Shattered Chapter Two

“What was that noise?”

“Nothing,Mom” The giant’s fingers tapped at the jar. “Just catching a little bug is all.”

I covered my ears. The Giant looked down seeming amused at this response. He let his fingers give one last tap before ceasing.

“Now let's have a look at you.” His next few movements were quick.  

Tip. Flip.Raise.

He didn’t say anything as he brought the Jar towards his face turning it around steady and slowly. Analyzing every possible detail there was to see about me. There wasn’t much to see. 6 inch tall girl in a bottle. 80 foot tall giant outside.  

“So lifelike.” He leaned in closer  “But you can’t be real I mean it’s imposs--” The giant paused. Something seemed to of caught his eye. As He studied once again. This time his focus was on my face. More importantly the eyes.

“Are those T-tears?” He whispered.  

Was I crying? I touched my cheek. He was right. My mind had been so focused on the giant  I’d grown numb to whatever my actual body had been feeling.

I was cold, shivering, wet, and scared.

Slowly a look of realization and fear spread across the giant’s face.

The giant clutched the Jar close to his chest as he stood up.  

I couldn’t see past his fingers that  wrapped around the jar. Save for a small gap. My surrounding didn’t make much sense.

  I shifted in the glass as the Giant opened the door to another room.

few pictures hung on the wall and only boxes scattered the room.

With his free  hands he moved a few boxes, clearing up space. As He shifted around

My eye caught view of a  A single painting hanging crooked on the wall. Detailed. Almost life like. It showed the picture of a young boy similar to the giant now. Only longer hair. And fuller cheeks He was next to another Giant. Older but similar.  matching smiles same golden brown eyes.

The Giant gently sat  the glass down on one of the boxes. He reached into his back pocket pulling out what looked like a large pile of thin blankets. He dropped one of them in the jar. I moved to the side quickly watching the soft material drop.

“Don’t worry it hasn’t been used.” He chuckled.

I cautiously I took the thin blanket wrapping it around myself. I wouldn’t say that it made me feel warm all of a sudden but it did help slightly .

“You’ll have to forgive me for putting you in this glass. If I took you out then you’d run.”

Well the boy wasn’t an idiot.

“Why don’t we ease into this gently. Let’s start with names?”

He paused a moment. “Right...well I’m Aiden.”  Beat.

“You uh… you do speak english right?” The giant squinted his eyes.

“Um..hola como estas me llamo Aid--”

“M-Mika.” I shivered.

The giant seemed stunned by the response. He sat there a moment whispering the name to himself. “My-Kah.”

“You know if I could be honest a second I didn’t think you were going to talk so soon.”

“My voice is my only weapon.”

“Weapon… You think I want to hurt you?”

I didn’t know the Giants intentions or what he wanted exactly. Did he want to hurt me? He didn’t seem like the threatening type. That only made me want to trust him less.

“I don’t know what you want.”

Aiden frowned. “Are you scared of me?”

“Yes.”

I looked over at the painting again the life likeness drew me in somehow. The boy followed my gaze.

“That’s my Dad.”  He walked over to the picture straightening it “And me.” His fingertip ran across the edge of the picture.

“Where….where is he?”

“Iowa, He ran off with his secretary about six months ago.” Aiden  put his hand in his pocket.

“It’s fine, Mom and Dad always fought so...yeah.” The boy shrugged. “Anyways you got a family little one.”

“Mom, Dad, Nadie, two sisters, and a ….” The images of my brothers decapitated head flashed in my head.  “A…” I tried to keep calm as the tears started coming more constantly down my face.

Adrian leaned closer. “What’s the matter?”

“ Akecheta” I shivered. “I...I saw him...I saw him..” I took a deep breath, I wasn’t going to be sensitive and weak, I couldn’t be sensitive not around him.

“Brother?” The giant guessed.

I nodded. “I just saw him not even an hour ago…. His head was on the floor.”

“An hour ago?”

“His eyes….they….they were open…”

“I’m...I’m sorry but did you say an hour ago….”

“Yes.”

“That’s impossible.”

“How?”

“Because you’ve been in that snow globe the last 80 years.”