DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I also do not make any money from this.
WARNINGS: Yaoi (male x male), Yuri (female x female) adult topics, swearing, sexual scenes and violence
PAIRINGS I know of so far: (pairings will be added as they are mentioned in chapters)
Ron x Hermoine, Blaise x Cho, Neville x Cho, Saito x Draco
This has not been Beta'd.
'text' is thought
"text" is talking
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Hidden Element
Chapter 40: Twisting Waters
Elementals:
Ice and Void – Draco Malfoy
Fire – Pansy Parkinson
Earth – Blaise Zabini
Nature – Cho Chang
Light – Cherrie Everdeen (OC)
The Forgotten:
Electricity – Saito Blackstar (OC)
Animal – Carsly Hendricks (OC)
Shadow – Alakai Petrovski (OC)
Water - Yasmin DiAngelo
Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)
It started off small, a soft sound barely discernible to be heard across the hills. It was something that happened often in the hilly countryside. Wind made noise; it moved trees, bushes, flowers, a cacophony of nature. It was only natural for it to be one of the sounds to persistently follow you throughout the day.
For what seemed like a while, the breeze picked up, and then diminished, for what seemed like a while, almost as if the wind couldn't decide which pace it wanted to be set at. It struggled to maintain a certain pressure, a certain movement of speed that would make it a normal day, and windy weather.
When it started to howl, doors were closed, windows shut and locked firmly. The wind had stabilized, but had decided to blow harder rather than softer.
Although it had been warm, it was probable for English weather to contain lots of wind throughout the day. It was nothing special, sun turned to wind then back again all the time.
Of course, when small things were being pushed along the lawns, one starts getting anxious about it. A gnome with a red hat was knocked over, plastic flamingos plucked out and thrown to the side as if in a fit of tantrum.
It started off with a light blue sky, fluffy white clouds dispersed unevenly, yet far in-between. If you looked outside the window, you could slowly see the vision of blue cloud over into one sheet of white, like a blanket, merging to make a continuous cover.
Slowly, it darkened into a weird and almost eerie brownish-yellow, emanating a wizard of oz kind of glow of disbelief.
There was a change in air pressure, the wind sped up dramatically. A heavy, oppressive feeling, together with a twinge of heat. Something that was akin to a change in gravity, the kind that would makes you feel as though you were being lifted up.
Then there was a loud sound almost like a loud railroad train. Deafening and defiantly dubious as trains of this velocity never approached small countryside's such as this. It's the time where small children start to get scared and their parents lovingly pat them on the back and explain it away.
If you were lucky, you were one of those people that thought it was a noisy storm until they saw the local news and the damage the next day. Or one of those people that stumbled out harmlessly a few hours later, walked up the block and all the trees a little further up had been sheared on one side.
From harmless to deadly serious, twirling fog grows downwards, swaying erratically this way and that until that reaches the bottom. Flung down from the clouds, merging, for what seemed a terrifying moment, the sky and the earth, when actual fact its starting point was a few hundred feet above the ground.
Almost immediately, the column of air steadily turned green. A dark green colour from all the leaves, grass and possible tree limbs that were flying around. Rotating desperately towards a peaceful circle of houses.
When the monster blew over a house, it was picked up and crushed. A full scale onslaught where everything it touched was wrecked, pulled or lifted like a root pulled from the ground.
A tornado by itself is a petrifying sight to behold, deadly and eerily beautiful. It could be considered as nature at its most ferocious.
Tornados normally didn't start out of nowhere, in places where tornados had never hit in thousands of decades. Maybe it was simply time, yet never had they thought they would become recipients of such an event.
Everything seemed to pause for a moment; the air seemed to come to a halt, still. But that's normally where the real trouble hid, wasn't it? A false lull of security before the great hit. Nature could be a destructive mistress and one hell of a bitch when she wanted to be.
Another strange occurrence? The rain came down sideways, almost the size of tennis balls. Pitter patting in an awkwardly fast rhythm as if trying to keep up with the wind.
A thunderstorm combination. The streets quickly filled with water, causing caustic semi-waves to push scrambling people into their broken houses.
A small flood quickly started to form, and soon enough, not only were people scurrying away from the flung objects from the tornado, they were also jumping from car top to car top to keep afloat on the water.
Yet for some strange reason, water accumulated underneath said tornado somewhat insistently enough to turn the swirling mass of air into a tornadic waterspout, very powerful and often associated with the most severe of thunderstorms. Which seemed to be the case.
It's green appearance was filled with water all too quickly, adding the possibility of drowning to its arsenal of killing capabilities. Like most tornadic waterspouts, it seemed to come with a partner. Initially, a prominent circular, light-colored disk appeared on the surface of the water, surrounded by a larger dark area of indeterminate shape.
Eventually, the waterspout became a visible funnel from the water surface to the overhead cloud. The spray vortex rose to a height of several hundred feet or more and created a visible wake and an associated wave train as it moved.
There were screams of course, wailing for help. A reason why they'd picked the country side first. People tended to stick to highways unless they came across traffic or were genuinely heading in that direction. No one would help until it was essentially too late, and by then they had hoped to shift their natural disaster to a new location.
Running a pale hand through deep blue hair, she chuckled at the fact they were hoping it was all going to end. It was true that the lifespan of a tornado was short, a few hours possibly, maybe even a bit more, or less give or take, even less time for one of the water variety. This, however, was by no means a normal water covered tornado.
They could keep doing this for days on end if need be, of course, where would the fun be of staying in a town they could destroy within an hour? Oh, no one was coming out alive; she would make sure of that.
She pursed her lips in a strangely serious fashion and glanced at the concentrating female beside her. She had the hardest part of the job; then again, she had to concentrate more to keep her element under control. No, she wasn't vain; Miya was merely young and inexperienced.
However, the more her foggy blue eyes stared at the others wind swept appearance, the more she wondered where this command had come from. Her brother had never looked interested in the prospect of continuing what they'd started, especially now when he had so much to loose.
She had to admit, thinking back on it now, for Carsly to give her commands from Saito was rare too. Ok, admittedly it had never happened before. Saito was one of those people that would tell you what to expect to your face.
Did that mean that she was actually going against her own brothers orders? She wouldn't put it past Carsly to start something like this, especially with the animalistic impatience she often adapted. It was a pity she wasn't more like a cat most of the time.
Admittedly though, scanning back to the scene before her...this was kind of fun. She missed the thrill of water slipping through her fingers as it snapped a persons neck, or the sensation of feeling the last struggle before the final death as her element encased a human being.
It was part of what she was, part of what she wanted. Surfing, swimming, sure she loved those things. Anything with water and cold temperature, or combined to make snow, was music to her ears. Touching it, hearing it, feeling it or through it...she was addicted to it.
Like the rolling tides that occasionally swept a poor unsuspecting swimmer into deeper waters more than you would like to think, she had the same urge. She needed to push as much as she needed to pull. Ebbing and flowing. Alakai often teased her rare tantrums as being influenced by the moon. They did have the uncanny ability of striking at night.
She briefly wandered if the ocean was ever meant to save things. She had heard of a few people who were meant to drown, but then washed up on shore. Was that the waters doing? Was that why Pansy so frequently sought her out? She hummed at the fact that she realised she had never been so serious in her life as these past few days.
Why? All because she'd shown someone she could cry. Really, no big deal, she could have chalked it down to the rain without the red-head ever knowing...yet she hadn't for some odd reason. More shockingly, she had forced herself to do it for the others sake. It had been refreshing, yet disturbingly intimate. Something she would do with her brother, maybe even Draco perhaps...
She sighed as her ears picked up a heavy silence. Well, it would have been had the air not been filled with a raging tornado, looking vengeful and nowhere ready to stop.
The town lay in ruins. To put it accurately, it looked like you would have to send out an expedition with a ship to find the lost ruins of said village. She winced. She had possibly overdone it. Perhaps when she had been too busy thinking to really concentrate on the amount of water she littered the streets with.
Population of said countryside village: 0.
Mission accomplished.
"You can stop now Miya." She whispered softly, laying a hand on her shoulder and startling the younger female into dropping her tornado as suddenly as taking in a breath. It was gone, no trace apart from what looked now to be a newly created lake. It seemed the tornado had torn chunks out of the earth as well to form a ditch of sorts.
"I was having fun!" She pouted, eyes wide and teary at the prospect of having to stop. Yasmins face was graced with a cheery smirk, and a hand made its way pointedly to her waist, mockingly, as if telling her off.
"Now what have I told you. What is the fun in wasting energy when no ones screaming? It's only amusing when you get to see the last person gasp for breath before flattening on the floor. Now, what have you learned? When all the people are dead...?" She stared expectantly at the other, smirk still in place.
"We find another village?" Yasmin bounced a bit, exciting Miya by the fact she had gotten the question right, and she bounced along with her, giggling as she enjoyed the motion.
"Right. But I have an even better idea. Now, why don't you truly show me how much you've been training, and destroy a city for me? I'll buy you ice cream." She tempted. Blue softly cut waves blew softly as a breeze swept past, easily remedied with the flick of her hand, over the shoulder.
"Can we pair up again? I really enjoyed it!" There was that pout again. Oh, she just looked way too cute with puppy dog eyes!
"I'll tell you what! I'll start you off...hhhhmmm...oh...even better! I have a challenge for you!"
"Tell me! Tell me!" Miya gushed. She loved challenges, especially those that Yasmin set.
"You'll be hungry after the whole demolition thing, so how about you kill off everyone and everything, except the ice cream van? Saves us having to go into town and buy some." Miya hummed, as if she thought she'd been set an easy task.
"I accept."