Somebody gave me a writing prompt out of the blue so I'll see if I can do something with it...

The boot dropped slowly to the ground from a height of about 100 feet.  At least that's what it seemed like.  Karen couldn't really tell how high up she was any longer.

The sky was a shifting tableau of mottled colors.  The Beast stared down at her, its massive eyes unblinking as it continued to grasp her in its giant hand.

Why did this creature always come whenever she took the pills?  Why couldn't she simply hallucinate that the ground was swallowing her or that the trees were singing like a normal drug addict would?

The Beast lurched around and began walking back towards its lake, dangling her now-naked feet just above the trees.  The higher branches scraped against the bottom of her legs painfully.  She tried to focus on the shifting colors in the sky to calm herself.  They turned in a kaleidoscopic fashion.

Her breath, shallow as it was, caught in her throat.

There was something different in the sky this time.

A streak of grey was spreading forward, making a dark line across the restless canvas of colors above.  What was it?

The Beast trod on towards the lake's edge as the front of the line began to resolve itself into a hard, triangular shape.

A plane?

No.

A missile.

Karen began to struggle in the enormous monster's grasp.  The rumors were true!  They HAD been watching her, just waiting for her to slip once more into her drug-induced state and act as a beacon for the colossus that now carried her.

The deadly projectile was growing larger, heading right for their position.

And now, the Beast was wading into the lake, its greenish amphibian skin glowing with a reflective sheen.

"Run!" she croaked, her voice barely audible.  Her lungs ached as she tried to draw in enough air to shout a warning to her hulking companion, but its vise-like grip on her rib cage prevented it.

She closed her eyes tightly as they sank downward together.  The Beast would enable her to breathe beneath the lake's surface as he had many times in the past, but it would make no difference this time.

"Get... away!  Please!" she said, but her voice was barely above a whisper.

A loud roaring sound came from above and a terrible, hot wind began to blow.

The last sensation she felt was that of her bare feet touching the water.

And then the world imploded.

(Hmm...  A bit strange and morbid perhaps, but an interesting exercise nonetheless... Thanks to Maria for the writing prompt!)  :)