Author's note: I started the idea of a Kong-Kong-esque setting featuring a giant teen in this interactive's original incarnation. Joemjackson has taken the giant girl version of that and run with it in a wonderful way. This is my giant boy version of it....
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On an uncharted tropical island, a group of men and women from one of the island’s aboriginal tribes rushed swiftly to and fro, lighting the dark night with torches carried aloft in their hands. The majority of the people gathered behind a massive stone wall, huddling and crowding onto walkways designed specifically for viewing the spectacle that was taking place on the other side of the wall. For it was here, on a hill that jutted out toward the thick tundra of the jungle, that several tribesmen were tying a struggling figure between two columns of a stone altar. The figure belonged to a teenager that had been abducted from an American cruise ship that had made an unexpected stop on the island.
The tribal people were extremely excited. Tonight they would make the first sacrifice to the giant god of the island in the hopes of calming its unending desire to torment them for its own amusement.
Sam was stripped of all clothing but underwear and is gagged with a dirty rag. He struggled uselessly as the tribesmen tied his wrists to the columns, leaving him suspended almost entirely by his arms above the grassy hill. The thirteen-year-old boy’s blond hair and fair skin contrasted sharply with the dark skin and dark hair of the native islanders.
“Please let me go! Stop this! What are you doing?” Sam sobbed. He wore only his boxers and was humiliated and frightened.
Suddenly a thunderous crashing sound echoed through the dense jungle trees in front of the hill. The islanders shouted to each other in their own language and began running frantically for the safety of the stone wall. Sam called after them to come back, but they ignored him and the thick doors of the wall soon swung shut and were barred closed with a heavy bang.
Sam turned, his entire body quaking in terror, and watched a giant human silhouette emerge from the trees.
It was a giant boy! The boy was at least fifty feet tall. He appeared to be as old as Sam. Not only that, but even with his skin as darkened by the sun as it was, he appeared to be Caucasian. His shaggy, dirty, knotted black hair hung in front of his eyes and lay thick and long on his neck. His upper body was lean and muscled. The giant’s only article of clothing was a loin cloth that appeared to have been made from the pelt of a large jungle animal.
The giant boy took another step forward and Sam felt the ground tremble beneath his the tips of his toes, which scraped against the grass as Sam struggled to pull his arms free. Four more earth-shaking steps brought the giant boy directly in front of Sam.
Sam froze and looked up at the giant boy. Sam could see the giant boy’s black eyes behind his strands of black hair, eyes that reflected the flickering flames of the watching tribesmen’s torches. The giant boy grunted gutturally and smiled, revealing rows of yellow teeth and filling Sam’s nostrils with a foul stench from the giant’s breath. Then the giant boy leaned forward and reached toward Sam with his right hand.
Sam screamed.
Giant fingers curled around Sam’s writhing body and a giant fist lifted him away from the ground, away from the stone columns of the altar.
“No! Stay away from me! No!” Sam wailed. “Put me down! No! No! No!”
The tribesman had tied the knots in a such a way that they were easily pulled undone when the giant boy lifted them at the right angle. The ropes fell off Sam’s wrists and he was lifted even higher. Sam continued to shout and thrash his legs helplessly.
The giant boy rubbed Sam’s bare chest with the thumb of the hand that held Sam. Sam slapped at it with his hands and tried to push it away. As he did this he could see dirt and mud caked beneath the boy’s giant fingernail. The boy opened his mouth to smile again, obviously pleased at this blond, fair-skinned prize, and Sam almost fainted from the acrid odor coming from the giant boy’s mouth.
Having entirely forgotten about the native islanders watching anxiously from behind their stone wall, the giant boy turned, not taking his eyes off Sam’s writhing form in his fist, and walked back into the jungle.
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