Twister: Chasing the Storm
A/N: Hi, guys. So I wrote this some time ago and decided to post it for you to keep you happy until I can post something else or finally get back to working on Season 4 of Supernatural. I had intended to do a series of Twister stories, but I fizzled out after finishing this one. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy this, and I did censor out the worst of the swear words. Read, review, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Twister. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.
PROLOGUE: A CHANGE OF FATE
"For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for?"
Romans 8:24
Wakita, Oklahoma
June 2, 1969…
A storm was raging over most of Kingfisher county, and in one of the farm houses, a man poured himself some coffee in the kitchen before heading into the living room, where the black/white TV was on the weather and there was a tornado warning flashing across the screen.
`"…by radar now. There it is. The center of the circle over Kingfisher county, moving northeastward….a little bit earlier….tornado warning continues now, it's been extended officially…"`
Upstairs in a bedroom, five-year-old Jo was sleeping in her bed with the family dog, Toby, sleeping at her feet. A loud crash of thunder woke her up, and she was sitting up when her mother hurried into the bedroom.
"Jo? Common'," she said, doing her best to remain calm, but it was clear that she was on the verge of a panic attack as she scooped her daughter out of the bed, along with her Raggedy Ann doll.
"What is it, Mommy?" Jo asked.
Her mom didn't know how to answer the question since there wasn't that much time to get out of the house. "Common' sweetie, let's get up. Common'. It's okay." She carried her daughter out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Toby was left on the bed. "It's okay."
Halfway down the stairs, Father met them, carrying a blanket. "We need to get down to the storm cellar right now," he said as he hurried them down the stairs and toward the front door. "TV says it's big. Might be an F5."
His wife nodded. "Okay, we're going to the storm cellar."
Jo, however, realized that their dog wasn't with them. "Toby?" she called out as they headed outside.
They run out of the house, where things were exploding because of the lightning, and items were falling all around them.
"Hurry, we've got to move!" he called out, grabbing his daughter. "Hand her to me! Common', let's move!"
The mother gave Jo to the father, and they kept running. Eventually they got to the storm cellar, which was a door in the ground.
Back inside the house, Toby ran downstairs, passing the TV where the weather man was instructing people to either hide in their cellar or basement, or in the center of the house if they didn't have either to hide in, and out of the house.
Jo's mother cringed as the lightning destroyed things around them. "AHHH! We're almost there, we're almost there!"
"Take her, take her!" Jo's father shouted, handing her back to her mouther. "I gotta get the door! Hurry! Let's go!" He pried open the storm cellar door, and they get inside, where he slammed the door and closed the latch. Unaware that Toby had just ran up and was pawing at the door, trying to get inside.
Jo, however, knew that their dog was still out there with the incoming tornado. "Daddy, daddy, Toby's still outside!"
Her father unlatched the door and opened it. "Common' Toby, common' boy!" Toby jumped inside, and he shut the door once again, latching it.
Jo scooped the small dog into her arms. "It's okay, Toby."
Her mother lighted a kerosene lamp and they sat on a wooden bench together, waiting for the tornado to pass. Suddenly, the door began shaking violently, and there was a loud roaring, like a freight train nearby.
"Daddy!" Jo whimpered as debris flew past the window above their heads.
"Grab Jo, honey!" her father ordered before climbing up the stairs and he pulled the handle toward him in order to keep the door closed. "Take Jo!"
Jo was whimpering as her mother held her, watching fearfully as the door kept shaking, and it was clear that the tornado had stalled nearby. Her father grunted as it became harder and harder for him to keep the door shut. Harder.
"I can't hold it! DEAR GOD!" he shouted, clinging to the handle as the door kept shaking and the hinges and latch were starting to break loose. "OH, GOD!I CAN'T HOLD IT DOWN! AHHHHHHHH!" And he screamed as the door was ripped free by the tornado, taking him with it. Screaming, he disappeared into the twister.
Jo and her mother were screaming in horror. Pulling free of her mother's arms, Jo ran forward to the doorway flailing her arms at the now open doorway. "DADDY! MY DADDYYYYY!"
However, her mother pulled her back, and held onto her tightly, as the twister disappeared into the night.
The next morning, Jo and her mother climbed out of the storm shelter with Toby running ahead, and they stared at the devastation left behind by the tornado, which included the barn and the house. Their neighbors came out of hiding to help them search for anything that might've survived, and it wasn't long before the body of Jo's father was found ten miles away.
He had been found in a ditch, still holding onto the door, and Jo made herself a vow then and there, that she would chase after tornados and make sure that no one else had to go through what she went through. She was going to save lives.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this until next time. R&R everyone!