Before the hunt – narrator1
It would be like just another day
in my life, or so I thought. I was up early (surprisingly) with the elders. The
elders, the sole breadwinners for our small family of hundred; yes, we were
small compared to our neighbors. I spied them huddled together peering into
blueprints. Life had been tough for the past few days, too much poison in the
air (Screw those giants!). If not for
the experience of the elders in navigating around poison, everyone in my family
would have died and we would have lost our home to neighbors. The huddle
subsided, and the leader of the elders emerged. “We are ready, your majesty.”
He bowed. My father gave a curt nod. The leader fell back and started final
preparations for the food hunt.
A feeling of imminent doom took over me
as I headed back to the king’s lodging. I did not notice that the shutter was
slightly ajar as I entered and the last thing I remember was a wet feeling near
my head before blacking out.
Someone, break the routine! –
narrator2
“DING! DING!”
I woke up abruptly, feeling slightly
disoriented. What was that sound?
As I came back to my senses, I realized it was my phone. I looked at it with
eagerness, hoping that it would be a Saturday.
0500 AM, 11/5/2012, FRIDAY, showed the
phone, Blah! It is mocking me.
I took all of my bathing accessories
and trudged half-heartedly to the shower. What I saw inside, made my blood
boil!
Ants can’t fly – narrator1
The first thing I felt was itching all
over my body. It felt as if I was swimming inside hot water. For few moments, the
presence of ants around distracted my senses. I have never felt guilty about
eating ants, though they were my distant cousins. Ants are stupid, tiny and a
disgrace to our ancestors (no wings, u see?).
I
tried to look around to take stock of my surroundings and what I saw made my
blood freeze (Yes, amidst all the itching.). I had seen enough of elders’ maps to
know that I was in the no-go zone or in other words the heater zone! (Screw
those giants again, for the inane requirement to pour hot water on themselves
every morning.) I had to leave this place, immediately! To my horror, my wings
were stuck to my back.
That is when the blow struck. I think
it was from a rough, orange, spongy boulder like thing (probably a giant’s
towel. I forgot what I learnt in giant studies, okay? Being a prince, you have
other worthwhile things to bother about than giant education!)
Inevitable death – narrator1
I could sense that the giant was happy that he
had killed me (he went on with his business as if I had never existed). That he
had gotten rid of a ‘pest’ as the giants call it.
I was falling and was almost losing
consciousness. Involuntarily, my wings opened up. I used them to slow down my
fall.
I barely got few minutes of respite
before the onslaught started again, with water. This time, I knew that it was
my end. I tried to run away, but giants never stop until they taste death of a
pest. (“They hate you and they will kill you.” My Giant education
teacher’s voice ran echoed in my head.)
Get of my leg! – narrator2
“Die!” I shouted inside my head
as I poured multiple handfuls of hot water on it.
I have always felt weird about killing
pests. It makes me feel cruel, when I treat them with so much insignificance.
It makes me imagine a same treatment given to humans from someone more
superior, and taller. However, things were different today. I was moody, sleepy
and going for the kill.
Eventually after I made the bug fall on
its back, I stopped. (The most important thing I learnt about insects from my
father, “An insect on its back is as good as dead.”)
Little did I know about ‘ninja’
insects! Immediately after I got back to my shower, I felt something creeping
on my leg!
The end? – narrator1
He made the same mistake every other
human does. An insect on its back is not as good as dead! Researchers amongst
our elders had found ways to stand up from that position.
I had no idea why I pounced on him.
Maybe something tripped, inside my brain. Only when I came onto his legs did I realize
that I had flown into my own death. I closed my eyes, waiting for the bone-crushing
blow.
To my surprise, he just pushed me away
and continued with his water onslaught. It was almost as if he wanted to push
me away rather than delivering the killing blow. However, he overdid the
onslaught.
I fell on my back again and the force
of water was so much this time that I could not use the elder techniques to
come up.
“Please
kill me now!” I thought to myself and I waited.
Next thing I remember was waking up in
the hospital back in our home. Maybe, not all giants are bad.
Authors note:
Narrator 1 was the prince of his family
of bugs. Using an insider, the neighboring families kidnapped the prince and
tried to put the blame on the elders, In order to create trouble within his
family. Narrator 1 ended up being revered as the only bug that has faced a
giant and had survived to tell the tales in his family.
Narrator 2 had a deep philosophical
thought process in his ride to work that morning, where he contemplated whether
to stop killing insects altogether. However, he just ended up writing a story
about it in his blog. And that’s me =D
PS- The second chapter title is courtesy a certain "this" person's gtalk status:P
