03-01-2010, 05:37 AM
I'm glad you liked it, Ray. The story is just beginning, though~~ ^ ^ Here's the Prelude:
~Prelude~
It seemed like so long ago that the disaster happened.
The small town of Lorenton was nestled in the expansive plains in the western country. The tendrils of technology and civilization had relented in their expansion and left the area to peace. It is here in this small town that Ryomi Nakashi and his family once resided. Ryomi's father and mother worked as corporate administrators for a major company located in the city of Quarreln that was many miles from Lorenton. But, seeking escape from the hustle of the city, Mr. and Mrs. Nakashi decided that a humble residence in the country would be just what they and their children would need to relax. To their surprise, their decision had been dead wrong. What the two parents had failed to realize was that myriad storms ravaged the plains and many gave birth to tornadoes.
It only took a single night. The rain relentlessly fell down upon the Nakashi family’s two-story home and lightning danced across the night sky outside. Thunder boomed and the wind was so powerful that it shook the very foundations of the house. The family sat huddled together in the den, the parents trying to calm the children. Never before had they experienced such a frightening storm. Not even the whispered words of comfort brought solace to the children’s souls. Thus, they all sat in fear in the darkness in the den until the winds reached the point of howling, and it became obvious that something horrible was going on. And they were right.
A tornado scoured the town not too far away, its mighty gusts ripping houses to shreds and sending debris mercilessly flying through the air. The screams of those unfortunate enough to get caught in it were drowned out by the blasting winds, and no other sound was audible. The wind dominated all. The tornado continued along its chosen path, never straying from, and thus leaving the Nakashi home with minimal damage. As the family emerged from their home after the storm had passed, they came upon a scene of complete ruin. Most of the town had been destroyed by the tornado and Lorenton now looked like a pile of wood and other various articles of refuse. Some lucky houses remained standing, though shutters were torn off and shingles were missing from them. No home remained completely intact.
Several other families were beginning to emerge from various places. Some of them were more wary of tornadoes and had built shelters, so the Nakashi family was surprised when some people suddenly appeared from seemingly out of nowhere. The people wandered about the remains of the town they once cherished with their hands shielding their eyes from the sun that now deigned to spread its warming rays down upon the wreckage. The Nakashi family turned around to look at their own home: it appeared fine, but in mere moments, right before their eyes, the structure collapsed. The parents grabbed their children and ran off to gain distance between them and the collapsing house, and even when they were far enough away, they kept their hands over their children’s eyes so that they couldn’t see that their home would soon be naught.
That was nine years ago.
With no options left, the parents decided that, though it would be a horrible experience, they would move to Quarreln, for staying in the plains any longer would just boost the risk of losing everything again. So, the family moved into a cozy apartment downtown. Unfortunately, the coziness did not aid the family’s situation. It just wasn’t as tranquil as the country, and soon, the stress of parents’ jobs became to much and they began to have many arguments. One night, things grew violent. The argument had started over the bad decision to move to the plains.
“If you did more research about that place, we would have known about the tornadoes,” Mother had said accusingly. The whole family was at the dinner table enjoying Mother’s cooking. It had been at least two years since the incident, but it still remained vivid in the memories of the Nakashi family.
Father glanced at her dejectedly. “People don’t do research on where they want to live; that’s what they pay the damned real estate agent for. It’s not my fault that bitch didn’t tell us about the tornadoes,” he responded angrily, taking a large bite out of a fried chicken leg. The children exchanged a worried look.
“Keep your voice down,” Mother hissed. “And watch your language around the children.” She glared at him for a second before giving the children a comforting glance.
“Don’t fill them with delusion,” Father replied, his voice defiant. “People curse and people yell. That’s life.”
“Well, our children shouldn’t have to listen to it.”
“Just shut the hell up, will you?!” Father shouted suddenly, banging his fist on the table. The children jumped.
“Go to your rooms, kids,” Mother said quickly and got up from her seat. The sound of chairs scraping against the floor and hurried footsteps ensued as Mother ushered the kids out of the room. She then turned to Father. “What are you trying to accomplish by scaring those kids?”
“It’s not about the damn kids!” he yelled back at her in response. “You just can’t forget about that mother fucking tornado, can you? Just drop the issue! We’re doing just fine right here.”
“I can’t help it if one of us makes a careless mistake that puts the whole family at risk,” Mother spoke passive aggressively.
“You know what, bitch? I’ll show you a careless mistake!” Father roared and pushed his chair out to stand up. Without hesitation and his face full of anger, he rushed up to Mother and punched her in the face sending her tumbling to the floor. Mother looked up and touched her cheek gingerly; it was bruised.
“I hope you feel proud of yourself. Some husband and father you turned out to be!” Mother screamed at him.
This only made Father more upset and he was upon her in seconds. He pinned her to the ground and beat at her face without mercy. It went on for what seemed like an eternity to poor Mother before she fell unconscious. Father rolled off of his wife and lie in the floor, panting. His hands were shaking and he noticed that there was blood on his fingers. They were his wife’s blood. He gazed at them, horrified, and backed into a corner where he cried. The tears filled his eyes quickly, and he felt like they would never stop flowing. Eventually, he cried himself to sleep. The children were left to make heads or tails of the situation in their room. The son held his sister close to him. Tears were also in both of their eyes. Hearing what was happening in the dining room was even more frightening than the night the tornado had struck.
The next day, Mother left. She said goodbye to her children; though Father had beat her up just last night, she knew he would never lay a hand on the children. She took only her belongings, for she didn’t care about what might be hers or what might be Father’s. The children were sad, but Mother’s gentle smile was enough to calm them. Father had awoken before she left, and not a word was exchanged between the two. Every time he saw her bruised and swollen face, he felt like and iron spike had been driven through his heart. The pain of guilt was too much for him, and he wept some more. The door closed behind her, and she was never seen again.
After that particularly trying ordeal, Father and his children remained in the apartment, though Father typically avoided the dining room and even his bedroom, for seeing the lack of Mother’s belongings brought the guilt back to ravage his mind. He spent most of his time drinking alcohol in the living room, watching television whenever he wasn’t working. His two children had grown up into very mature teenagers. Ryomi, the 16-year-old son, already had a job and took care of his sister, Cyan, who was 14 years old. Both of them were in high school and had great grades; Father couldn’t be more proud, though most of the time he was in a drunken slumber on the couch with potato chip crumbs scattered over his body.
Ryomi and Cyan took care of their father, but Ryomi was becoming more and more resentful towards him, for he remembered the night when Mother left. He didn’t understand things back then, but he was wise enough to know now. The routine that had befallen him made him irascible, and he didn’t have too many friends at school. He preferred it that way. However, he longed for an escape from the monotony of his life. If only there was some way to break the bonds of reality and enter into a world of fantasy, he would be so happy.
Unfortunately, the unsuspecting fool did not know that there was, and that the energies that were ripping the universe apart at the seams were about to claim him.
~Prelude~
It seemed like so long ago that the disaster happened.
The small town of Lorenton was nestled in the expansive plains in the western country. The tendrils of technology and civilization had relented in their expansion and left the area to peace. It is here in this small town that Ryomi Nakashi and his family once resided. Ryomi's father and mother worked as corporate administrators for a major company located in the city of Quarreln that was many miles from Lorenton. But, seeking escape from the hustle of the city, Mr. and Mrs. Nakashi decided that a humble residence in the country would be just what they and their children would need to relax. To their surprise, their decision had been dead wrong. What the two parents had failed to realize was that myriad storms ravaged the plains and many gave birth to tornadoes.
It only took a single night. The rain relentlessly fell down upon the Nakashi family’s two-story home and lightning danced across the night sky outside. Thunder boomed and the wind was so powerful that it shook the very foundations of the house. The family sat huddled together in the den, the parents trying to calm the children. Never before had they experienced such a frightening storm. Not even the whispered words of comfort brought solace to the children’s souls. Thus, they all sat in fear in the darkness in the den until the winds reached the point of howling, and it became obvious that something horrible was going on. And they were right.
A tornado scoured the town not too far away, its mighty gusts ripping houses to shreds and sending debris mercilessly flying through the air. The screams of those unfortunate enough to get caught in it were drowned out by the blasting winds, and no other sound was audible. The wind dominated all. The tornado continued along its chosen path, never straying from, and thus leaving the Nakashi home with minimal damage. As the family emerged from their home after the storm had passed, they came upon a scene of complete ruin. Most of the town had been destroyed by the tornado and Lorenton now looked like a pile of wood and other various articles of refuse. Some lucky houses remained standing, though shutters were torn off and shingles were missing from them. No home remained completely intact.
Several other families were beginning to emerge from various places. Some of them were more wary of tornadoes and had built shelters, so the Nakashi family was surprised when some people suddenly appeared from seemingly out of nowhere. The people wandered about the remains of the town they once cherished with their hands shielding their eyes from the sun that now deigned to spread its warming rays down upon the wreckage. The Nakashi family turned around to look at their own home: it appeared fine, but in mere moments, right before their eyes, the structure collapsed. The parents grabbed their children and ran off to gain distance between them and the collapsing house, and even when they were far enough away, they kept their hands over their children’s eyes so that they couldn’t see that their home would soon be naught.
That was nine years ago.
With no options left, the parents decided that, though it would be a horrible experience, they would move to Quarreln, for staying in the plains any longer would just boost the risk of losing everything again. So, the family moved into a cozy apartment downtown. Unfortunately, the coziness did not aid the family’s situation. It just wasn’t as tranquil as the country, and soon, the stress of parents’ jobs became to much and they began to have many arguments. One night, things grew violent. The argument had started over the bad decision to move to the plains.
“If you did more research about that place, we would have known about the tornadoes,” Mother had said accusingly. The whole family was at the dinner table enjoying Mother’s cooking. It had been at least two years since the incident, but it still remained vivid in the memories of the Nakashi family.
Father glanced at her dejectedly. “People don’t do research on where they want to live; that’s what they pay the damned real estate agent for. It’s not my fault that bitch didn’t tell us about the tornadoes,” he responded angrily, taking a large bite out of a fried chicken leg. The children exchanged a worried look.
“Keep your voice down,” Mother hissed. “And watch your language around the children.” She glared at him for a second before giving the children a comforting glance.
“Don’t fill them with delusion,” Father replied, his voice defiant. “People curse and people yell. That’s life.”
“Well, our children shouldn’t have to listen to it.”
“Just shut the hell up, will you?!” Father shouted suddenly, banging his fist on the table. The children jumped.
“Go to your rooms, kids,” Mother said quickly and got up from her seat. The sound of chairs scraping against the floor and hurried footsteps ensued as Mother ushered the kids out of the room. She then turned to Father. “What are you trying to accomplish by scaring those kids?”
“It’s not about the damn kids!” he yelled back at her in response. “You just can’t forget about that mother fucking tornado, can you? Just drop the issue! We’re doing just fine right here.”
“I can’t help it if one of us makes a careless mistake that puts the whole family at risk,” Mother spoke passive aggressively.
“You know what, bitch? I’ll show you a careless mistake!” Father roared and pushed his chair out to stand up. Without hesitation and his face full of anger, he rushed up to Mother and punched her in the face sending her tumbling to the floor. Mother looked up and touched her cheek gingerly; it was bruised.
“I hope you feel proud of yourself. Some husband and father you turned out to be!” Mother screamed at him.
This only made Father more upset and he was upon her in seconds. He pinned her to the ground and beat at her face without mercy. It went on for what seemed like an eternity to poor Mother before she fell unconscious. Father rolled off of his wife and lie in the floor, panting. His hands were shaking and he noticed that there was blood on his fingers. They were his wife’s blood. He gazed at them, horrified, and backed into a corner where he cried. The tears filled his eyes quickly, and he felt like they would never stop flowing. Eventually, he cried himself to sleep. The children were left to make heads or tails of the situation in their room. The son held his sister close to him. Tears were also in both of their eyes. Hearing what was happening in the dining room was even more frightening than the night the tornado had struck.
The next day, Mother left. She said goodbye to her children; though Father had beat her up just last night, she knew he would never lay a hand on the children. She took only her belongings, for she didn’t care about what might be hers or what might be Father’s. The children were sad, but Mother’s gentle smile was enough to calm them. Father had awoken before she left, and not a word was exchanged between the two. Every time he saw her bruised and swollen face, he felt like and iron spike had been driven through his heart. The pain of guilt was too much for him, and he wept some more. The door closed behind her, and she was never seen again.
After that particularly trying ordeal, Father and his children remained in the apartment, though Father typically avoided the dining room and even his bedroom, for seeing the lack of Mother’s belongings brought the guilt back to ravage his mind. He spent most of his time drinking alcohol in the living room, watching television whenever he wasn’t working. His two children had grown up into very mature teenagers. Ryomi, the 16-year-old son, already had a job and took care of his sister, Cyan, who was 14 years old. Both of them were in high school and had great grades; Father couldn’t be more proud, though most of the time he was in a drunken slumber on the couch with potato chip crumbs scattered over his body.
Ryomi and Cyan took care of their father, but Ryomi was becoming more and more resentful towards him, for he remembered the night when Mother left. He didn’t understand things back then, but he was wise enough to know now. The routine that had befallen him made him irascible, and he didn’t have too many friends at school. He preferred it that way. However, he longed for an escape from the monotony of his life. If only there was some way to break the bonds of reality and enter into a world of fantasy, he would be so happy.
Unfortunately, the unsuspecting fool did not know that there was, and that the energies that were ripping the universe apart at the seams were about to claim him.
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