Pest

You stumble to get on your feet, the giant only a few inches from squashing you. You hope he doesn't notice you peering up at him. You slowly crawl toward shade where he cannot see you, hoping that you won't get caught. Because if he does, you'll definitely die. The giants rarely make mistakes and you were fortunate to experience one earlier, but hoping for another mistake would be plain ridiculous.

You suddenly slip on a black wire and the giant freezes and cranes his big head to hear more. You breathe as softly as you can, but he still spots you and before you can react, he readies his weapon to strike, death in his eyes.

You quickly scurry away and hide beneath a big wooden structure that the giant's kind has made. If you weren't in a life or death situation, you would have stopped and marveled at the complicated parts of the mechanism that your kind could never make. But you remind yourself that you are in a life or death situation, so you pa no heed to your complaining curiosity and crouch beneath the structure, your heart plummeting hard against your chair.

You watch the giant's two feet pace around for a while, certainly looking for you. You hear him breathe loudly--another thing the giants could do that your kind couldn't--and walk away, hiding his weapon, ready for the next encounter.

It was a simple day for you. A chase between the giant and you with you surviving and the giant leaving in defeat. It was not normal for your kind to do this. Most of them only went out when the giants were gone or when they were sleeping for fear that they may die. Not you though. You are curious and you want to learn more of what the giants can do that your kind can never achieve even with all of them working altogether.

They had told you to stop, to fear for your life, but you rather die having knowledge than to live knowing nothing. They had forced you to attend sermons, lectures that explain the danger of these giants, yet nothing fazed you and you remained determined to learn.

You love the way they can make things with the help of other things they also make. You are amazed on how they don't seem grateful for all the magnificent things around them. If you were one of them, you would have spent years and years learning and appreciating everything around you.

You love their way of life. There was only one thing that you hated: the way they hunted your kind. They would go to different lengths to get rid of you, investing precious time and money to make sure you would not exist, but they have never succeeded in wiping out your kind's existence.

What was that word they called you again?

Oh yes.

Cockroach.