Did you know... This was supposed to be the first chapter of this story? I never finished it, and I don't know why. So I will now. :D
I'm sorry it took so long... I was a bit on the busy side. It happens. :)
Inspired by:when I was 12 years old, I was obsessed with tornados and wanted to become a storm chaser, even though those things never appear in the Netherlands. Very odd.
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"A storm chaser?"
Krauser nodded happily. "A storm chaser."
Krauser, Wesker and HUNK were sitting in Wesker's office, drinking coffee and talking about whatever came to their minds. Krauser had not said a lot up until now, but when the subject of 'the past' was brought up, he too felt the need to share.
"But... Why?"
Krauser shrugged and scratched his throat, indicating a long story would follow. "When I was six I wanted to become a police car, but my mother told me that wasn't a real job." Krauser told his comrades. "Then, when I was eight, I decided I would be a ballerina, but my mother told me I wasn't allowed to wear skirts in public.... Then when I was twelve I wanted to be a vulcanologist, but I changed my mind after finding out that doesn't mean you can actually enter a volcano." Krauser pouted. "So then I decided to become a storm chaser."
HUNK was sitting in the window, his feet hanging on the outside. He turned his head around. "But you're not a storm chaser."
Krauser shook his head. "I am aware of that... But they said there might be a tornado here soon, so I thought, why not give it a try?"
"Eh, and how exactly did you plan on... doing this thing?" HUNK asked.
"On Trekkie, obviously."
Trekkie is Krauser's tractor. It's a rather large black tractor that can carry up to four people at the same time. Krauser rides the thing because a few years ago his driver's license was taken away, and riding a tractor was, according to Jack anyway, the best alternative.
"But Jack, no tractor on this planet is fast enough to chase a tornado." Wesker's voice came out of the blue. HUNK and Jack thought the man had been asleep for most of time, but apparently they were wrong. "So even if you try, you will fail."
"No, no!" Krauser replied. "I will place Trekkie in front of the storm, so it comes to me!"
HUNK tried to do a back-flip back inside but failed, thus landing on his head with his feet in the air. "Jack, even if that were remotely possible, you would very probably be blown off of the thing." He muttered from his place on the ground. "Ouchie."
"No, I will tie myself to Trekkie."
"Then you'll get injured by pieces of wood flying by... Or worse, cows." Wesker smirked, for some reason that seemed like a very funny sight to him. "On the other hand, maybe that wouldn't matter, since you already have a damaged brain anyway."
Krauser heaved a sigh and got up from his chair. "If you don't believe me, fine. But I will try! And if I succeed, and end up in the middle of the storm, don't come running to me saying 'Krauser, you were right'!" And with those words Krauser walked out of the office and stalked away.
"If that happens... There won't be much of Krauser left, now will there?" HUNK asked while still on the ground.
Wesker snickered. "Perhaps not, but it'll be nice to see him try... After all, how big are the odds that he will actually encounter a tornado anyway?"
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The following three days were spent by making preparations. Krauser gave Trekkie seatbelts and he made the tractor heavier by super-glueing rocks and pieces of wood to it. A few times someone would walk by and make a comment at Krauser not being very good at decorating, but our favourite beret-wearing-bastard didn't care. He wanted to fulfill his dream. He wanted to see a tornado, and, if the odds weren't against him for once, end up right in the middle of one.
Wesker and HUNK watched Krauser do his thing in silence. They didn't fear for their comrade's safety as the weather had been calm all week and there were no warnings given during the weather-reports on tv. It was actually quite enjoyable to watch the blond man fuzzing around his tractor. At least it kept him quiet.
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A loud noise awoke Krauser from his slumber. He sat up straight and wiped away the little trail of drool covering his cheek. A bit groggily he wondered where he was, and what that sound was supposed to mean.
He quickly realised he was still at work and that he had fallen asleep while trying to file a report. He also realised that sound reminded him of something from his childhood, so he stood up and walked to Wesker's office.
"Sir, what's that sound?" Krauser stepped into the office and glanced at Wesker, who appeared to be looking at something outside. "It sounds so familiar."
"It's the weather-alarm, Jack. It appears there is a storm approaching." Wesker stated absent-mindedly while never taking his eyes off the trees outside. They were swaying dangerously as the wind kept pulling them. Wesker thought it was a rather calming thing to look at.
HUNK entered the office too, looking slightly bewildered. "A tornado! It might be coming! We have to go!" He waved his gas mask in the air and gestured they had to follow him. "They say it could become a big one!"
In the meanwhile the gears in Krauser's head started turning. He suddenly remembered why that sound was so familiar, and he began to jump up and down. "Now's my chance, my chance is now!" Krauser yelled before heading outside.
When the man reached Trekkie he opened a strange, cube-shaped case and grabbed the item inside of it. It was a helmet. He took off his beret and grabbed the tape that was in the case as well. Happily he taped his beret to his helmet before putting it on his head. Safety first, and what on earth could be safer than a helmet?
Well, I bet you could think of many things, but we're talking about Krauser here, okay...
He climbed onto the tractor and strapped himself in. Then he started the gigantic vehicle and prepared for what was coming. Just as he was about to ride away he heard someone shout.
He turned off the ignition and waited for this person to arrive.
A few seconds later Wesker appeared in front of him with a smug smile on his face. "Krauser, you should go that way." Wesker pointed at where a thunderstorm appeared to be causing havoc. "If it starts to hail or rain, it means you are on the right track."
"No, wait!" HUNK yelled. "You can't go Jack, it's dangerous!" A strong gust of wind almost blew the quiet agent off of his feet. "Please Jack, come down, we'll go sit in a basement and drink beer!"
"Scared of a little wind, Mr. Never Killed?" Wesker taunted his employee. "You know what? I'm feeling good today, I'm going with Jack."
"What? No sir, you can't! We have to sit this one out, a tornado can be a lot more dangerous than you think!"
Wesker wasn't paying attention to HUNK as he climbed the tractor as well. He sat down next to Jack and smirked at his employee that was still standing on the safety we like to call Planet Earth. "HUNK, if you're not coming, you might as well go back inside."
Krauser stared at his comrade and smiled. "Come on man, it could be fun."
"No thanks, I'm not suicidal." HUNK sneered. "If you are, Jack, then come down and we'll talk about it." That almost sounded like a plea.
Jack shook his head and stared at the sky as his blood raced through his veins with the speed of at least one thousand tractors combined. "We have to go." He saluted HUNK as he started the engine again. "Stay safe, comrade."
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"You know Jack, had we been going the opposite way, we would've gone a lot faster." Wesker said as he shielded his sunglasses from the downpour.
Both men were soaking wet by now, and every once in a while Trekkie would almost come to a halt because the wind was too strong to go any further. But no wind, no tractor, no hail or rain would stop Jack from fulfilling his dream. He wanted to see a tornado, and quickly.
"Jack." Wesker coughed. "Holy hell, I swallowed a fly!"
"Well, as long as it isn't a cow..." Jack muttered, sounding tired. "Now where is it? We've been on the road for hours now, I want to see something cool."
"Maybe we missed it already, I mean, those things are powerful, but they don't last very long."
Jack cringed. "That's what she said."
Wesker snickered. "I do hope HUNK is okay..."
== Meanwhile ==
"Ohai there, strangah! Sure is windy, right?" Joey smirked and tried to remain on two feet. "Where'd the other strangahs go? I swear, I saw 'em leave on a friggin' tractor!"
HUNK sighed. "They did, they want to enter the tornado."
"What?"
"Enter the tornado..." HUNK repeated himself, wondering how much longer it would take before the tornado would reach the office.
Joey appeared to think for a moment, an absent-minded look plastered on her face. A bit annoyed she brushed a bright strand of hair from her forehead. "Hmmm... Enter a tornado? That's a great idea! We should go too!"
"I highly doubt it, Miss Merchant." Came HUNK's dry reply. He stepped into the ladies' direction as she seemed like she would fall over soon. "We should get inside."
"Tee-hee."
"What?"
"Nothing, strangah!" Joey looked behind her and witnessed a strange thing about a mile away from them. "Oh my Ganados, there it is! We should go take a closer look!"
HUNK turned to see what she was looking at and shook his head. "Oh no, we won't." He grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her with him. "We're going to the basement, whether you like it or not."
"What are we gonna do in there, then?" Joey dared to ask. "Will we be..."
HUNK cursed himself, leaving her outside would make his life so much easier. "Will we what?!"
Joey giggled again. "Will we be... dancing?"
A grunt and a harsh tug on her arm were the answer. A very clear answer, to Joey. "Come with me, miss... To the basement. And I swear, if you keep talking like you always do, I will gag you!"
"No, you wouldn't." Joey replied while rolling her eyes.
"I wouldn't be too sure if I were you..."
== Back to business ==
"It's here! It's closing in!" Jack was yelling as loudly as he could, but Wesker didn't hear him. The wind blew away every single word they tried to utter. It also almost blew their eyes out, but luckily they were now both wearing some kind of protection. Wesker was still wearing his trademark sunglasses, and Jack had secretly stolen HUNK's goggles. Jack prided himself in it, because they did come in handy.
"Whaaaaaaatttt?!" Wesker yelled back. He frowned as he swallowed another fly. "Hnnn, meat."
"Eep! It's so strong!" Jack raised his hands in order to protect his nuts from the flying objects. "This is so cool! Magnificent! Beautiful! Brilliant! Sheer power! Witness the power!"
Even Wesker was enjoying himself. He liked the feeling of a breeze blowing his hair aside, so this was even better. He had not seen any flying cows yet, and so far, the tornado appeared to do less damage than he initially expected it to do.
Sadly for both Jack and Wesker, the tornado was too strong for Trekkie, so the tractor suddenly started going the opposite way, which would've been backwards. With the rain beating down on them, blurring everything, Krauser couldn't find the key to restart Trekkie, so they just had to wait it out this time.
As you may know, as suddenly as a tornado can appear, as suddenly it can disappear again too. Pretty quickly after getting caught inside of a tornado, it was quiet around our favourite mutants again. A bit shaky they both sighed in unison.
"Hey Krauser, are you dead?"
Krauser nodded. "Ja, man."
"So am I." Wesker smirked and punched his friend's shoulder. "Let's go back, see if the people at the office are still alive."
"I think only HUNK and Joey were still there. HUNK went to the basement, and Joey said she liked stormy days, because they reminded her of her time as a florist."
Wesker raised an eyebrow. "I don't see the logic in that."
"Neither do I, but I'll just take her word on it." Jack finally found the key, which was in his pocket, and he restarted Trekkie. "Now let's get home."
== 'Home' ==
Joey and HUNK quickly left the office after the tornado had disappeared. It was still raining pretty badly, but at least the risk of being blown off their feet had subsided.
HUNK quickly scanned the area and let out a sigh of relief. The damage was minimal, apparently the tornado had not been that strong after all. The damage to his ears was a lot worse, so he noticed. And for some reason, it didn't stop there, because she just wouldn't shut up.
"It's good to know we're still alive, isn't it?" Joey rambled. "Not that I thought we were going to die, or anything! Hah! Of course not! I'm not afraid of tornadoes whatsoever!"
Suddenly something fell from the sky, and Joey screamed with a volume yet unknow to mankind. "Oh my Gameboy!" She quickly hid behind HUNK, who didn't seem startled at all.
"Ehhh..." HUNK snickered. So that was what it took to shut her up? He made a mental note to himself.
"Is that a...?"
"It appears that way."
"Oh my Grapefruit..."
The thing that had fallen from the sky got back up on its feet. It stared at the special agent and former florist. "Moooo..."
Just then Trekkie was heard in the distance, and HUNK turned his gaze away from the animal. "Huh, they survived. Remarkable."
"Hunk?" Joey tugged his arm.
Krauser waved when he saw the two standing there. "Hi! It was so cool! You should've come! Wesker ate flies, and Trekkie went backwards without my permission!" He then saw the animal. "Holy cow!"
"Mooo..." Was the cow's reply. It started to sniff Joey and HUNK.
"Hu-uuuunk..." Joey muttered, trying to get away from the cow. She tugged his arm again. "HUNK!"
"What is it?"
"I hate cows!"
HUNK turned to the cow and frowned. He then turned to the woman and smirked. There was fear in her eyes, no doubt about it. And though he almost felt bad about doing it, he turned to Wesker. "Sir? Can we keep the cow?"
"Noooooo..." Joey muttered quietly. "No cows, please..." She started to walk away from the cow and the agent, hoping Krauser would make her feel safer than the quiet TMP-abuser. "No cows, right Jack?"
Jack snickered. "Not my decision."
A bit annoyed the girl climbed on Jack's back, who was tall enough to protect her from the evil, mooing creature.
"Well?" HUNK stifled a laugh. "Can we keep it?"
Wesker nodded. "Sure, we'll call it Mr. C."
"I think it's a girl, sir." HUNK replied dryly.
"We'll still call it Mr. C!" Wesker sneered with his cat Mr. T in mind. "Now people, get back to work!"
And that they did.
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Well, I did update! :D XD I have another 'first chapter' around somewhere... That one might be finished someday too.
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