Continuing an interesting opening
Thanks for all the feedback in my other thread guys. I've now written some more and thought you might like to see how the next couple pages played out. Hopefully I've managed to keep things interestin and avoided making too many mistakes. Let me know what you think
It didn't really bother Jake that his new "friend" Adam wore nothing but a leaf over his privates, even if it did force him to avert his gaze. The guy was different; Jake could relate to that.
What really bothered him was the pulsing bruise on the back of his skull and the realization that he was probably hallucinating.
"Let me know if you can see it," Adam said.
"See what? You haven't even told..." Jake froze, his eyes glued to the scene that had materialized as they stepped around the corner.
The road was still there, running between the post office and the child play area, continuing down its normal course. But on the right hand side, just past the wonky slide and the rusty swing set, the usual row of Victorian houses with their neatly trimmed gardens had disappeared.
In their place a magnificent forest had sprung up. Lush trees bursting with colour bowed low under the weight of their bountiful fruit. A stream gurgled through the trunks, flowing out of the forest and then vanishing before it spilled onto the road.
“Yo kiddo,” Adam said, waving a hand in front of Jakes face. Jake didn’t respond; his face a tapestry of awe, confusion and shock as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing.
Maybe this guy isn’t so crazy, Jake grimaced as he swept his hand through his blonde hair, Or maybe I did just hit my head too hard.
“I’m guessing this means you see it right?” Adam asked.
“Yeah but who...I mean how did...What the heck is going on?” Jake finally managed to ask, his mind racing at a million miles an hour.
“Ha well I wish I knew buddy, but there’s something very strange about you?” Adam half smiled as he turned and examined Jake.
“Me!? Half the streets been replaced with a scene from ‘The Jungle Book’, you’re walking around with leaf pants and there’s something strange with me?” Jake said. He’d always been a bit different to other kids his age, but compared to this guy he was a poster child for normality. “And what the heck are those things meant to be? Giant smurfs?”
Two guys had just appeared on the road by the edge of the forest, except these guys where at least ten foot tall and ice blue from head to toe.
“Oh crap,” Adam said. “We’ve got to get you into the garden quick.”
Adam grabbed Jakes wrist and tugged him toward the forest. Jake hesitated.
“Come on,” Adam urged, eyes wide. Jake gave in, the fear on Adams face convincing him to move.
They crept forward. As they got closer, Jake got a better view of the blue giants, and the closer they came the less friendly they looked. Their features were sharp, their cold cruel eyes locked on each other as they spoke.
With every step closer the temperature seemed to drop. Another twenty five meters and they could slip into the forest unnoticed. Twenty meters, they could hear the gruff voices of the giants now. Fifteen meters. Jake didn’t see the giants look his way, but he felt it, their eyes piercing him like daggers of ice.
“Run!” Adam shouted. Jake didn’t need to be told twice.
They tore towards the tree line, though Jake wasn’t sure what protection the forest could possibly offer.
Ten meters from the trees and Jake realized it was hopeless, the giants may have been iceberg coloured, but there was nothing glacial about the speed at which they moved, their muscles rippling beneath their caveman style loincloths. He dived to the side as a football sized fist flew past him.
Jake landed hard on his side. He could hear Adam shouting something from somewhere behind him. Jake rolled over, just in time to see one of the giants bearing down on him. Another balled fist slammed down towards him.
Jake threw his hands up instinctively and braced for impact. For a split second he half believed he could block the blow.
A shudder knocked him backwards as the punch stopped abruptly just centimeters from his raised arms.
The confused look on the giants ugly face would have been funny if Jakes vision hadn’t began to swim whilst the giant examined his fist. He fell back, shivering in the cold as darkness crept into the edges of his eyes, feeling liked he’d ran a marathon.
A light flashed somewhere to the left. Jake struggled to turn his head to look. Through the cloud of black that was enveloping him, and the wisps of his own ragged breath, he saw the giant stagger backwards. An elderly man had stepped forward, seeming to radiate power at odds with his grey beard and arched back.
The old man stared down the giants and Jake was surprised to see that the giants seemed afraid.
Jake let his head fall back to the ground.
An owl wheeled through the sky above as he gave into unconsciousness for the second time that day.