A lone candle flickered in the dark room. Under the blankets lay a frail old merb his coughs shaking his thin frame. "father are you in here?" asked a young stork as he tenderly turns on the lights. "No…" cried the old merb " You cant see me this way ………the merbian death flu has taken its toll." " father…" he said taking a step towards the bed. "STAY BACK SON." screamed the father in a horse voice. The boy though un faltered made his way towards the bed. He held up the candle to his beloved fathers face and chocked back the tears. Pale was his usually green face and large flakes fell off as he moved his head to look at his son. "Son I… would like to see day light one last time." so picking the old merb up out of the bed and into his arms he sat down on the window sill and opened the curtains. Bright sun shine flooded the room, the old merb grabbed his sons hand. " I only wish I could see it again he whispered. " no father don't say that you will recover!" though this is what he tried so hard to believe he knew it was untrue when the hand in his went limp and cold. Stork awoke with a jerk, these nightmares continued to occur time more and more recently. He itched at his arm small red lumps covered the green skin. "Hmm." he murmured "Odd." Panic had rose up his throat, heat flashes erupted before his eyes and he quickly ripped off his shirt. His head pounded against his temples he felt bile rise and quickly he forced it down. Feebly he stood up and clutching his head with one hand and then itching his arm as his way to pilot the condor. "Its my turn to play my music!" Finn roared "Your music is people screaming there lungs out!" Piper screamed. Stork growled quietly his head throbbing, threatining to burst from its confided space. He inched his way to the steering wheel feet shuffling scared that one quick move would rattle his aching brain. "Well hey STORK!" junko yelled over the intense screaming of the two quarlesome teens. Stork jumped pain rippled through his brain. He slowly turned to Junko eye twitching angrily. "G-good morning Junko." he whispered out. Suddenly a blast of rythm pounded the condor shaking it in its spot. Finns music. Down with the sickness rocketed through the speakers.
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness
You mother get up, Come on get down with the sickness
You fker get up, Come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
Stork clucthed the controls his black nails digging into the leather holester. He felt ill his rash had grown steadily worse and it burnt more then itched now. His heat flashes were coming in horrid bursts when dizzyness would over come him and sweat would seep from all pores. His migrane made him sick to his stomach he felt it twisting and chruning inside of him. Stork felt his knees buckle the least he could do was hold himself up using the condors steering wheel for support. Suddenly an alarm went off. "Its cyclonians!" Arreow Yelled haistly " All of you Get to the skimmers, Stork stay here and piolt the condor and fire the guns we cant take any damage with the eruption crystal on board." Stork moaned quietly and braced the giant air ship.