Just a quick story I wrote a while back. I want to continue it, but this is what I have right now.
“Oh thank god you’re here- it’s over here.” The sharp, shrill sound of the middle aged woman entered the man’s ears almost painfully. He followed her wordlessly through the doorway, into what looked like the family room of the house. It looked upper-middle-class, designed more for its look than its functionality. He looked to the woman that was just under a head shorter than him, expecting more information. “Under the couch in the corner. I threw a shoe at the little bastard. I don’t know if I hit it or not.” Only a small frown formed on the man’s face, concerned about what might have happened to the creature she’d called him to get rid of if she did hit it.
Once the woman left the room, the man relaxed his shoulders and approached the couch with light footsteps. One knee hit the floor softly, then the other. “Okay…” He breathed quietly before lowering his body to the floor and peered under the couch. The darkness was thick, and he couldn’t see clearly. But there was one thing, a silhouette of something small. It was almost impossible to make out details, but it was raising up and down quickly, like rapid breathing. So it was still here, it honestly surprised him that it hadn’t found a way to escape for how long it was here.
Careful not to shine the light directly at the creature, he aimed a flashlight under the couch and turned it on. The stray light that came off of the beam illuminated, long, fine, brunette hair, fair skin, a strong, slim frame, sapphire eyes that looked like they’d been lit ablaze by the dim light. He froze, eyes pried open by the sight before him. A human, no more than four inches tall, clutching her deeply bruised leg, staring back at him with terrified, glossy eyes. She looked like she was about to break down, if she hadn’t already, yet she refused to break her gaze at him.
“Please, just make it quick.” The broken words left her lips, and his brows knitted together.
“Wha… what do you mean?” He stuttered back in confusion, his voice making her cringe.
Tears started to fall then, yet she still bit back a whimper. “J-just please don’t make me suffer…” She trailed off, unable to say anymore of what she knew was coming. There was a long pause, and she finally let her head hang low.
“Your leg is hurt, we’ll have to take care of that.” He stated quietly, intentionally lowering his voice to not hurt her ears again. “That is, if you’ll let me help you.” He added with a small smile. She didn’t move at first, then her shoulders started shaking.
“How stupid do you think I am?” She lifted her head, laughing through her tears. “I’m verman to you.” Her laughter died down painfully, “A pest that needs to be eliminated.” She started to cry again, harder this time, as this realization was brought to the forefront of her mind. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? She called you here to get rid of me.” She asked, seeing no reason to try to stay on this giant’s good side since she was going to die either way.
He sighed deeply, thinking carefully about how he should deal with this. “Yes, she did call me to get rid of you.” He agreed, extending his hand slowly. “How I do that is up to me though.” He added as his palm-up hand filed her vision. She yelped and covered her head, but there was no contact, no pain. “Frankly, I had no intention of harming you from the beginning.” He continued, prompting her to look up. His hand was just laying flat in front of her, not grabbing at her or trying to hurt her. “So, please, come with me. I’ll bandage up your leg, and you can go wherever you want after it heals.” He assured her, daring to give her a hopeful smile.
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