~So here's the thrid chapter (very fresh, I might add ^^) for your enjoyment. We're getting very close to the big Seth moment so tighten your seatbelts, laddies, because we're starting to pick up.
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So that's all folks, and remeber, I don't own nuthin'! ~Fluffy Nouget
When the Wind Blows
Chapter Two
Super Freak, Super Freak, Super Freakay!!
Three days ago I met my first local person in La Push. His name was Embry. He worked at the Stop n' Shop in town and chugged milk. He slightly scared me.
Two days ago my father and I attacked our new house with high spirits and tons of cleaning supplies. The dust bunnies were now extinct and everything smelt lemony fresh. Every room was organized and each piece of furniture was put in its proper place. My room was officially set up and the fridge was well stocked.
Yesterday, dad managed to fix all the maintenance-y stuff, as in leaking pipes, broken door hinges, and the usual exposed wire that could have caught everything on fire and burned Washington to the ground.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
I stood around all day and watched, putting in my two-cents when necessary which caused dad to groan and curse me to places that didn't sound very fun.
Which leads us to today.
My fourth day in fairy land and I already want to impale myself on a sharpened stick.
Now that sounds like fun.
When I woke up this morning and turned on the weather, the overly cheerful and slightly neurotic weather lady told me to expect a 60% percent chance of rain. Of course I ignored this because I already knew not to expect 60, but 100. It rained everyday.
All day.
All week.
Probably all month and all year, too.
So that's why I'm currently sitting on our front porch, legs crossed, leaned up against our house watching it rain. An hour ago I had attempted to watch TV, but the constant drumming of rain hitting the side of the house and windows was so annoying it made it impossible to hear anything.
Dad was inside, happy as a clam, re-arranging his book shelves and listening to the staticky radio. He grew up in this kind of environment so this must have been natural for him.
Me, not so much.
Standing, I stretched and gave a yawn – sleeping with constant rain was very hard. Weighing my options on what to do, I finally trudged inside and found our very small stash of umbrellas. Back in Hawaii we only owned one; we now own five.
Yay assimilation!
"Dad?" I yelled up the stairs, only to be greeted with an old static-crusted country tune.
"Dad!" I tried again, this time graced with the presence of his head peering over the railing.
"Yeah, honey?"
"I'm going to walk down to the beach. That okay?" He contemplated this for a few seconds.
"It's raining." I did a 'no duh!' gesture and he smiled.
"Take your phone and don't talk to any creepers."
"Jesus, dad, I'm seventeen, not seven. I won't talk to any creepers…unless they're very hot and offer me money." I gave a cheeky grin and dad rolled his eyes. He was just easy going like that, especially for a Colonel.
With my trusty umbrella and very outdated cell phone, I ventured out across the yard and onto the main road.
Well, the only road.
It cut right through the heart of La Push and kept going all the way to Forks. It was things like this that made me wonder how one could get lost in a tiny roadside town. There's one road, people. It's not exactly New York City.
I had been walking for about fifteen minutes and everything was dandy. My umbrella didn't leak, my phone didn't ring, and I was one with nature.
Not exactly because I glared at every piece of shrubbery I passed, but you get the picture. So there I was, walking down the street, minding my own business…
when all of a sudden a bear jumped out and attacked me!!!
Not really, but a raccoon did come barreling out of the under growth so fast it nearly gave me a heart attack. I didn't even hear the bushes rustling because I was so focused on walking, but now that you mention it, there was a creepy kind of feeling in the air.
The raccoon had completely vanished from my sight and the bushes were still rustling from where it had run out. Were there more of them?
I stopped walking and just stood there. The rain made a soft patter against my umbrella as I gave an involuntary shiver.
Was it just me or was it getting colder?
I looked around and only saw thick walls of greenery. If there was something—or someone—out there, I was an easy target. I took a few hesitant steps and continued on my way to the beach, the whole way wary of what was going on around me.
Ten minutes later I was still walking on the road and was very paranoid. Ever since the raccoon incident, I felt very odd being out in an open area. I had looked behind me many times and even heard some funny noises that I think I imagined. I was really starting to get weirded out. Straight in front of me was another stretch of open road and a bend I couldn't see around. I considered turning around and going back home until I noticed and opening in the trees.
It looked like a hiking trail.
I knew it probably wasn't a good idea, but it had to be better than walking out in the open, right?
Right?
I ducked under a low hanging branch and was immediately covered by a thick canopy of trees that shielded me from the rain. I gingerly shut my umbrella and looked around; the path was very distinct and looked very well used.
It looked safe.
It was safe.
I continued on my way, breathing in the moist cold air and looking through the hazy, filtered light. I hoped that the trail brought me out near the beach and didn't end up taking me to Canada or Oregon.
Now that would suck.
I was in the process of climbing over a fallen tree when a flash of color caught my eye. I knew it wasn't a small woodland creature because it was a very big flash and it didn't look cute. Instead, it was a large chunk of dark gray matted fur that caught my eye and made my breath momentarily stop. I just realized something.
I was out in the middle of the woods…alone…
With wild animals that had very sharp teeth and claws…
With wild animals that were probably hungry and wanted meat.
Fresh meat.
I tightened my grip on the umbrella and picked up my pace. I was probably no more than six steps away when another streak of color caught my eye. This one was black and looked menacing and had me thinking that I'd rather be looking for the Blair Witch than walking around with blood thirsty animals. Unconsciously, my legs moved faster and faster as I saw more and more glimpses of colors; silver, chocolate brown, a lighter gray, a rusty brown, and lastly, a dark sandy tan.
Before I knew it I was crashing through the trees and underbrush, jumping and dodging things left and right as was what ever was following me. I was officially freaked out now, but had enough common sense to run and not look back or scream. I took deep breaths and mentally thanked myself for being in top physical shape.
I've surfed all my life and am very proud of my speed and muscles, but not so much of my emotions or nerves.
I was sent spiraling through the weeds as a heart stopping howl erupted from somewhere around me and caused me to lose focus. I found myself flailing forwards but quickly caught myself as I did a tuck and roll; a basic army maneuver. I stumbled, but quickly regained control and almost gave a scream of victory as I finally pounded through a wall of trees and found myself on First Beach.
Hallejuah! I'm alive!
