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The Song of Rain (Mark and Amy) (Part 2...)

(A/N): The Song of Rain shall be continued in its own side story book, like Roadblock. Enjoy!

The ride to the giant's cave was like a roller coaster; forces tugging on every which direction, surroundings whizzing by a blur of colors. By now the giant had secured Amy in a loose fist, ensuring that she couldn't wriggle her way out. The scariest thing about it though was that Amy couldn't even feel open air under her feet, and that the top of his hand encircled her shoulders. She was debating on whether it was because of her small height or the giant's gargantuan hands when he walked up to a gaping hole in the wall of a cliff and ducked inside. The temperature around them immediately dropped, and Amy shivered as her only source of warmth diminished, only coming from the gigantor's body heat. Her eyes struggled to adjust as he brought her away from the mouth of the cave and plodded all the way to the back wall.

Amy flinched as the giant sat down and shook his head, sending water flying in every direction. His hair was poofed up like a wild hedge when he stopped, and Amy felt a bubble of laughter tickle her. She couldn't help but giggle to release some tension, but she stopped when his eyes landed on her. She couldn't tear her gaze away as he held her closer, squinting in the darkness. His irises shimmered in the shadows, and his pupils were incredibly round as he snuffed softly. Amy swallowed, not sure what to do when she noticed something else gleaming in front of her: Jack's knife. The blade was deep in the skin, and the handle was far too small for the giant to pull out on his own. She realized his nose kept twitching and wrinkling, and Amy felt a stab of guilt as sharp as any blade. I did that. Me... I hurt it.

She wriggled in the giant's fist and managed to get her arms free. She tried to reach out to take the knife for him, but his eyes hardened as he pulled his head back with a suspicious growl.

"I-It's okay." She held her hands out in a placate gesture. "I-I..." Her voice faltered when she remembered that she was staring face to face with a freaking giant. "I-I just wanna help you get that knife out," she stammered. He stared at her, the only sound beside the rain being his breathing, and then the snarl slowly dropped from his lips. He leaned forward again and brought Amy up to his face. She shuddered as his hot breath washed over him. She could feel it through his fingers, contradicting the cold cavern atmosphere and sending chills down her spine. She managed to focus on the glint of silver and took a nervous breath. Okay... here goes nothing. She slowly reached out, alarmingly aware that the massive being was watching her. Her hand hovered before the tip of his nose, and then she closed her eyes before leaning the last few inches.

As soon her cold small hand touched warm skin, his nostrils twitched at her tiny touch. He huffed nervously, and Amy's lips quivered as she opened her eyes and gasped quietly. Oh my god. I'm touching a giant, I am actually touching a giant, holy crap! She felt her muscles relax as she looked up at the giant, and she was surprised to see that his eyes were almost completely closed. She slowly moved her hand up, and then downward, watching as his eyelids fluttered sleepily. She continued gently rubbing, but then she was startled when the air started rumbling. What the- is it... is that purring? Amy was astounded. Giants can purr? That's new! She was so shocked that her continual movement stopped, and the purring paused until she started petting his nose again. It resumed, and the giant's eyes closed completely, and his facial features relaxed and made him look sleepy.

Amy took a deep breath and put her other hand on the handle. "This is gonna hurt," she warned. His brow twitched and the purring subsided, the only indication that he had heard her. She took another breath, braced herself, and yanked.

Her whole world jerked violently as the giant bellowed in pain and made the walls echo with his roar. Amy was hardly aware of dropping the knife onto the ground far below, she could only remember covering her ears until he calmed down and started whimpering. She groaned and rubbed her ringing ears, and then she looked up to see tears welling in the giant's eyes. The only thing left of the incidence was a tiny cut across the very tip.