You watch as Jake leans foward, his already huge torso expanding as he moves closer. He plucks his arm down slowly, and stretches out his fingers to grasp you. You try to make a break for it the instant you see this happening, quite aware that Jake's intentions are in the best interest of Jake only. You turn around and run in the opposite direction, between the long grass blades that overshadow you. Hopefully you can elude his grip inside the grassy entanglement and perhaps even lose him underneath it.
You dash out of the clearing with the crystal and navigate through the tree-like blades of grass that are twice your height. You don't hear anything, which bodes well. You look up into the sky but your vision is obstructed by these grassblades. You feel as though you have been running for at least twenty seconds now. Your hopes seem to have been fulfilled. You've escaped!
Then, as you run, you hear a strange whooshing sound. You look above you for an instant and see something huge moving in between the gaps in the grassy canopy above. Then, a loud *thud* sound takes place in front of you. You turn your head forward again and before you can react, you see a huge white blur. Suddenly you find yourself sitting down on the muddy floor, dazed and confused, your head a little sore. You open your eyes and see that Jake has put his foot down in front of you, in order to make you crash into the side of his massive sneaker. As you stare at the wall of white, blown rubber in front of you, you hear a taunting laughter, as you realize that you really didn't -- and don't -- have any chance of escaping from a being so immensely larger than you. A hundred yards for you is merely one stride for Jake. You begin to get to your feet when you feel the wind knocked out of you. Your body is hoisted into the air and your neck is jerked back, as you realize that Jake is pinching you between his finger and thumb. Your torso feels as though it is inside of a vice. The pressure from Jake's grip is crushing your insides! The whole world spins around as your friend jerks you up violently and levels you with his huge grinning visage. Desperately afraid of dying, you hear Eric's voice in the distance... but right as it begins, Jake's expression turns from one of cruel jeering into one of concern. You feel like you're on a roller coaster, as he quickly lowers you down and plunges you in the darkness of his pocket. The combined pain from both your chest and your head causes you to lose consciousness.
* * *
When you wake up, you find yourself in a wholly new place. All around is a thick white fabric wall. On one end is a long, darkened tunnel. Above you is an oval-shaped opening. The ground beneath you is soft and moist. Your senses return... and one breath of air through your nose tells you where you have been dropped. You're inside one of Jake's sneakers. Your giant-sized "friend" no doubt placed you here as some sort of sick joke. Another look through the oval opening reveals that Jake is not watching you at current. You try to get up... but find yourself unable to move your left leg. What the...
You look in front of you. Your leg appears to be fine. You try taking your arm and manually lifting your leg and moving it.... and feel indescribable pain when doing so. Your leg is broken! You remember when you broke your arm a couple years ago, it at first wasn't painful until a day after the breaking, when the swelling took place. This injury couldn't have happened long ago. Images of Jake toying with your unconcious body and sadistically snapping your leg with his fingers flash through your mind, as do images of him carelessly dropping you from a great distance above for fun. You find yourself disgusted to have ever called him a friend. Realizing once more that Jake has left you here for future torments, you make up your mind to escape somehow. You pull yourself across the humid cavern by pulling the fabric floor with your arms. You reach the inside wall and grab hold. You find it painfully tiring to climb. The wall fabric is elastic and easily pulled, but relying entirely on all of your upper body strength to pull yourself up is draining physically. You are grateful to yourself that you have taken so much care to become strong in the recent years. It comes as a relief, when you finally finish your ascent and rest on top of the rim of the sweat-saturated sneaker, free of Jake's foot odor. The fresh air is welcome... but the sight before you isn't. Leaning over the top of the opening still, you find before you one of the vast feet that was resting inside this huge piece of athletic footwear mere hours ago. Jake's socked foot is resting prone on the bed, the toes raised to the air. You see his bare legged calves, his shorts, and finally his rhythmically rising and lowering torso at the distant edge of this stadium-sized bed of his.
You decide you have no choice but to quietly climb down, and literally avoid waking "the sleeping giant."
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