Wanda
The Wind blew so hard and the tree branches began to fight amongst each other. The trees swayed back and forth violently, almost bending to the point of breaking. The Sky's thunderous voice yelled at them to cease their bickering. The trees still pushed and shoved each other despite the Sky. Tears fell from the gray Sky and quick flashes of disciplinary light. The Sky rumbled and the Earth shook feverishly.
The Sky metamorphosed from gray to a sickly pallor. Tear drops began falling, falling, falling so fast; the difference between each tear was blurred. Against the Sky, the trees looked like mere, lifeless silhouettes. The trees thinking that they were strong, but soon found their thinking challenged and proven false by the elements. The elements banded together and formed one sole significant force: the Storm. It was a storm of thunder, lightening, and rain.
My midnight black Corvette roared down the old, winding road. The storm had subsided as quickly as it came. I cranked up the radio as soon as I heard the first electric guitar riffs of Linkin Park's "One Step Closer." Taking sharp corners at illegal speeds, I glanced at the side mirror and smoothed parts of my newly dyed black hair. My pale face accented with high cheekbones. My purple eyes were painstakingly covered with dark eye makeup.
I pulled into an empty parking lot. The Sky was brightly lit by millions of tiny stars and a full moon. My Felix watch read 2:45 a.m. We were supposed to meet in the eternal night, but I was fifteen minutes late. In the center of the beach, two tall women in dark robes who wore faces of utter annoyance greeted me. I knew they were going to be furious, but I wasn't prepared for the looks they were giving me then. I stood there rubbing the back of my neck. I knew they were waiting for an apology of some form.
Ever since I was a child I was always considered a little weird. When I moved here and began high school my peers still perceived me as strange. Ha! If they only knew. There were two girls who accepted me. The three of us became so close, students started to refer to us as the 'Weird Sisters' and we were always a hot topic of conversation. I was dubbed their leader, and given a special nickname by fellow high school students. I was the Bitch. Before I met Trina and Victoria I was so sad, so terribly unhappy, but then with their aid I realized something. I realized that I wasn't of this earth.
"Where have you been?" Trina asked curtly. I shifted my standing position, clearly uncomfortable. I drew in an unnecessary breath and advanced to where Trina and Victoria stood. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a dream, my back to reality.
"Hecate has become cross with you, as have we." Victoria's emerald eyes glinted in the fair moonlight.
"My humblest apologies Sisters. I was appointed your leader and have not been fulfilling my duties. Again, I apologize. Sisters, you are as necessary to me as the very air I breathe. Forgive me, I beg of thee." Victoria and Trina turned to each other sharing hushed words and passing strange looks. Turning around as if they were on air, they sung their words in their usual, eerie voices.
"You are forgiven."
"Shall we begin?"
"Yes."
"With brave Macbeth." At my words, as if on cue, both smiled and laughed sadistically. I joined in.
The Wind blew so hard and the tree branches began to fight amongst each other. The trees swayed back and forth violently, almost bending to the point of breaking. The Sky's thunderous voice yelled at them to cease their bickering. The trees still pushed and shoved each other despite the Sky. Tears fell from the gray Sky and quick flashes of disciplinary light. The Sky rumbled and the Earth shook feverishly.
The Sky metamorphosed from gray to a sickly pallor. Tear drops began falling, falling, falling so fast; the difference between each tear was blurred. Against the Sky, the trees looked like mere, lifeless silhouettes. The trees thinking that they were strong, but soon found their thinking challenged and proven false by the elements. The elements banded together and formed one sole significant force: the Storm. It was a storm of thunder, lightening, and rain.
My midnight black Corvette roared down the old, winding road. The storm had subsided as quickly as it came. I cranked up the radio as soon as I heard the first electric guitar riffs of Linkin Park's "One Step Closer." Taking sharp corners at illegal speeds, I glanced at the side mirror and smoothed parts of my newly dyed black hair. My pale face accented with high cheekbones. My purple eyes were painstakingly covered with dark eye makeup.
I pulled into an empty parking lot. The Sky was brightly lit by millions of tiny stars and a full moon. My Felix watch read 2:45 a.m. We were supposed to meet in the eternal night, but I was fifteen minutes late. In the center of the beach, two tall women in dark robes who wore faces of utter annoyance greeted me. I knew they were going to be furious, but I wasn't prepared for the looks they were giving me then. I stood there rubbing the back of my neck. I knew they were waiting for an apology of some form.
Ever since I was a child I was always considered a little weird. When I moved here and began high school my peers still perceived me as strange. Ha! If they only knew. There were two girls who accepted me. The three of us became so close, students started to refer to us as the 'Weird Sisters' and we were always a hot topic of conversation. I was dubbed their leader, and given a special nickname by fellow high school students. I was the Bitch. Before I met Trina and Victoria I was so sad, so terribly unhappy, but then with their aid I realized something. I realized that I wasn't of this earth.
"Where have you been?" Trina asked curtly. I shifted my standing position, clearly uncomfortable. I drew in an unnecessary breath and advanced to where Trina and Victoria stood. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a dream, my back to reality.
"Hecate has become cross with you, as have we." Victoria's emerald eyes glinted in the fair moonlight.
"My humblest apologies Sisters. I was appointed your leader and have not been fulfilling my duties. Again, I apologize. Sisters, you are as necessary to me as the very air I breathe. Forgive me, I beg of thee." Victoria and Trina turned to each other sharing hushed words and passing strange looks. Turning around as if they were on air, they sung their words in their usual, eerie voices.
"You are forgiven."
"Shall we begin?"
"Yes."
"With brave Macbeth." At my words, as if on cue, both smiled and laughed sadistically. I joined in.