The Weather Incarnates Black Weather
Part Four
Black Tornado
Tornado looked at the trio in front of her in curiosity. Snow and the
twins had brought them in. She noticed that they all had common
features, like their nose were identical and so was their single
chin. The shape of their eyes and eyebrows were different but their
ears were also identical.
So, brother's and sisters do have a family resemblance. I wonder
if my parents look like me... She soon had a picture of a man and
a woman that looked exactly like her and came to the conclusion that,
that looked far too weird for her parents.
“Are you all black?” she asked as they gained consciousness.
“Of course we are!” Black Rain snapped.
“We all are siblings after all!” said her twin.
“Are all siblings like that?” she asked.
“Not unless one or two are albinos.” their brother explained.
“'Albinos'?” she repeated.
“They're people who have no colour.” Weather replied.
“Like Snow?”
Black Snow nodded.
“Anyhow, Black Tornado will be coming next. I don't how, but I know
that he's coming-”
“So make sure you remember that he's just as brainwashed-”
“-As we were. So please don't kill him!”
Tornado nodded. Just on cue there was a sudden tremor through out the
whole cave. Tornado looked out and saw a black tornado forming.
Before anyone could say another word she ran out and the tornado
touched the ground when she had arrived. Then a boy walked out with
the same look as his siblings apart his afro. He looked more toned up
and he looked older than he actually was.
“So, my siblings failed did they?” he observed.
“You could say that.” she said as she ran up to him. Their fists
met breaking both of their wrists in the process. Tornado backed off,
but used to the pain. Black Tornado hit her with a high kick causing
her to at dirt. He then raised his hand and a black tornado came down
and kept her on her stomach. He then kicked her as he pulled out a
knife as her hand raised.
He then felt himself being pulled back and he dropped the knife.
Tornado waited for his black tornado to fade before she ran up and
collected his knife. She then ran to her tornado and let herself fly
up into the air. She them met him.
He then pulled out of another knife from his opposite side. The
tornado turned grey as he drew close to her and struck at her. She
was able to block it but it was clumsy. He clearly could see this so
he increased the pressure on her blade. Knowing that it would be only
a matter of time until her wrist would give way she pushed away in an
arch. This broke the blades apart and they both took this chance to
dive down to the others chest. This caused the grind to blunt one
side of the blade they pulled away before their hands were cut.
Then they tried to strike again but their blades clashed as their
tornado started to fade in favour of their knife fighting. They both
felt themselves falling slowly, but they quickly focused on the other
as their knives met yet again. That was when they fell faster until
they bumped onto the grass below.
They looked up at each other as they both knew that the first to get
up would be the victor. So they both ran up and punched each other
deep in the cheek. Tornado knew that this would mean that there would
be several loose teeth. They both spun and let their fists unwrap and
they hit the other in the back of their heads. Then they flung the
other fist into the others rib but this too caused their fists meet
beside their hips.
“Nice!” they said at the same time as they pulled away.
They then kicked high then low then the centre, then low, then the
centre, low, high, low, high, low, centre, then low, then the centre
and then low, all without touching the ground.
“Ha!” she laughed.
“What's so funny?” he asked.
“High low piccolo!” she called and then he laughed as he got the
joke. “I really can't wait until I knock the brainwashing out of
you.”
She then ran up and punched him in the throat. This knocked him out
instantly causing her broken bone to become exposed slightly. With
the other hand she flung him over her shoulder.
“I'm back!” she sang as she returned.
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