Look back
~Jane's POV~
"Sir... how long do I have to wait?" Rob continues to ignore my question as he reviews CCTV footage. It's been about a dozen hours since the time that he's been snagged already! "Haven't you gotten anything?!" Rob stubbornly refuses to respond.
I paced my feet around the office, making quite a scene in the police department. It just... HOW?! I reviewed what happened exactly on that date. I was walking back from Robs' 'interview' and.... he just got snatched from my hands.
How careless could I be?! Argh... well, no use fussing over events I can't solve. It's best if I just focused on things I know. Let's see here.. he said something about some criminal organization that revolved around 'the tinies business'.
I sighed and gripped my fist tightly as I spaced-out thinking about it, these sickos take those miserable souls to ransom off and sell. Thinking about it made my blood boil! They have had enough trouble to deal with every single day!
Jake was too much of an example to which the average borrower was compared to! Helpless, cast out and devoid of help until I saved him. What if Jack and I never met? He would've froze to death! But... I guess you can't possibly take the weight of every single death of a borrower everyday, I would've never thought about this if I'd just walked past Jake's dying body.
The nanny that took care of me in the orphanage once told me something similar. She called it 'Selective Empathy', as in what you care and not care about. I could still hear her words echoing through my mind: "You could argue that a famous someone who had just died is more important then an African boy dying every single second. You could argue that eating dogs, monkeys or cats are disgusting. You could argue that every single person should have the same religion you have but as you think more about it, it doesn't really make sense, does it?"
Her words had perfectly shaped itself into the giant-tiny society we have nowadays. I was just an average person who cared about tinies but what could I do about people who don't? Monsters like they are just have their own things to think about it.
But... what am I to judge? I've gotten closer to Jake without even noticing it; I just don't know and understand what I feel about it. Jake wasn't really the kind of charming person and neither was he any special in anything too... I... guess it's just because I like him? "Ah.. miss. I think you'd like to see this."
~Jake's POV~
I sulked dejectedly in a corner of the room we were kept in, pondering how I was here in the first place. The last thing I remember was dozing off on Jane's palm ,and how exactly did I end up in here?! I sighed dejectedly as I looked around the room with every single detail in high definition.
For some weird reason, these criminals have the integrity to clean their... 'Hostage's room' to the very inch. Having see no reason to do so, they could've just left in the sewer or something; why go all the way to do something no benevolent when it's all going to go to a bunch of 'ransom goods' that was going away in a few dozen hours? I just don't get it.
That didn't help the putrid stench hanging in the air though, it smelled so strongly of reeked blood... I could swear I taste the metallic taste of it. I shuddered at the rancid smell, thinking about it gave me the chills. I would've asked that girl about what happened to the borrowers that weren't 'saved' by their 'owners' but it was quite obvious where they all went... speaking of that particular girl... where was she?
She can't be that hard to miss, hazel hair and a bright red dress... don't ask me about that, I have absolutely zero knowledge of fashion sense. I walked around grim faces that were otherwise peaceful when you looked closer; perhaps complimenting how their struggle in life would end quickly and soon without a hitch.
Ah... "What're you doing?" she looked up from her... doings and stood face to face. "Nothing." I could tell that she was lying but, I didn't want to push her. "Anyways... have you tried escaping by any means." She scoffed at the moment I said 'escape' and looked me in the eye. "Everyone in this room has asked that same question. You'll get that in the end, there's no hope escaping this cage of a room."
"You mean you've tried?" I asked densely. "Obviously... would I conjure up something so spiritedly-crushing like what I just said without trying it out myself?" she scowled as she took a sit on the immensely-ridiculously polished floor tiles and started to point at things. "There's no way we can get through that door, it has to be locked even though they know that we can't reach it. The ventilation that goes into this room is from the ceiling; you don't need to think twice about that. Anywhere else? Not a chance at all. So you're basically bound to become mince-meat for some sick predator or sent back to your abusive and sadistic master." she spat out the last word with pure disgust in her voice and I was ready to prove her wrong.
"Master? You mean your caretaker?" she frowned and shrugged. "I guess that's another way to call that monster... but why would you defend yours?" I sighed again as I went down my personal memory lane. "My 'master' isn't as sadist. My 'master' isn't a monster. My 'master' isn't a abusive person. She was all the more loving as time went by." The girl lifted an eyebrow, like someone who has obviously found something interesting. "Tell me... who is this... caretaker of yours?"
"Her name is Jane." I put simply. "She's not like the average giantess you see around... or meet around." The girl looks downwards with a hand supporting her head- a gesture that usually mean that someone is prepared for a annoyingly long story. "See, I was like every other average borrower when I first met her; but that changed quickly."
Her expression changed from a morally bored and petite face to a jaw-dropped turn-around within the first few minutes within my explanation; especially when I got to the part where Jane took me in from the snow. I then proceeded to recollect the times where she and I would just feel comfortable with each others' presence-the warm feeling literally and physically.
I recounted the times she saved me from any danger, the times we hugged lividly, the times we... slept together. " You're.... not lying are you?" I shook my head sideways vigorously. "I would never lie about what Jane did! Not after what she did."
"Do you think that she could take another... borrower in?" I furrowed my eyebrows together as I slowly connected the pieces... I can be a real brain-drain sometimes. "O-oh... as in... together with me?" She nods her head slowly as she hung her head low. "If that's not too much to ask."
"Well... I suppose that she will never turn down someone like you. She's the type of person who would just fawn over the littlest injury." Her eyes lit up with hope and joy and I felt a twang of guilt as I brought her back to reality. "Provided we leave this place alive." Her head swayed in defeat as she slumped onto the ground with her face towards the ceiling. "Well... that's not happening..."
"I've already tried any what any open-minded borrower would try. I've checked for small cracks, weak spots in the tiles, thin surfaces to break through; no such luck. Looks like they were well-informed of our 'habits'." I just listened there looking like I was deep in thought, where the reality stood that I actually knew nothing because I'd never don such a thing myself.
"Unless you have a way to contact Jane, or if she finds us in this place- which is highly unlikely- we're definitely not gonna see how your life is going to turn out." I sighed, contemplating the chances of me actually getting to talk with her telepathically... hear her telepathically.
"Okay... this may sound crazy, but I can talk to her right now." She gives the expected 'huh?' expression. "As in telepathically." ...Silence... "You can talk to her..." Her voice raises a few octaves with each passing word. Oh boy. "Then what are you waiting for?! Why are you telling me this now!!? Get on with it!!"
"I... I can't do it all the time! And even if I could I don't think she can hear or reply back! It's like a 50/50 thing." She huffs in clear annoyance as she crosses her arms. "Do it anyways... I can't die knowing that I've done everything I could, not that I would want to live to see that... human again."
~3rd POV~
The pair brainstorms and hopes in fear,
for what could save them is just not near.
They needed that special someone to hear,
to get to their dreamed atmosphere.
A widow sits impatiently,
a gloomy aura fealty day.
But hark! What's this?
A sound from the abyss?
"This is a message from far away."
A message to lead array.
"For you might hear what I say."
For whoever cares may.
She sits up clearly in shock,
from sitting too much just like a rock.
Trying to pick the hardest lock,
in a continuous mock.
She concentrates as she furrow her brows,
to listen to the squeaks of a little ol' rouse.
Click-clacks were soon later heard,
as she ran to the head of the herd.
She relays treading words,
with every detail sounding absurd.
The beret instead takes her rambles,
and makes it then as he scrambles.
Meanwhile the anxiousness starts to arise,
to what extent could seem a miser .
They can their thoughts and close their eyes,
and embrace the thought of fated demise.
The metal beasts roar across the tar,
to reach their destination too far.
They've wasted too much time,
as the clock midnight chimes.
The night is dark at its zenith,
looming down at the behemoth.
The clock strikes twelfth,
as the car swerves Plymouth.
Alarms blaring, lights razzing.
Knives clashing, guns grazing.
Footsteps echoing through the flooring,
to take what's left mooring.
Screams heard from the two,
a little more than a hue.
A sound barely audible over the scours,
as the unpredictable occurs.
The girl parts ways as she's lifted,
off to the land of the fittest.
The lone survives a hard truth,
nothing can prevent the path of fate.
Miracles happen in the spur of the moment,
predictability isn't a opinion lenient.
A familiar face appears amidst the confusion,
double-takes in a illusion.
A hand sweeps into the inferno,
carrying the last bit of worth.
His eyes squints from the smoke,
in the endless halls' bloke.
Light shines through the carnage,
a spark in a minds' fuselage.
Clear of the heat and smog,
finally clear from the closing fog.
A worried face enters his vision,
a promise in repression.
A love reaches recognition,
a kiss in retribution.
~Fin~
Thanks for reading this ridiculous work! I wrote this as a experimental story to test out the waters. So my planning is basically zero at this point. I'll come up with more stories in the future! I give credit to all the people that kept me in the light.
Thank you all!!!
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