Warning to Previous reading: Re-read the story if you haven't finished all first three chapters. I went back and combined the first two into one chapter and cut the third into two different chapters since it was so long. Sorry for the confusion, and there may be double post of the same text, just ignore them if it did occur.

Disclaimer: Warning! This chapter contains mild abusive language and slightly - medium amount of blood and gore. I recommend that you be at least 15 years old to read the following. If you are any younger please let a parental adviser read this chapter before you to make sure if you are able to continue in the mature developments that follow. From now on I'll make this announcement "Warning Mature Content!" if there is any adult content in the following Chapters. I'll announce now that I will try to refrain from any violet language and any gore will be kept to a minimum, take note that it will be kept to a minimum but not entirely took out. No sexual scenes will appear in this writing but sexual comments (gender insults) and/or references (Kissing/making out) may or may not, but if so it will be kept clean for immature audiences.

Chapter 2: The Gods Created…

As the manger gasps, Lauren drops the last whole surviving plate, but he doesn't even notice that such small thing now. Moments after the initial astonishment, the aging manger finally came to and announced to the now frightful group of customers that there was a back door and that they should all get to the back. But as the huddled masses raced towards the back, Lauren looked back and saw a small child hiding under a table on the front wall.

Her manger yelled, "What in the Sam-Hell are you doing!", as she started to go back for the young child.

"There's a boy under that table!" she shouted back.

As she said this, one of the women heading towards the back started looking around and then finally out to the front and saw the boy. "Luke!" the woman cried as she started to run back to the front to get her son. But just as she screamed, all the windows on the front wall burst into thousands of pieces as the tornado slowly inched closer to the small shop. Lauren was knocked off her feet and sustained some minor cuts on her hands from the glass shards when she tried to brace herself when she fell. The woman, after recovering from the blast of air and glass, started towards the front again, only this time the manger and his assistant cook stopped her before she could get very far.

"Ma'am, you need to get to the back of the store! Lauren will get your son, it's too dangerous to go back now!" the assistant tried to say as calmly as possible over the roaring winds that deafened all the people now. But still the mother tried to fight through the two men, to get her son back.

Lauren tried to get up again and make her way to the boy. But as she started to stand, a new gust of wind came in and knocked her down again. She cut her hands and leg some more, but she tried to push the pain aside for the moment and head for the boy. She took her apron off and tore it in two and used it as gloves and tucked her blouse under her knees and started to crawl to the table.

As she made it to the table, the mother stopped fighting the two cooks as much but they still needed to hold her. When Lauren got to the table, she noticed that the boy had a firm grip on the central table leg and he wasn't going to let go anytime soon on his own. She glanced to the front wall, only a half a foot now, and it was starting to buckle and pull back towards the whirlwind monstrosity outside. She glanced back at the boy and knew she couldn't pry him off the table leg so she started to plead with him.

"Come here little boy, and I'll take you back there were its safe." But the boy only ignored her.

She looked back to the screaming mother and then said, "Look over there, your mother desperately wants you to come over there. Come with me and I'll take you to your mother." The boy then finally takes his eyes off the pole and searches for his mother in the back. When he sees her, he starts to cry a bit, and then finally nods his head. Without hesitating Lauren reaches out to the boy and takes him off his safe-pole. She then ties his shirt cuffs so that he won't get cut as badly from the now cascading glass on the floor. The mother in the back finally gives up in exhaustion and the two men try to pull her up off her knees and wipe away the tears streaming down her face, but they too are worn out from the strenuous work of holding her back and can't seem to pick her up very well.

They only get a few feet from the table when Lauren looks back at the front wall. It's swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the winds and forces of the storm as it gets closer and closer. She sees that they are only about half way to the back and notices that the winds have calmed down a bit. She knows that this may be there only chance, so she picks the boy up and tells him to go run to his mother. By the time she gets to her feet, the son and mother embrace in their now precious bond. She then starts to run towards the back but only takes one step before the front wall eventually collapses and the full force of the windstorm can be witnessed. The explosion of the wall causes Lauren to fall to the ground one more time. But as she tries to pick herself up, the winds pull her out of the coffee house and onto the streets with the murderous winds of the tornado.

Before she is sucked into the void of the cyclone, she grabs one of the metal poles still anchored to the ground which were used to strengthen the walls of the café. All the people still in the half of the room still standing gasp in horror as Lauren dangles from the fragile pole for dear life.

The cuts from her hands were now starting to bleed through the apron-gloves and began to loosen her grip on the pole. As she looked up at the others in the back, her heart broke into a million pieces, because they had given up on her and everyone started heading out through the back. She knew there was no way that they could help her now, but still her heart ached at the sight of them leaving her to die.

She started to slip some more on the pole, now she only had about a few inches left to go before she plunged into the swirling abyss behind her. Knowing she only had precious few minutes left she glanced around and noticed that she was extremely lucky to have survived this long, as pieces of wood and brick and metal and every other piece of loose material was flying around her now, barely missing her rag-doll body being swung around like paper in this dismal array of outrageous winds. She then decided to just concentrate all her mind on the few inches of pole she had left. Because if luck was truly on her side, she just might have a chance to outlast the tornado until it eventually ran out of steam and dissipated. So she focused all her mind on the pole and it had seemed she had stopped slipping as much, but then…

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Now we are back with the lone mysterious traveler. He still wears the straw hat, but it seems to have served no proposed as he is still soaked from head to toe. The rain has slackened down a bit so he undoes the hat from his head, but keeps it tied to his neck and throws it onto his back. His bag is gone now, probably because it got too wet and he had to ditch it.

"Only a little more 'til the town." He thinks to himself as he hikes up the semi-difficult mountain path to the small town up ahead.

After a few more moments of trekking up the hills he finally gets to a point where he can see the city entrance. The city isn't very big, only a half square mile at most, with mainly dried clay and brick walls. You can tell that it use to be a fort of some kind as the city walls reach well over fifty feet high, and not to mention it's location on the base of a mountain range made it even harder to get to.

As he neared closer to the town entrance, the stranger looked up into the skies. He saw one of the strangest things he could remember; the clouds were swirling together forming a huge dark black cloud just over the city.

"Better hurry up and get to some shelter, that doesn't look too good." So he then picked up his pace a little and headed onto the city.

As he got to the enormous entrance, he could hear the clouds above him. They were making a small crackling sound, mixed with sound of swirling winds. Then the wanderer looked up at the clouds, and saw that he was pretty much in the center of the clouds now. And before he could head on or even look away, a flash of lightning struck and hit him squarely on his back, destroying the straw hat and ripping most of the back of the dragon shirt he had on. But this strike wasn't just instantaneous; it was also never ending as it hit the poor man and by no means let loose its grip.

"Oh my God!" someone inside the town shouted. Then others around them stared on in horrific sight. Few of them had ever seen lightning actually hit someone, and never had it been a continuous bolt.

The power of the bolt was so strong that the man's knees started to buckle. But before he could fall to the ground, another strike struck him in the same place on his back. As the two currents moved from the skies, into the wanderer's back, down his spine, and into his feet and finally the ground, the sere strength of the twin bolts started to lift him off his feet and into the air.

As the helpless fool stayed stranded in the air by the bolts, one elderly townsfolk pleaded, "Someone go help that man." And as he looked around he could see that no one was going to go help him in fear that they too might get struck with a third power from the sky. But as he looked back at the man, he could tell it was finally starting to end.

It seemed as though the stormy clouds above were starting to lose its eternal energy, as the wandering man began to descend back down to the ground and the bolts started to lessen in size and strength, until the entire electric phenomenon ended. And when it was evident that it was over, two men rushed over to help him. The wandering stranger shakes his head a bit before getting up and says, "N..No, uh, I..I'll be Oooo…" and then passes out. The two men pick him up and drag him inside the city.

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As Michael ran back through the forest to get to his house, he suddenly stopped and looked at a small vaguely worn path through some even deeper woods. He remembered his parents and Mr. Iros telling him to never go in there by his self, and he could even picture his mother ranting and raving for weeks about how he went there, even it was to warn them of a forest fire. He knew if he went down the path he was going, it would take him another hour to get home. But if he took the other way, he could get there in just a few minutes. So he looked strongly down the beaten path and then down the less traveled one, until he finally made up his mind to chance his mother's scorns and ran down the forbidden road.

Except for being cut and scrapped by branches and limbs, because of the narrower walk way, he couldn't understand why they told him to never go down this path. A few branches here and there were so tough that they actually broke the skin and he started to bleed a bit from the shoulders and arms.

After about ten minutes of trudging through the deep path and sustaining some more minor cuts on his sides and legs, he could see the smoke coming from the chimney on his house. "Oh, god please, let that just be smoke from the chimney." He could also see that the path got wider just a little further down, so he started to pull his way through even harder. In the process he didn't really notice, but as he marched harder through the weeds, he was also pulling blooms of flowers down. He did soon notice this, as petals were falling all around him. And he caught himself saying, "This would be a beautiful sight on any other day." And then the pollen from all the flowers started to make a hazy mist around him. He stopped looking at the gorgeous scene and started to get back to his mission.

He soon made it out of the vines of overgrown weeds and into the slightly less cramped lodging of the new path, which he could now run through and get home in a few moments. But as he started to head off, he began getting dizzy. "Woowoh", he stated as he began to stumble. He then got very tired and could barely keep his eyes open. He took a few steps before the poison took complete control of him and he passed out.

A/N: How was it? I've separated chapter 3 into two chapters and the first two into one chapter so it might be a confusing at parts cause I'm cutting and pasteing. But please review, flamers are welcome too. Just write down what you think please.