The Storm
The rain is cold.
A dripping coldwet why can I not it is not my fault rain. The backyard is dark dark dark--
"But I don't love you"
But... That. She has to why can he not with all but she cannot willnot why not. There are streams of water running down his face. His hair is wet, clothes are wet. The cold can't touch him.
The sky is wet--big cold wet drops--
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He was falling. Caught in a spiral, the whirlpool, round and round unable to free himself only spinning deeper and deeper faster and faster to the depths, which he could not, but--
Shelley
--With a vicious snarl, he swung the tire iron in his hands. He had a tire iron in his hand. The door to the shed swung in the wind--bang!--bang!--bangbang!--Again, he swung at the tree. It felt good, the chips of bark flying in the wind and the cold water it felt good the numbing cold no thinking or feeling or Shelley or anything.
Yes, cold. The tire iron--bang!--and the tree and the rain. His fingers are red from cold and the knuckles white. The colors of her hair and fleshNONONOcannot think consider ponder--but without it there will be no--bangbang!--restoration no simple--He has not stopped swinging the tire iron at the tree.
His breath--bang!--heaved and burned in his chest. His skin--bang!--was cold and wet. Warm little trickles of blood dripped from between his fingers from clenching the tire iron too tightly--tire iron? Shivering, he--bang!--looked up at the sky, a few words from a play flicking across his mind.
"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts"--bangbang!--"and hurricanoes, spout till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!"
Pausing for a moment, unable to--bang!--recall further, he chuckled, glancing up at the sky.
"Now that my strength is gone, now you chill my skin with your winds, and burn my body with your lightning! I once could"--bang!--"have torn you apart with my bare hands, commanded your thunder, and reigned your wind, oh but now, now! Now, you unleash your fury upon me."
Shaking the tire iron in fury at the blackness hiding the sky, he grinned evilly.
"Oh, but you are still impotent"--bangbang!--"are you not? You cannot exact vengeance, merely let fall your wind and rain as it does on every other man. I did not give you my heart, offer you all my kingdoms, all I have rests not on you! You can harm me no"--bang!--"more than she has already. A little girl surpassing the storm!"
Freezing for a moment, Elan stumbled--bang!--backwards in horror, resting against the abused bark of the tree. Ordinary and just a man in the why can you not why not I do not love you rain.
"But do not so! Can you not acknowledge what I once was? Can you not treat me with deference"--bang!--
Turning to the shed door, he screamed at the sheet of metal, before returning his gaze to the sky.
"Be fucking silent!"
"--or at least spit down your fire as an enemy? I cannot stand this wretched, cold indifference!"
He snarled viciously before falling to his knees.
"Well, fuck you!"
Throwing the bloody tire-iron aside, he crumpled--bang!--down and wept like a broken-hearted child. He had been abandoned by everything and there was no way out. Nothing, but a descent into oblivion. Without her affection, he could not escape this--bangbang!--horrible limbo, and... he never would.
Never.
The cold rain continued to fall from the wet blackness above.