October 15th excerpt:
Dean stalked from side to side in his jar, every ounce of his body just bleeding out frustration. He didn’t take his eye from Sherlock, resembling a cornered wolf more than a man with the matching snarl on his face.
Tag: trapped
October 14th excerpt:
Sherlock moved Dean further away and dropped him into the prepared jar, releasing his grip as low as the glass would allow.
That done, he carefully placed the miniscule blade onto his freed palm. It was so small he had to squint to see any kind of detail in it, until he remembered the pocket magnifier he always kept on his person. He fished the little instrument out of his pocket and used his teeth to slide it open. The newly-uncovered lens offered a much better, if slightly distorted view of the much tinier weapon.
“Excellent workmanship,” he murmured, taking note of how impossibly fine it was. Sherlock was making an honest effort to not underestimate these miniature men, but a silver knife of that caliber seemed well outside the resources of someone shorter than a finger.
Setting the magnifier aside, Sherlock let the knife slide from his palm to the counter, a good deal away from the edge where it could get accidentally brushed away.
August 6th excerpt:
He opened up a pocket on his shirt. Flipping his grip so he dangled the little guy by his trapped legs over the cloth enclosure, he gave him one last dismissive statement.
“I’ll deal with you later.”
He dropped Sam into his pocket and fastened it shut.
45. Dreaming
Three strokes. Flip. Four strokes. Flip.
Alone in her small dollhouse, Bree contented herself counting the time as she brushed her hair. The Mangas family was out for the day, at some park or another, and Briella Watch was left on her own to pass the time.
Only a passing thought was given to the people she knew were in the storage room, waiting to be sold. She couldn’t think too much about them, there was nothing she could do. She was sealed away, trapped in a house inside a room with all entrances to the walls sealed off.
This family knew the tricks, after all.
Three strokes. A quick flip of her hair, and a garishly pink doll hairbrush went through the strands of golden hair while Bree stared into the clouds outside the window. Long eyelashes closed, and a tear hid at the side of her eye.
People were trapped, and she was up here, with her head in the clouds. Every night, she was plagued by thoughts of what could have been. Her only release was in sleep, in dreams of her old home with her mother and her father. Mallory’s constant smile at her while she took her first steps, Walt’s stern pride as he taught her how to climb.
Every night, she saw their faces in her dreams and they pushed back the dark cloud that hung over her head. She had to hide it, though. Beth couldn’t know what she was thinking.
They couldn’t take away her dreams.
Four strokes. Flip.
June 26th excerpt:
The dodge wasn’t enough. The giant’s hands eclipsed their escape route, massive fingers brushing Dean’s side even as he fired what he could into the wall of skin rushing at him. Those fingers curled inexorably around him, and for the first time in his life, Dean felt small.
He lost sight of Sam in that grasp, but knew that it had to look the same. Unless Sam had by some miracle escaped, they were about to be captured by a giant. “No!” Dean cried out, trying to twist away from the thick, creviced skin closing in around him.
A massive thumb, bigger and more powerful than Dean could ever be, brushed down in front of him and in seconds his arms were forced to lower.
May 9th excerpt:
Sam’s chest hiccuped as he cried, curling into as small a ball as he could while the kid’s voice rumbled around him. Everything was dark, except the few shards of light that snuck in past the huge fingers.
Surrounded. He was surrounded by fingers.
That thought made Sam bury his head against his knees, hugging them to himself. There was no room to thrash anymore, and he waited for the end to come. It was only after a few long moments that stretched out around the stuffy air inside of the hands that Sam realized there was a voice – a voice that shook the wall next to him, but still a voice.
March 30th excerpt:
Rischa’s eyes were wide in the dark.
She’d only noticed a shadow descending on her before something large and fast closed around her, trapping her body and her surprised, fluttering wings in a small space. The shape of the light that leaked in showed the silhouettes of fingers clamped tightly around her.
“Oh,” she breathed, her heart beating faster. The human’s feelings crashed around her in a startling clarity, and she was immediately certain that it wasn’t Jacob.
A giant she didn’t know had snatched her up, and no one even knew she was out there.
“Oh no.”
March 23rd excerpt:
“Jacob, you can’t just keep us under the bucket,” Sam called out, his voice loud enough to escape the bucket. “You’re going to have to let us out eventually.”
Jacob sat back and ran a hand through his hair absently. He stared down at the bucket and contemplated Sam’s words. “Yeah, I … holy shit,” he answered distractedly, unsure of what he could even say to them. He’d just trapped them without even thinking about it.
February 20th excerpt:
An unfamiliar voice rumbled through the air and froze Sam’s blood solid.
“I think I saw someone over by the desk.”
Sam scrunched his eyes closed, wishing he had anywhere else to go. He was too far away from the wall entrance, he couldn’t scale up any of the gargantuan furniture that soared above his head.
February 14th excerpt:
Dean tried to lash out with the boot that was being examined, wishing he could reach the guy’s face and hit him in the eye. Let him know what it felt like. If their positions were reversed, Dean wouldn’t put him in a pocket. A damn cage sounded like just the place for the human.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners?” Dean snapped.
“All hands is not the way to woo a girl.”
Brothers Apart 