Disclaimer: I do not own Drake and Josh or War of the Worlds. I wish I owned Tom Cruise . . Note: A Few Smaller Sized Pieces is on hiatus. :)
War Of The Worlds : Part One : Prolouge
...As I encounter the house - our grandmother's house, one made with bricks and cement and most of all, love - a wave of relief rushes over me. A relief that gets me from head to toe. A relief that I had been waiting for that seemed like... forever... but only one or two days, I don't recall just how long.
It's nothing I really want to recall anyway.
I hear the pretty girl walking next to - my new friend and hero - give a big sigh and a giggle. She dosen't have to tell me - I know. The sigh is out of exhaustion. The chuckle is for victory (victory, it feels so good to be able to say that after all this...) and "We beat it!"
We did beat it. We DID make it through.
My little sister rushes out of the brick, cement, and love house to hug me. I am so tired. I am in so much pain. Her touch hurts. But I can understand what she means, and that seems like the best feeling in the world to me.
I see my father, mother, and grandmother come out of the house. Then, I see Drake. More relief, then guilt.
If he wants to say "I told you so," thats okay. This one time.
My mother rushes out to us. She hugs me also, then hauls me, the pretty girl, and her little sister in the brick, cement, and love house. I want to tell her everything is okay now - we all do, I just know it - but my mouth can't fix to the words. Then my grandmother asks us what happened.
What happened?
I cannot even comprehend what has happened, and I have BEEN THERE. I have seen it all unfold right in front of my eyes. The ignorant fear, the deaths, the grief. The 'tripods' . Thats what they call those horrible monsters. Too many emotions, too much hurt.
I take a breath and start from the beginning...