Chapter 1: A Young Giants Pain

I remember when I was a kid, at least seven years old. I lived happily with my parents in the mountains of Puerto Rico, and my other family members were living with us. We were a big happy family. Playing outdoors and telling jokes with each other, smiling and laughing.

It was Christmas when it all changed. Our family was poor, but it never showed. We always wore smiles wherever we went, especially for Christmas. It was the best time of year for me, the only time of year I'd finally get a new toy to play with.

Consequently, our entire family would pool as much money as we could to buy all of us a present. That Christmas was the day I finally got a bike, and the last time I could ever ride one.

"Come on Michael! Stop being so slooow! Aren't you excited to use our new toys?!" my cousin screamed excitedly, his name was Abdiel. He was the most hyperactive kid in our neighborhood. As well as the shortest boy in our grade.

Kids at our school used to bully him because he never seemed to be able to sit still. They called him names like 'gremlin' or 'little goblin'. Point is whoever said those things would get beat up by me! No way would some random kid bully my cousin and call him names like that! The only person who could ever bully Abdiel, and call him names is... me!

My cousin and I were just about to test out our new gifts when suddenly, pain... then shock, then pain again! It came to me in waves, it was white-hot pain, the kind that leaves someone in horror, anxiety, and so much hurt that you can't see, scream, think or comprehend.

Suddenly, through the blistering pain, like firecrackers under my skin, I felt my bones crack, pop, and stretch it felt like I was being spread out thin while stuffed uncomfortably full of sharp, crooked stones that were laced with salt and lemon juice at the same time.

"Aaaahhhhh! Gaaaaaaaawwwd! AAAAAAAAahhhhh!" I screamed a pain-filled, bone-chilling, agony-spewing cry that begged to whatever higher power, to finally end my agony right then and there.

The world turned black, and that was the last time I ever saw my family again. I couldn't remember what happened to me after falling unconscious. The first thing I recall was that there were doctors all over me, with fascinated faces, looking like they just found the most fascinating individual in the world.

I heard things like, "Amazing! What type of biological miracle must've happened to make this happen!?" or, "I want a sample of his blood right now!" I was in dreamland when apparently, my body underwent perplexing changes? That, even decades after the fact, literally no one would understand.

I was knocked out cold for a week.

At the tender age of seven years old, I was 9'3 or 2.7 meters tall. No abnormalities were found in my skeletal structure apart from its massive stature. No internal organs had any signs of failure, not even my skin had stretch marks.

It was like I was always 9'3, not a seven-year-old child that was 4'2 just last week. In fact, my skin, muscles, and skeleton were even more robust. I could feel it in my bones, the base of my being, a tingly sensation conveying a feeling, a thought even, "Grow..." it said.

"...No more...please..."

I begged before the same sensation overtook my senses, my reason, thrown out the window along with my sanity. This time I wasn't given the mercy of sleep, even if it was forcefully induced by copiously obscene amounts of pain. This time I would endure for hours on end.

Twelve hours passed, and I grew even more. Shocked beyond belief these scientists could not believe what was happening right in front of them. A child, no older than 7 years old was growing to an even more monstrous size than what could even be scientifically possible.

9'7...9'8...9'9...9'10!

I kept growing till I stopped at 10'4.

This was the beginning of my nightmare.