A woman walks slowly in a museum. It is empty, the only other presences in the room being a janitor and the other exhibits in the other hallways. She stands, her glasses perched on her nose as she stares up the peculiar cast object in the middle of the large room.
It was made from an age old mold that she herself had found, buried under soil and easily distinguishable pumice rocks. The details of the mold itself were absolutely fascinating, features etched into stone and preserved for thousands of years, or maybe longer. All that remained of the creature's world were rings of rock large enough to hold countries inside.
They had once been walls.
Once more she looked at the mold, now hardened and standing over fifty feet above her head in the middle of the domed room. The beast, fifty-seven and two point six inches tall to be exact, seemed not only tall but strong.
The humanoid shape was filled with the indents of hard wired muscle, built to fight and kill. Since it was so large, small details like that were easy to make out. It had its large fist raised as if it was sending a punch at something, namely what she had found underneath it, but at that moment she was concentrating on the more male seeming beast.
Its face was the most distinguishable part of it though. It had a very abnormal facial shape, worn, with high cheekbones and a long shaped chin. A ragged mop of hair was hanging in its face, jaws wide open as if letting out a final battle cry, though its face was tilted slightly as if staring at something other than its opponent. A long serpentine tongue peeked from behind a set of ragged teeth, the back ends of the jaw set higher in the creature's cheeks than the rest of its tootheline. It was lipless, skin pulled back gruesomely, and yet still fitting for the creature. It's eyes were burrowed into its face slightly and were narrowed with rage and anger and concentration.
Below it, its opponent was on its back, an arm raised as if to protect its face. It looked female, narrow face and armor like bone extensions on its chest, while the other was bare of any armor. It seemed to be skinless, sinew and muscle outlined in the mold easily. Its fingers were nimble, and under its hand and beneath it they had found the remains of some sort of house, petrified. It was staring off to the side and up slightly, as if not worried about the opponent above it, and something else. She noted how they all seemed to be facing the same direction. Its full lips were parted, slits in its face beneath its eyes.
Female, for sure, the scientist decided.
She found it amazing. Giants. Real giants.
She could almost imagine the fight in the process, the male roaring loudly, feet colliding with the ground as it charged, fists up to collide with its opponent. The female would dodge, grabbing the male's arm and spinning him around, while he crushed buildings beneath his great bare feet. The male would stumble before whirling about and punching again, successfully knocking his opponent to the ground. Beneath her the buildings would shatter from the sheer weight of the giants as they fought. He would let out a final victory roar, raising his fist before realizing, just as the female did, that whatever had petrified them was coming their way.
And for thousands of years their forms would lay under the ground, decaying until nothing was left, not even the bones.
She sighed, adjusting her position as she leaned, cross armed against the railing that prevented her from walking up closer to it.
These, however, were not the only things she had found beneath the ground. Five bodies were preserved perfectly. So insanely perfectly, they seemed only to have been freshly deceased. They were all encased in some sort of crystalline material, near the necks of the creatures for some odd reason. It had taken three straight weeks to fully remove the corpses from the stuff, where it was then sent to another lab to be analyzed. The one -a single- near the female creature's neck was remarkably similar to her.
The girl was somewhat short, a pair of leather boots reaching up to her knees on her feet. White pants with a strange assortment of straps atop them -two leather buckles connected to each other over each thigh, along with a leather belt and a thin leather wrap around her hips- seemed like a uniform. She wore a frayed grey shirt, what looked like a hood resting beneath her head. She had a narrow face, and square nose. Her lips were parted slightly, and her eyes were cracked open narrowly to reveal a pair of bright blue eyes beneath.
She bore a strikingly similar resemblance to the female gaint, and the painters studied images of her to get what they assumed was a correct color. She still had a thin layer of the stuff covering her, for safety purposes, since it had done such a good job of preservation so far. She seemed to be in a position that indicated she was being held in place by her upper half, and through holes in the shirt a few strands of flesh were attached, actually attached, to her hands, face, and arms.
There were four near the neck of the male.
The most remarkable was a male, about the same age as the female and two others in the group. He had short cropped, wild dark brown hair, which hung in his face similar to male giant. He had scars beneath his eyes, like burn marks, in a triangular pattern. Bits of flesh clung to him as well, but his eyes were wide open. They were bright green-blue, flecks of gold riddled in them. His jaw was set, his lips a thin determined line.
His brow was furrowed, but his eyes seemed to be turned up in surprise. He was wearing a loose, long sleeved off-yellow shirt, a few strands of thread sewn near the top as if to hold it together. He wore a similar bottom to what the female did, all of the bodies did in fact, as if they were part of some sort of organisation. He also bore a striking similarity to the male giant as well.
The second in the group of four was a female, gripping onto the male's arm as if for dear life, while still holding another in her grip. In her free hand -which was in front of the second male, since she had her arm wrapped over his shoulder- she gripped onto a frayed red scarf, which seemed almost like a valuable expression. She seemed slightly of Asian origin, narrow eyes and thin lips set in a round face. She had shoulder length black hair, a few strands hanging in her face. She seemed determined and brave, almost a mother hen in a way, holding onto the two males. She wore a white shirt, which was ragged, and had a similar strap system and boots.
The second male seemed absolutely terrified, mouth wide open as if screaming. His round blue eyes were splayed wide, a fitting cut of chin length blonde hair framing his face. He held on to the female's arm tight, his knuckles white. His face was round, and he seemed somewhat aware of how terrifying the situation would have been in the time period. He wore a white shirt as well, making it seem even more uniform. He also wore the white pants and leather straps, but one of the boots was missing, the sole of his bare foot black.
Lastly was a final male who seemed disgruntled, and was in a protective chokehold of the male who seemed similar to the male giant. He wore a white button down shirt, a cravat, and the uniform bottom just as the others. But he had a metal sword handle in his tight grip, the broken blade seemingly shattered. He had fine features, a narrow nose, a narrow and yet full face. His lips were set into a thin line, but he seemed angry and concerned. His black hair was put into an undercut, which seemed to fit him, and his steel grey eyes were narrowed. He looked to be the oldest though, his face slightly worn by years and experience, his free hand, which was splayed open to protect the other three, calloused and rough.
The four were also sheltered by the crystal substance, though it seemed thickest around the brown haired boy. She didn't know if the recovery crew did that for a reason, or they simply couldn't break it. They had said it was hard to shatter.
She let out a sigh as she walked past the cases keeping the bodies safe, and felt an excited feeling flutter through her stomach. A few months after the exhibit was opened, she would be able to do an autopsy on the bodies for further investigation.
She began to leave, her footsteps echoing across the smooth floor.
She stopped and looked back at the giant plaster forms and the bodies in the cases.
She didn't know what it was, but she swore she saw the blonde haired male move.
She blinked, and stared for a moment.
After she was sure he hadn't, she left, dismissing the thought as simply a trick of her eyes.
And alone in the room, they all began to gather dust once again.
But the boy remained frozen in place.
Blink