I did not know what to do. I was so scared and then I got down as low as I could, since I was so big. I put my head down so my ear was to the floor. "Darren, where are you?"
I heard a tiny voice. The voice said, "Cynthia, I'm right here, near the cabinet!"
I said, "Jump on my hand!" I felt a very, very, very, very slight movement on my hand. It was a tickle. It felt like something, maybe an ant, was climbing up my finger. I picked the thing up, whatever it was, and heard a voice say, "It's me! Darren!" I took my free hand and made it into a fist. I punched my fist through the wall. The hole was big enough for me to fit through. I first put the hand that held Darren through the hole. Then I climbed through.
"Whew!" I muttered. With Darren in my hand, I quickly stood up and ran. I ran almost crushing houses and buildings as I went. (I stepped over the houses and jumped over the buildings.) I kept on running until finally I was so tired. I slowed down to a walk.
Then I realized that something was stuck to the bottom of my foot. I sat down and pulled my foot up to the my face. What was that? It looked like bubble gum. Oh, no, I groaned, it wasn't bubble gum - it was somebody's car! I didn't have time to worry about that. I kept on running.
Then I heard a tiny voice say, "Cynthia! Stop!"
"Darren!" I exclaimed. I felt a tickle on my hand. Darren was climbing down.
"Noooo!" I said to Darren and caught him luckily before he fell to the grass. I kept on running and running and running some more until I was so tired, I sat down. I put my head down, carefully avoiding a regular-sized person. I fell asleep.
The next thing I knew, I was in a net and the net was tied down to the ground. "Who are you?" I said to the people surrounding me. They brought a very injured man forward. "It appears that this guy was in a car and the last thing he remembers before you stepped on him is seeing your foot narrow in on him and then he blacked out. He's not dead but he does have a broken arm, a few broken ribs, and heart problems."
They threw the injured man on top of the net. They then held up a very tiny net, the size of a tarantula. They said, "In here is the world's tiniest person, a boy we recognize as Darren. We think that he is related to you in some way." I teared up. "Yes," I said, before sobbing. "He is my brother. We were captured by Master Exors. We got fed a concoction - now look at us! Look at what he's done!"
"Master Exors? He's a good friend of ours. He can't hurt anybody," the people hollered.
"Yes, he does! You might be thinking of a different Master Exors. Ours looks like Frankenstein except this man has black skin and very long legs."
Then the people smiled. They began shredding their clothing and skin and turned into skeletons. They began roaming towards us. I screamed.
Chapter 6
I woke up. Darren was under me in the bottom bunk. "It was only a dream!" we said. We gasped as we saw a shadow lurking towards us. Our eyes widened as we saw it was not a dream at all. We had just been sleeping in Master Exors's bedroom.
"Raaaaagh!" he moaned. We were in big trouble....
End of story
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