The Weather Incarnates Gathering

 Part Two

Weather

It started like an ordinary day for Weather, when she woke up in her grey bedroom, coloured only by her many books and encyclopedias. She slid her eyes to her left out of the large bedside window. Her eyebrows met as she saw what was taking place in the distance. Why is it snowing in the middle of summer? British weather. Well that makes sense, however it is still rather bizarre. True.

Weather scratched her head wondering why she was wasting her braincells on such a matter. The main concern was the assignment that she had applied to herself for her high school's student teacher swap day. They were all given free reign on their topic, some of which, Weather knew, would only be vulgar topics, which she had little interest on. When they were told many subjects came to her, however within one day she had narrowed them all down to Joan Of Ark or Countess Elizabeth Bathory.

Well, the Blood Countess would be a very grim subject to tackle not to mention that, even-though the guys would like the violence, blood and gore, I know that nether the girls nor the teacher would. So Joan Of Ark it is? Yes, even-though it will be a violent and a bloody subject, it would be the more agreeable subject. Then let's get a move on!

When she had decided on this she made an essay no what she knew, however she knew that what she would not be enough to have an entire lesson on. She looked at her watch that was sticking to her flesh, which she had stared to forget to take off. It was silver and was once her father's. It was ten o'clock on the dot.

Good, the village's library's open for another four hours, so I think that if I walk down there strait after cleaning my teeth, I should be able to get in my full two hours. Brilliant! This should give me plenty of time!

So she slid out of her bed and changed into her monochrome black jeans and t-shirt. She looked into the window and used it as a mirror to brush her long thick brunette hair. She closed her grass green eyes closing out all distractions. She used her imagination to produce a simulation of how her day would go. She did this three more times until she felt that she was ready. When she was, she walked down the stairs with a calm well-postured precision that one would wonder who raised the girl.

She then walked into the kitchen and took out a pork pie and a cereal bar. She placed the bar into her back pocket then bit into the pork pie. With her free hand she looked at her work and combed through it with a knit comb, assessing, what arias she would need to research for her lesson to have the length that would fit into the timescale that the teachers provided for them. She repeated this until she had finished her pie.

She then took out the cereal bar, opened it as she walked back up to her bedroom, where she wrote down her decisions. So by the time she had finished and threw the wrapper in the bin she knew exactly what she was doing. She then took out another piece of paper and wrote down what she was doing and what time she should be back. She then put on her black hoodie and walked down the stairs. She left the note in the living room.

She slipped a whitening peppermint chewing gum in her lips, swinging her rucksack on her back. She then unlocked the door with her key. Slipped through the door and traced her route to the library with her foot prints to the library. When she was there she spat the gum out of her mouth and into the bin before she slipped through the glass automatic double doors.

As she looked back she saw a man in black with the most shiny leather gloves that she had ever seen. Her eyes narrowed as she quickly realized he was staring at her. Ordinarily she would have paid no attention to a man like this, however it was the way he was looking at her, with nothing but a predatory rage, like she was something that had to be eliminated.

Despite her unease in her stomach, she pushed him out of her mind. She transferred her mind from paranoia to her notes. She walked to the computer closest to the door, just in the case her paranoia was justified. She turned on the computer and opened a word document, where she would type up what she read as to make sure that she understood it. She was one and a half hours in only to feel like someone was watching her. She looked out of the corner of her eye to see that the shiny gloves were typing next to her. She could feel her breathing slowly and she felt the pulse of her heart increase. She let out a slow sigh.

Why are you being so paranoid Weather? She knew that in this state, she would not be able to retain the information, so she took the decision to print off her document and saved it. She shut the computer down, grabbed her rucksack and then paid for her work and slipped down the pages in the small pocket in it. Then she felt a hand on her right shoulder...

She hardly saw the investment to look back for her intuition had already informed her who's hand it was. She felt the pull of fear as water vapour moisturised her ear. She could sense that his lips were millimetres from her earhole.

“Tell me Weather, do you know an isolated place where we can have a nice till chat?” he asked. The girl frowned as she could feel the top of three sections of her trechea harden.

“How do you know my name?” she asked.

“Does it matter, for if you do not tell me soon I will blow everyone to Kingdom Come.” he said. Her eyes dropped to witness to her horror that he was being anything but deceptive! Her eyes instinctively departed to the cameras to realise that he stood purposely in the blind spot. She made several calculations none of which were profitable to her and everyone's survival.

“Come, there is a location that I travel to think whenever the library becomes too loud. The sound of the waves helps me think.” she explained. As she knew that the best thing to do was show as little emotion as possible. She slowly placed on her rucksack still observing her surroundings, just to be absolutely certain that there was no chance of overlooking her chance off escape. She continued going over calculations and scenarios after calculations and scenarios based on the observation of her changing surroundings until she was at the beech.

She knew that the best outcome, for her survival, would be killing him by getting as far away and aiming a well-positioned pebble at the vest, however, this would not be good for her psychosocially. So, now that she had identified the dilemma she knew that she had to come up with what was much more important to her? Her bottom eyelids tensed as she thought, she knew that she had to buy time for her to come up with an answer.

“So, I can tell by your body language that it is your intent to kill me, and I can also tell that you have thought this out well, so I have one question for you. Why is a well minded man doing this?” she asked trying to keep her voice calm despite her trembling voice-box however she could feel herself shaking slightly, however she knew that it would be only a matter of seconds until her body would expose her fear to this stranger. He laughed slightly as he pulled out a black gun.

“Wouldn't you like to know Weather?” he laughed off. She let out a shaky sigh as she could tell that her shaking was becoming less subtle.

“Yes, I ob-served that y-ou know my name. How?” she asked. “J-just who a-are you?”

She closed her eyes in dread, already witnessing that her tong was betraying her. She quickly raced through her thoughts to come up with a word or a series of words that would conceal her fear.

“Mr Stalker.” she used to observe his response.

“I am no stalker, I am your enemy Weather Heart, all you Weather Incarnates are! You can not deceive us, we know that you are anything but innocent and I know that you all are here to destroy us and the rest of the world, our gods told us all about you most of all! That is why you will have to die now before you have the chance.” he explained.

“Gods? A-are you p-part of a c-cult or something? A-and w-what are W-Weather In-Incarnates?” she asked her voice incapable to keep the fear out of her voice. Even her hands were evidently shaking uncontrollably and more vividly! Soon she felt her feet itch to break out into a run.

“Wouldn't you like to know!” he repeated. “And it's not a cult!”

That was when she had no choice but give in her ergs and run. Then she heard rapid gunfire! She reached out for a pebble but a bullet put a hole in her hand! She screamed out in pain. Her facade dropped as her eyes stung with tears mixing in with the salt in the air. She pulled her wounded hand in as she fell already knowing that the salt had already seeped into her wound. She used her legs to propel herself back to the sea as the man slowly approached her. He raised his gun and shot her in he kneecap. Another scream followed.

She had absolutely no hope of escaping. She found tears falling freely. She felt her body shaking like the Earth in an earthquake. Her heart was racing faster than a cheater. She closed her eyes as her jeans filled with her urine. She closed her eyes and her head looked away as she tried but failed not to whimper.

Then she heard a loud bang and she flew back into the ocean! She felt a hand pull her back before her hip sank beneath. She was then dragged away from it and that aria. When she woke she spotted the long white hair and pail albino neck. She knelt down revealing her shocking white eyes.

“Hi, you must be Weather, otherwise they won't be after you.”

“Pardon?”

“The people from my village, who worship aliens. They want me dead too. See we're the physical incarnations of the weather and you're our leader.” she explained.

“Who are you?”

“Snow.”