Scissor - Chapter 7

I desperately tried not to reflect on my state for the time being, but once my stomach gave away a long and fully audible growl, I stopped in my tracks. Hugging myself, I found it hard to walk any further at the moment, and so stopped just a few feet away from the quilt in which I had spent the night.

I moaned in pain as the hurtful feeling lingered within me. It did not seem eager to let go of my attention anytime soon. To be fair though, I had only managed to eat some crumbles up until now. For the time of which I could remember anything at all, I reminded myself. All of this was just so strange. Imposing and scary.

Even though I was still alive and the giant man had not squashed or eaten me as I fell asleep in the completely wrong area, I was only barely alive anyway. The rushes of adrenaline seemed to be what kept me going ever since I got into this confusing mess, but the more frequently they appeared, the less I could rely on them to save my skin.

I hugged my knees, tail sticking out behind me without even a twitch as I tried to focus on the noises around me. Still out in the open.

The giant was still occupied by something out in the other room, and did not move in my direction as it seemed. I would have been able to easily tell if he was heading my way both by noises and my close proximity to the floor and its vibrations. He was a heavy creature, and the weight of him moving around echoed through the wooden floor.

I was still stuck in the plaster, not being as flexible as before, but it seemed to be supporting me in a way which did not feel to bad now that I began to think of it as less of an intruding object. It covered a great part of my upper body in a way which was a bit excessive though... However, since this was the giants doing, I guessed that I could work with it. With those large hands, I had to remind myself that I hadn't even woken up last night as he patched me up. Maybe there was some way in which he could be handy.

Small shivers and some rocky movements through the tip of my tail gave away the unpleasant thought. I tried to let it flow off my shoulders and pretend that it did not bother me, but no. It did bother me, quite a lot.

I wiped away some tears which seemed to have fallen due to my hungering state, and slowly got up onto my feet again. Holding my hands out for balance as my low blood pressure lurked in the back of my head, I looked over to the slightly open door and made a rational decision. I was blinded by my own hunger, and had some vague idea of being able to find something to eat out there in the kitchen area. Since the giant was moving around out there, and if he kept his routine, there would be food. Maybe he would drop something… If only just a little. I did not even think of the danger I was walking into by putting myself out in the open. Not even after what had passed during the last 12, or so, hours.

I wobbled closer to the door, leaning against it as I got around its side and over the doorstep. I could still hear him fiddling around with something. Opening the fridge, preparing something near the sink. I only noticed the fact that I had walked straight out onto kitchen floor once the trembles of his moving steps became to noticeable.

Looking up to my right, he was towering up next to the countertop, like I had imagined. But unlike a moment ago, I regained my senses and froze. What on earth was I doing out in the open!? How could I be so thoughtless? Was hunger really that powerful in the end?

My mind screamed for me to run. To hide wherever I could possible reach safety from this dangerous creature. But my legs betrayed me.

It was as if all of me just gave up at that exact moment. As if the adrenaline rush had punctured my lungs and limbs instead of giving them the boost needed for survival.

I recalled some animals, from a part of my memory which was only a faded grey for the rest of it, that seemed so utterly useless at surviving. Animals which instead of running only lay down in the grass as accepted their fate. How stupid. But here I was, not being able to do much else than those creatures which I had once mocked.

The tremors grew stronger underneath me, and I could hear the gigantic creatures booming voice up above. Of Course I had been spotted within seconds. What did I expect. But I was never the less expressionless as a sheet. I had stopped functioning, completely. As if I had lost my consciousness, or at least willpower to act.

I sat there, arms to my sides. Tail completely still along my side. Not a single twitch.

If this was my end, then so be it. I had been given a chance to save myself, and I had failed to take control to survive. It was only fair. Selection of the fittest.  

I was falling deeper into his large shadow as his knees struck down in front of me. He seemed to be leaned over me, but all I could see was my own pathetic nature. I honestly did not care of whatever he was going to do to me right now. If only he could end it sooner…

a large finger reached in for me, as I stared through the wall of flesh and cloth before me. Even as the cold thick liquid met with my lips, it took a while for me until I could feel the taste. I had no intention to wipe it away, and so, the sudden smear across my lips were registered as something sweet and lovely. It seemed to break open the blankness of my mind only by the soft taste at the tip of my tongue.

I licked my lips slowly and savoured the taste, the fruity sweet taste, until my shell cracked open. As if I had never seen food before in my life, I crawled up to the cap of smoothie-like fruitiness and ate as if my life depended on it. Which, as I had to admit to myself, it actually did.

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John had been puzzled for awhile on what to offer the little creature for breakfast for a while until he settled with a nice, partly homemade smoothie. Since it seemed to resemble a hummingbird so much, he had to admit that something like sugar water or juice seemed quite accurate. Also, if it had not been eating for a while, then something like bread or pieces of fruit would probably come up again… It needed to be full of energy, jet soft for what seemed to be a starved tummy. What else would he have been eating within John's apartment. Surely it was starved.

Protein was surely also good for it, so he started of with some powder he was usually mixing for himself. It would probably be a nice boost. Good for the sake of healing those wounds also.

He was mixing some bananas and some grapes which he had in the fridge while thinking of the fact that he needed to clean and change the plaster as soon as possible. It looked quite gruesome the day before, so he could not take the responsibility lightly if he were to pull this off.

Once turning back to the refrigerator, a small form got stuck in the side of his vision. So he turned, and paused himself reaching for the handle. He could almost not believe what he was seeing. As if it was still something out of a fiction tale. But no, Humming was right there. Just in the middle between the bedroom door and one of the kitchen stools.

“Well hello there” John tried with a calm and soothing voice. Just like one would normally do once calling for the attention of a scared inferior animal. Which the little hummingbird-boy seemed nothing more or less than at the moment.

“I made you some breakfast if you'd like some. I was thinking that maybe…” John began but trailed off. He was stuck at the thought of how to offer him his energy rich little creation.

“Maybe this will do…” He said more to himself than to Humming, and removed the grey cap from a soda bottle he drank the day before. Only a quick wash up was needed and so he was pouring some smoothie into it by the help of a teaspoon.

“There” He said once pleased with his work. It had to do for now.

John walked slowly towards the puny little boyish creature, and leaned down to offer his cap. However, not a single response was made by him. Not even once he sat down just in front of him. It was nothing like before. Last night, he had been running for dear life from John, but now?

A part of John wished or the little creature to not be frightened any longer, as he was sleeping in such a relaxed way earlier. But it did not matter what he wanted, now once he had gotten closer and leaned in for a morning inspection, he could tell that it was a shock state more than acceptance.

John signed. He wanted to be the good guy in this situation, and maybe he was. But clearly he was not to the mind of Humming…

“Am I really that scary…” He whispered and got down on his elbows. He wanted to study the expression of the tiny little creature. To see if he was responding at all. But no. Not a single motion. It did not even look as if those specs of irises moved as he was closing in on him. He was, without doubt, surrendering.

“I´m so, so sorry little guy, but I need you to.. you know, eat some of this anyway…”

John was not feeling proud of what he did after, but nevertheless, he needed some response.

“Please..?” He tried.

With one finger, he was offering a droplet of fruit to the lips of the little boy. Dwarfing him by reaching for him with only a finger extended, John felt as if he could see the situation the other way around quite clearly. He was the monster. It was because of him that Humming was giving up like this.

What had he expected of him to do? John had only helped him. Patched up his wounds, offered him a comfortable night of sleep. Stayed with him all night for protection. How could he be the bad guy in this situation.

The thought really pained him. But as he began to retreat, a small movement could be seen.

“Humming..?”

As sudden as he had been out there on the floor, by Johns standards, did the small creature flung himself towards the cap within his hands.

John almost flinched back as those small hands reached and trailed their way up in his palm, not sure if he was under attack of a ferocious little beast or simply used as a ladder in order for the little creature to reach the cap.

He had to stifle a laughter as he saw the little boy swing the tail back and forth like an excited dog as he ate. Leand over the cap as sipping from his hands. Even so, he reminded himself that it was nothing to laugh about, as the terrified little creature had even surrendered to him out of hunger. Surely it was not something to take on easily. No, it seemed as if he had never seen food before. Even though he had been trying to feed him some orange juice last night.

Instinctively, his other hand ruched for aid once Humming began coughing all of a sudden. He was eating way too fast. Surely something like this was gentle for the stomach, but he needed to calm down if he were to keep it in either way.

“Now now, there, stop, calm down a little Hummy. You will just drown if you continue like that” John tried and got one finger in between the cap and Humming, carefully lifting him away a little bit so that he could breathe a little.

He gasped. More surprised than hurt, once those razor sharp teeth sunk into his pointer.