Hey everyone, this is a song fiction and my first at that. Try to enjoy, the first chapter is rather rough.**Disclaimer: I do not own 'Lullaby for a Stormy Night' by Vienna Teng or the 'Death Note' T.V. series.**
Shinigami and Seikatsu: Venom
Prologue: Lullaby for a Stormy Night
The storm raged on out of control just beyond the cement walls of a basement in Orlando, Florida. A massive funnel of wind, rain, thunder and lightning brewed on outside. The dark stormy clouds reached on for miles on end. Winds blew out of control and rain slammed itself against the walls of the basement. Yet another hurricane had reached the Florida coast line.
Inside the creaky old basement were four soggy mattresses. The floor was like a puddle of muddy water, causing an earthy smell to arise. Families crowded on the mattresses, huddling to keep warm as they waited out the storm. In the corner farthest from the door, on the soggiest mattress, a mother huddled her four year old child.
The young child, Quill as they called him, buried his face into his mother's shoulder in attempt to hide his fear and tears. His mother softly stroke his head, her comforting touch quieted the sobs of young Quill. His noisy cry, that was keeping the others from any much needed sleep, softened to a mere whisper. His mother pulled him closer to her.
"Can you sing mommy?" He whispered in between the whimpers, "Please? Sing the song of storms."
His mother smiled down on him, her confidence kept a spark of hope lit. Slowly, his mother began to hum, gathering the tune of the lullaby. "Little child, be not afraid. The rain pounds hard against the glass, like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger. I am here tonight," His mother sang softly. Her comforting melodic tone caught the attention of some closest to the mattress on which her and her son huddled. The rain pounded harder against the glass window as in sheets, as if following the song.
"Little child, be not afraid. Though thunder explodes and lightning flash illuminates your tear stained face, I am here tonight," The thunder crackled at Quill's mother's pause. She took another deep breath and began again. More people were listening now.
"And someday you'll know, that nature is so. The same rain that draws you near me falls on rivers and land, in forests and sands. Makes the beautiful world that you see in the morning," A slight humming arose in the background of the mother's voice. The rain and howling winds lightened up softer then before.
"Little child, be not afraid. Though storm clouds mask your beloved moon and its candlelight beam, still keep pleasant dreams. I am here tonight," His mother went on. By that time young Quill had fallen asleep. The storm let up, and the radio on the other side of the room crackled claiming the eye of the hurricane was passing over Orlando.
"Little child, be not afraid. Though wind makes creatures of our trees, and their branch branches to hands. They're not real, understand? And I am here tonight," Her voice passed over the entirely silent room. Her voice was like that of an angel and secretively seduced the strangers in the room. Winds outside picked up; the eye had finished passing over.
"For you know, once even I was little child, and I was afraid, but a gentle someone always came to dry all my tears, trade sweet sleep for fears, and to give a kiss goodnight," Gently, holding the tiny Quill, the mother kissed his forehead seeing him in a sweet sleep. A sudden pounding of sleet like rain shot across the basement ceiling and Quill opened his eyes frightfully.
"Well now I am grown, and these years have shown that rain's a part of how life goes, but it's dark and it's late. So I'll hold you and wait, till your frightened eyes do close, and I hope that you'll know," The mother brushed a velvet finger over Quill's eyes. He closed them tiredly, unwilling to sleep before the lullaby was over. The crowd of strangers listened intently through the now ever strong rain and wind.
"That nature is so. The same rain that draws you near me falls on rivers and land, in forests and sands. Makes the beautiful world that you see in the morning," Angelically, the mother's voice captured the child in a web of sleep, making everyone who listened just as drowsy. The worst of the hurricane was pushing over the basement as her voice echoed against the concrete slabs.
"Everything's fine in the morning. The rain will be gone in the morning, but I'll still be here in the morning," Quill's mother finished with a gentle, sleepy sigh. If her audience were awake, a proper clap would be due, but her son, as well as complete strangers, had fallen into a sweet sleep during the lullaby. Contently, the mother smiled. She laid back against the sogginess of the makeshift bed with Quill lying on top of her, free of the dampening mattress. To the rumbling of thunder, the flashes of lightning, the howling of wind, and the beating of rain, the kind mother fell asleep.