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RATED: T


Twister
070. Storm
by Fiyero Oberon

"Oh, dear Unnamed God, save me from this impending disaster."

Nessarose's cherry lips formed prayers that were unheard over the screams of the storm. The Munchkinlanders had scurried into their houses as soon as the winds became unnaturally heavy, leaving her standing in the streets, alone. The table of awards had gone crashing to the ground, the assorted colors of ribbons blowing everywhere, the trophies snapped in two, the plaques scattered on the ground.

Nessarose struggled to stand, willing the enchanted shoes to help her. The storm was too strong even for Glinda's magic and the winds quickly knocked her over, sending her sprawling on the ground.

"I love the Unnamed God with all of my heart, with all my body, with all of my mind, with all of my soul, with all of my spirit, with all of my strength, with all of my…"

Nessarose trailed off at the sight of a crudely-built wooden house, gray and plain, spinning through the sky. It was barely visible in the center of the whirling vortex, but it was there none the less and it was lowering.

The winds were ceasing and the giant black clouds were fading, the dark funnel shrinking away; but the house was dangerously close and Nessarose somehow knew what was going to happen. She squeezed her eyes shut and her mouth moved faster than ever, praying faster than she had ever before:

"I love the Unnamed God with all of my heart, with all of my body, with all of my mind, with all of my soul, with all of my spirit, with all of my strength, with all of my–"

Nessarose was cut off as the house dropped on her fallen body, crushing her bones.