*Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, save for Emma. Everything else belongs to the two people who actually created the stories.
Authors note* Not much of a summary, same story, but through the eyes of the character I made. Jeb/oc type of tale. Enjoy, I know I will :D
The force of the wind grew as I ran towards the house, gasping for air. I knew the storm was coming but had no idea it was so close; it was nearly upon me. As I threw open the door I searched desperately. "Where is my damn phone!" I choked, my neck burning from attempting to catch my breath. I had been in the barn when the storm hit, trying to set the animals free from any harm. Now I ran to my house intent on making sure my family was safe as well.
"There!" I jumped over the couch and ran for my cell phone, quickly dialing my cousin who was also my best friend to make sure she was alright.
"DG pick up the phone! Come on, please be ok" I begged. No one answered the call; I prayed everyone was in the cellar and safe, for now. Shoving the phone into my pocket I grabbed my keys and ran for my truck. I would be damned if I had to go through this alone. Again.
The wind howled, as I pushed my truck farther, the strength of the tornado threatening to tear it to pieces. I spared a quick glance in my rearview mirror and gasped at the sight reflecting back at me. A large, grey, tornado twisted and spun itself closer to me. I began to curse with a passion as my truck was again pushed into a furry of speed. After what seemed like forever I jerked my truck to a stop and ran for DG's house.
"DG! Emily! Hank!" I shouted as I barged through the door. I stopped as soon as my eyes fully witnessed the scene playing out before me. Men in long black coats, wielding guns, were attacking Hank and his family. They were ugly brutes. Some had greasy hair; the others had snarls permanently painted on their faces. The beasts stopped for mere seconds as they glared at me. I didn't even have time to form a coherent thought before I found myself plowing into the nearest attacker. I let out a fierce yell as I thrust my fists into his face repeatedly, never relenting. I could hear gunfire go off but I didn't risk the chance of looking up, lest the man beneath me fought back. I faintly heard Hank yell for DG to run.
"Emma!" Shouted Emily, beckoning me to run upstairs with her. I looked up towards the woman who was coming close to being called my own mother, eyes wide with the combination of fear and adrenaline. I rose, preparing myself to flee, knowing that I couldn't defeat them all. Before I took a step, one of the men delivered a bone-breaking punch into my stomach. Doubling over in pain, my eyes filled with tears. For what seemed like an eternity all I could hear was my heartbeat, when the pain had subsided I could hear my name being shouted. Trying to breathe, but feeling my lungs cramp in protest, I ran to where I last heard my name being screamed. When I reached the stairs DG's arms found their way to my neck and she squeezed tightly.
"Emma, are you alright?" DG questioned.
Mustering all the strength I could, I quickly nodded. Both DG and Emily grabbed onto me as they pulled me up the stairs, Hank following closely behind them.
As we reached the top of the stairs, we all grabbed the dresser and shoved it down to the door, blocking the path of our attackers. I slowly leaned against the wall, barely listening to what DG's parents were telling her. The remaining pain in my stomach began to make me feel nauseas. There wasn't any time for me to fully regain myself as Emily ran to me and pulled on my hand.
"Honey, we need to go. Follow us and you'll be alright." Hank screamed to me. The tornado was in full force now and it was inches away from the house. The walls shook and the lights blew out. Everyone was engulfed in darkness. The sound of metal ripping, and wood busting was loud enough to make my ears pop. I looked over at DG and noticed her shocked and scared face. No doubt my face resembled that of DG's.
Without anytime being spared, Hank and Emily were shoving DG and I onto the roof, giving us explanations and directions. Hank yelled for us to jump into the tornado.
"Hank, why on Earth would we do that?" I hollered, my voice barely audible now as we inched closer to what I knew was our deaths.
As we got closer I could barely hear them over the loudness of the wind. I became frightened as they continued to push us towards the tornado. Why would they willingly push their daughter and niece out to their deaths? I saw DG's parents reach over and give her a hug With one last glance behind me I fell into the darkness of the wind.
It twisted my body and pulled at my limbs. I couldn't breathe I was so lost in oblivion. My name, my home, even my parents were nothing but information lodged into the back of my head. The one thought that I was able to bring forth was that I was most likely not going to live through this. I sent a prayer to the Heavens before blackness took me and I was enveloped in coldness.
