The Weather Incarnates Gathering


Part Five
Tornado

Tornado found herself walking alone one night. Her grey curls bounced on her shoulders as her grey eyes with a spiral paten that kept on going in looked around. She liked doing this, even-though her parents didn't, it helped her think and process thinks that were happening in her head. She knew that it was late and her parents would have given her a telling off, provided she had some. No, she was taken away from them before she could even remember them.
She was even given a different name too, Dorothy Black, a name that she despised. Ether because she knew that it was not her true name or the fact that she hated saying it. Regardless, she was able to have it changed to Tornado. This felt better even-though if you were to ask her why she chose that name she could nether explain why nor how she did. She left her last home two years ago and had not looked back since.
She then heard a scream in the distance but not too far. She broke out into the run hoping that she could save this one, if she did then this would have been the fourth in the past month. She had even started to think that she could become a legitimate vigil anti, which she had always looked up to in her youth.
She saw a gang of what looked like farmers surrounding a girl that looked like David Bowie as Jareth, just there was no make up and her eyes were like lightening. She seemed to have some recent injuries but not too recent. She looked up at the darkening sky. It was all too clear that a storm was on it's way.
She looked back at the gang and could see murder in their eyes. This told her what she needed to know as she closed her eyes. She then let go of any fer of killing these people and then the wind spun around and around until her tornado was complete. She focused on the villagers and created another one to protect the girl as the villagers were lifted off their feet and high into the air. When she felt that they were high enough she opened her eyes and let a sigh of relief as the tornados faded. The girl looked at her in awe as the villagers fell like rain.
She then ran up to the girl as the storm clouds faded too.
“Are you alright?” she asked the girl concerned revealing her British accent.
“Yeah, tell me did you do that?” she asked looking up at the sky.
“Yes, my name is Tornado. What is yours?” she asked wishing that shortened words fit well on her tong.
“Storm.” she said. “Are you a Weather Incarnate?”
“A Weather what?” she asked. She sighed as she looked around.
“Can we talk in privet? I mean I don't mean to intrude but I know out here's not a good idea to be speaking out in the open. If your parents are at home then I understand.”
“Actually, I have a den and I don't have any parents.”
“Why, what happened?” she asked.
“I dunno, you?”
“Same.”
“Well, it's this way.” she called as she retraced her steps. Soon they were at her den which was an abandoned building that was believed by many to be haunted. This was why it made for such a great den for her. She sat on the torn faded blue sofa and Storm sat on the faded grey sofa as her eyes looked at the cracked and dirty chess pattern on the floor.
“So, what's this Weather Incarnate thing that you were talking about?” she asked her voice echoing in the large room.
“They are the incarnations of weather.” she explained. Tornado frowned.
“How can-”
“I dunno.” she said. “I'm only going to tell you what I know.”
With that she told Tornado everything that had happened to her. Out of politeness Tornado returned the favour.
“So, there are these aliens called the Weatherless? And they're here to kill you Weather Incarnates?”
“Yes, although, I think that you might be one after all you did make those tornados earlier tonight.” she said. “And I can create storms.”
“Like Thor?”
“Like Thor.”
Tornado nodded as they both heard a smash in the background. They looked behind them as a man ran up to them with a gun and before they could do anything they herd gunfire and a gust of wind picked up forcing the bullet into the wood beside them and then another bang and the man fell down clearly dead. Tornado looked behind to see an old woman holding a gun with twins beside her. Storm looked at her in utter confusion.
“G-Grandmother?”
“Hello Storm.”

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