Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except for those I invent. I am not, in any way, making any money with this story.
Bear with me please. I get a little long with the details, but they are essential to the story. I also changed a few things, but to quote an American president, "It's fiction, stupid!" Also, I've never been to the CN Tower and I don't know what it's like, but I have a lot of respect for it and Canada. I think it's a wonder anyone could build anything that tall. CANADA RULES!
California! Here I come! From right back where I started from! California, here I coooooome!
The song, long forgotten, came back as David came out of a outdoor electrical outlet, and gazed up at the Golden Gate Bridge. He had always like the color. International orange they called it. Once, long ago, when David had been a good little boy and hadn't killed anyone yet, he had wanted to paint his house international orange, but his dad forbade him.
He was in luck. A storm was in full swing above the bridge. David had been worried that he might have to find a storm several miles away. If he had to do that, he would waste a lot of energy, and the more energy he wasted, the weaker he would be.
Going through conductive material was always a nice experience. David had only did it once, when he decided to sleep in a bridge going across the Mississippi River, instead of an old car battery. He didn't do it again because it took up too much energy, even for a kid made up of 500 trillion watts.
It was simple getting up onto the Golden Gate. There were plenty of lights to chose from. He chose one in the exact center of the bridge. Now, to spread out into the whole structure…good, now breathe in…out…in…out…getting off the subject a bit here…
He had never been inside a suspension bridge before. It was very exciting, and he took the opportunity to study the bridge. He found a lot of flaws, so he took a minute to send an e-mail to whoever maintained the bridge. He thought that was really cool, sending an e-mail from inside a world-famous bridge…
OK, now we just make the whole bridge positively charged…
Suddenly, blue-white lightning bolts leapt out from on the towers and skittered across the other tower. The paint vaporized, revealing slightly rusted steel. David sent another e-mail about this. Then he set about correcting the unbalanced ion content of the towers.
But it was too late now. A super bolt of lightening burst forth from the sky, splitting in two and touching both suspension towers. All of the paint on the bridge disappeared, and for several hours afterward the air smelled really bad for a few miles around.
Lightning's made up of negatively charged particles coming from the base of the cloud and connecting with something. Positive particles go streaming up the channel, heating up to five times the temperature of the sun's surface, causing the flash, and boom heard as thunder.
Here I go! Up into the cloud, wow, what a flash! Ow, what loud thunder! David had never been inside a cloud before. It was most interesting. But, whoa, cool! It was fun going from cloud to cloud!
David thought it must have been a big surprise for those poor people in Salt Lake City. They were all having a nice, quiet night, and suddenly, a tiny little cloud lights up and a super bolt of lightning jumps across the sky. All the animals and car alarms in the city howled for a half-hour.
And off he went. He was already past Utah and crossing Colorado. Northeast, passing over Nebraska and Wisconsin, over the border, east over Ontario…
There it was. The CN Tower, just as dark as before. The choppers were gone now. No doubt the authorities had called them off. He would bet money that every meteorologist in North America was screaming about a huge unexplained electrical storm racing from San Francisco to Toronto in five minutes. Well, it would disappear soon enough.
Lightning filled the sky over the CN Tower. The thunder was almost constant. The entire sky was so bright that the Tower didn't even cast a shadow. Then suddenly, a huge flash, and a sword of static electricity sliced through the air. It was as wide as the CN Tower itself, and as it ripped down the side, all the windows in the Sky Pod burst outward, as if trying to escape the dazzlingly white blade. The shards surrounded the Tower like a sharp mist, and then the glass cut through everything and everybody, 1400 feet below.
The bolt lasted for 12 seconds, then just ended. Radios in a circle three hundred miles were knocked out, magnets for two hundred miles around fell of the refrigerators, and the shock wave was felt in the whole of Canada.
"Hello, this is Channel Four News. Please excuse the screaming, it's just our weatherman. A giant bolt of lightning has just struck the CN Tower, where a hostage situation is taking place right now. Estimates are ranging from 100 billion to 900 trillion watts have just been released into the ground through the Tower. It was so powerful reports of earthquakes were reported from the Yukon immediately following the blast. There appears to be no damage to the Tower except all the windows in the Tower have shattered. Policemen are evacuating the area now, with some severely injured police and civilians, who were caught by the shower of glass coming from a height of 1,109 feet and above.
"In related news another freak lightning strike hit the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco less then ten minutes ago. Lightning bolts came out of the south suspension tower, striking the north tower, and then a bigger lightning bolt just as big as the one that just hit the CN Tower connected with the towers. Just then, a giant electrical storm was detected, which raced over the US into Canada. When the lightning bolt hit the CN Tower, it immediately disappeared."
So, this was the inside of the CN Tower, Canada's pride and joy. Even with all the windows blown out, it was…okay. A wind was blowing through, and it was a little chilly.
"It's your own fault," he said to himself. Blowing out all the windows wasn't going to earn praise from anybody. Oh well. Time to go rescue people.
He started looking around. It seemed that all the people who had been here had left in a hurry. Some people even left their coats. There was food on the plates, some on the floor, and a few broken glasses. David found the kitchen and looked inside. Some of the burners were going, and a pan was sitting on one of them looking like some water had been in there, but had boiled away. He smelled something burning. But he didn't have time to look after an abandoned kitchen. He began to look elsewhere.
More shattered dishes, more forgotten items, a purse there, a wallet there, even a credit card lying on the floor next to the cash register. Up turned chairs, a few light fixtures pulled from the ceiling. Now this was weird, a plastic chair melted on the floor. It was still smoldering, and the smell was disgusting.
Obviously he was responsible for this. He was on the top level, and the temperature had probably risen to thousands if not millions of degrees. He paused for a moment. What if everybody had been cooked? Quickly he searched the rest of the floor, finding more burnt plastic and a few blackened wooden chairs. But no one was on this floor. He found the stairway and started down, his footsteps echoing loudly in the metal staircase. He came to a door and paused, taking a deep breath, prepared to defend himself, and pushed it open.