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Battle for the skies (Pt. 1) The Living Tornado
by Aaron HowardThe sky is dark
like a storm had just passed over
the ground is still wet.. rain lightly falling
pans to a stick being dragged along the ground.. footsteps can be herd.. rocks popping underfoot
a slight dragging of feet.. a car passes.. high speed.. highway speed..
Pans back.. two children walking on the side of the highway.. a greens a steel fence in the background.. the whites of the trees leaves shown to the sky
the little white boy asks his friend, what are we going to do now?
The little black child replies, I dont know, maybe go stay with my aunt
The camera pans back a little more.. and raises.. showing you a trailer park wiped out..
Nothing but scraps of trailers.. cars flipped.. trees up rooted.. a fire burns in the distance..
Sirens can be herd and you can see the flashing of oncoming ambulances and fire trucks..
The camera pans up to the sky to show a huge f5 twister riding off into the sunset. as it fades up into the clouds
Pan out
Middle aged tan skinned male, driving a pickup truck down a dirt road in the middle of some fields..
Looks Midwestern
A dream catcher hangs from his mirror and he speaks a couple of works as he handles the feathers hanging off of it.. he scans the horizon, reaching over to scratch the head of his dog sitting shotgun..
He stops the truck outside of a trailer in the middle of a field..
He hops out
runs inside and comes back out
He looks around and curses under his breath
The truck peels off leaving a dirt dust trail behind it
A shower approaches.. the wind whips up dust and makes little mini dust devils as he hauls ass down this country road..
Hed gotten a phone call from his grandfather telling of a vision hed had.. of a evil spirit that had been awakened
a spirit of the air.. a spirit that could destroy the last of the elementals..
He being one of the last few protectors, he knew this was of grave importance.. this was a demon that could control the air and sea.. a demon as fierce as your nightmare could allow..
He now knew how 25 F5 tornados had been tracked in the last 48 hours
one even in Maine
All taking out churches, schools.. even a cemetery was stripped of its headstones
the death count was in the hundreds.. and most were feared gone
He knew that this was the war he was told of as a child.. this was the war of man against air
This spirit gathered strength off the souls he collected from his deeds.. Itd seek out the living and steal the essence to gain more and more power
It has a hatred of humankind that no other could compare..
And the power to enforce it
Pan to New York.. cold spring night..
Tall woman.. black hair.. olive complexion
She walks down the street.. with a pride in her step. you can tell shes self assured..
She walks on, and lights a cigarette.. the smoke curls behind her.. flowing up into the cloudy night
A little leaf devil catches the smoke.. and you hear a voice.. Mmmmm.. the air smells sweet tonight..
The woman keeps walking on
And the leaf/dust devil rustles along behind her. slowly gaining on her
She dips down into a train station type depot, with glass door
you hear voices.. but its incomprehensible
. The doors shimmer and shake
but the leaves die down
A jogger runs past
wearing the skin type spandex.. the leaves pick back up.. and speed after the jogger
The jogger runs up to an intersection and keeps jogging in place
The leaves speedily creep up on him.. but since he has headphones on, he cant hear
he looks around, but doesn't suspect anything
cars whiz past at 50 miles an hour
the leaves start smacking the jogger, but he just looks around and smiles.. all of the sudden a push from behind pushes the jogger into an oncoming taxi
he takes a header and bounces off the windshield
All of a sudden, as he flies, hes caught by the leaf devil
and spun around.. his blood catching into the wind.. making a misty vortex
a cackle can be herd
as the winds become intense
the taxis that whiz into the intersection are now picked up and tossed, people being stripped out of the car and sucked into the tornado.. the brick side of the buildings start to unhinge as the winds take hold.. debris just starts getting launched everywhere and the buildings are no match for the f4 winds
you can see bloods clouds mixing in the torrent winds.. knowing that with each of those swirls more power is being taken..
The tornado rips through central park
carving a huge alley in the middle.. stripping it down to dirt
The next day.. the papers read Death toll 325.. Worst tornado in new Yorks history.. the weather channel does an all day evaluation. trying to explain what has happened.. or even how
The cards are dealt for the battle of the skies
(to be continued)
03/14/2004 Author's Note: this acually spawned from an acual dream.. it even had starting credits... I figure this will be a movie someday.. and maybe I might see some cash for it..
lord knows I could use some corn dog money...
Posted on 03/14/2004
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Howard
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