Chapter #7Alive and Scared by: chaos   It’s hard to describe what it feels like to return to life. The closest thing to it is waking up completely all of a sudden from a deep sleep. One second you feel nothing and then your wide awake. C.C. had gone through this hundreds of times and it never got easier. One second she was dead and the next she was breathing again. Her eyes shot open and she at up, holding her hand to her breast as images of what had happened flashed through her head. It takes a few seconds for brain activity to return to normal, and once the brain is fully functioning, C.C. has all of her full physical abilities.
“Fuck,” C.C. said, using her ability to speak to utter a rare swear. She was alive, how unlucky could she be.
“I’m never going to die,” she soberly said, pulling her knee up and hugging them as she feel into a deep depression. She had really thought her wishes were going to be answered and she’ get the death she sought, but she had been disappointed again. She was still immortal, even though she had shrunken, it was almost enough to almost make the cyclical girl cry. But no tears came as she steadied herself. She’d find some way to end her misery one way or another. Being shrunken didn’t do it, but something would.
She was still shrunken; that fact had been momentarily put aside as she focused on her other source of misery. She was a helpless, tiny girl still in the clutches of a lovesick, terrorist who had a few moments prior delivered a humiliating, painful death to her. Fear raced through her as she wondered what the twisted girl was thinking right now. Looking around wildly, C.C. tried to find the giant tormentor, but couldn’t find her. After crushing her, Kallen must have left, not giving the tiny crushed corpse a second thought. She probably thought the maid would clean up the mess thinking she was just some squashed insect. Thank goodness that the psycho brat didn’t decide to dispose of her body. The last thing C.C. needed was to have woken from death to find herself floating in the toilet about to be flushed like a child’s dead goldfish. She was safe, for now.
“I told you I was taking care of something important. I’ll be back in less then an hour, you can hold down things until then. Yes, I am aware that he’s asking for me and tell him I’ll be back soon. I left you in charge because I thought you could handle a simple thing like looking after our leader. Don’t give me that tone!”
Kallen’s booming voice made C.C. running further away from the bed to get a better look at her surroundings. Her heartbeat sped up as she saw Kallen stomping around on the other side of the bed while talking on a phone. Her giant form moved quickly around as she tried to have a conversation, her steps shaking the wood floor under C.C.’s feet. The giantess was still in the room, leaving C.C. in a lot of danger. She wanted to die, but if Kallen found her, what she’d get instead was pain and suffering. The memory of being crushed under her smelly feet was fresh in her mind and C.C. never wanted to experience anything like that again. Now truly afraid, she looked for somewhere to hide.
“Can you stop complaining. I told you already, I have that shrinking gun we stole from the Britannian’s and its safe. Unless the problem is you don’t trust me?” Kallen accused, toying with the silver gun that she had used to shrink C.C. The shrunken girl watched the giantess, her eyes never traveling downwards to the floor. She ran fast towards the bed, hoping to find sanctuary under the colossal bed. If she could keep the cruel giantess from finding her, maybe she could get someone to help her. Like, maybe Lelouch’s maid Sayoko. Being found by her had to be a hundred times better then being captured by Kallen. Making a dash for the bed, C.C managed to get out of sight just as Kallen would have clearly seen her. The young girl was still on the phone, having an argument with unseen people.
“How many times do I have to say it, keep the hostages safe and secure. I don’t care how small they are, if one of them goes missing or I find them stuck to the bottom of anyone’s shoe, you’ll answer to me. Got it, good! I’ll be back soon.” Kallen closed her cell and sighed, wondering how Lelouch made giving orders to the Black Knights look so easy. She sat down on the bed, making the bedsprings squeal and a very scared, naked wet girl cringe.
Kallen’s naked feet hung just in front of C.C. Deadly weapons that could kill or smoother her easily. The retched smell was back and C.C. covered her nose to try and avoid it. She started backing away, trying to get as far from Kallen as possible, but was stopped as she felt something soft and warm push up against her back. Turning around, she stared at the building sized white cotton blob that was before her. The smell of feet hadn’t been coming from Kallen’s dangling footies, but rather this misshapen giant cloth. “Now where did I leave my socks?”
With growing dread, C.C. realized that she had stumbled onto Kallen’s discarded socks, which at this moment she was looking for. Wondering which god she had angered to be so cursed, C.C. tried to get away, but it was too late, Kallen was reaching for her socks. Bending over, Kallen reached under the bed, her giant fingers moving past the tiny girl and grabbing onto the socks. For a moment, C.C. thought she was safe, then Kallen started dragging them out and C.C. was pulled out with them. It was like a wave of cotton pulled her along. She fell face first into the cottony fabric; her already soaked body rubbing into more foot sweat. C.C. tried to entangle herself, but it looked like she was too late. Kallen had caught her without even knowing that she was still alive.
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