This choice: The police have followed you! • Go Back...Chapter #4The police have followed you! by: Relate   After striding out of the town with no further loss of life, and trampling a path through the forest of pine trees that go no higher than your knees, you begin trudging toward that range of mountains. The mountains themselves are about as tall as yourself, with a steep enough slope that you can grab a hold of the peak with a fist without having to step onto the mountain itself to reach over. You bring your hand to your ear and scoop Eric and Jake from it and are about to sit your two little friends on a ledge of the mountain in front of your face when, as you bring your arm over, you hear a buzzing behind your head. You turn around and see a helicopter floating in front of your two eyes, no bigger than a bee. Suddenly some guy starts talking through a megaphone.
"Whatever you are: put down the two kids, or we will open fire," some man's voice states. The helicopter is obviously a police chopper, come to stop you. You find yourself amused by the notion that the police sent only this one little helicopter at you. You're huge enough that whatever shots it fires would be almost almost microscopic. You take your free hand and swat at the helicopter playfully as though you would a fly, purposefully missing it but scaring the pilots enough so that they back away. After a couple swipes of your hand, the helicopter darts away... and regroups with about a dozen more that you find have been waiting right at your waistline. You look down and find yourself even more shocked by the fleet of police cars that have parked themselves at various points in the woods at your feet. Little men are barricaded behind them, rifles pointed directly up at you. It would be easy enough to stomp one foot on the whole barricade: car, man, and all. You pocket Jake and Eric and begin to raise one foot into the air in order to scare the little guys into retreating back into their cars and leaving. The second you do so, the helicopters all at once let forth a hail of gunfire. At first the shots they fire are blocked by the fabric of your shirt, but you are surprised when they start tearing a small hole through it. You bring down the back of your hand to block the hole so they can't fire into your belly. The instant you do so, the fleet of helicopters rise in altitude and fire at your face. Immediately you feel the pain of a thousand little needles piercing the liquidy film of your right eye. You react wildly, flailing your arms in all directions in order to smash the helicopters who, in your opinion, launched the first attack. You keep your eyes shut, feeling several helicopters being flung by your movements. You open your eyes for a brief second and survey the ground below and find a grouped up barricade of three cars parked adjacent to each other, the little men shooting from behind the doors. You use this opportunity to raise you foot into the air once more and mercilessly bring it down on top of the three cars, crushing them and their occupants utterly. You find the best way to deal with this is by covering your face with your arms and just stamping your feet randomly in circles.
It doesn't take long before things get quiet. You open your eyes and survey the ground below... looking with amazement at the dozen sheet-flat pieces of metal cars that you've stepped on. The rest of the cars have retreated, as have those irritating choppers. You touch bring your hand to your eye and realize that you are bleeding from it, though you can still see. Already you're beginning to think being a giant isn't as fun as it seems. You need to make plans to leave this area before reinforcements strike, so you grab a hold of the mountain with a hand and swing your body sideways over it, coming down with a crashing force on the untouched landscape on the other side. You begin to sprint.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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