Deep frissons ran down my spine as I painted the panorama laid out infront of me. A thick blanket of snow covered the ground, giving a tranquil aura that hung in the air like an obnoxious gas. But...it wasn’t obnoxious.
My fraternal twin sister, Olympia, trekked around with her shmancy camera, snapping photographs of anything and everything. Even a few of me. “Olympia, could you…um,” I said to her and motioned with my hand for her to step aside.
“Sorry!” She called out.
“’Tis fine, I just couldn’t see that bush.”
We both went back to what we were doing. Setting my watercolor brush down, I curled my fingers into fists and stretched them out, the tips of my fingers utterly numb. I was accustomed to the cold, but not this type of frigid, bone-chilling cold.
“Hey Olympia, could we go? I no longer can feel my toes.” I asked. I stood up in my platformed combat boots and stretched my spine out.
“Yeah one sec, this rock formation looks interesting,” she told me. I sighed, my breath very visible in the air. Hearing thunder clap overhead, I looked up. Exceptionally large thunderclouds clashed together, creating roars that reverberated throughout the valley.
“Olympia, I think it’s time to go now!” I shouted. I had no previous notion that weather could change so violently and so suddenly.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute!” She said. I continued watching the sky. A dark cloud-like vortex opened up in the sky and lightning struck the ground. I quickly began cleaning up, packing my sketchbook into my backpack along with my paintbrushes and whatnot. I dumped my water container in the snow, the tainted water changing the color of that spot in the snow to a light blue.
Ear-splitting thunder rumbled above my head and I zipped my backpack shut, glad I didn’t bring an easel. “Olympia, let’s go!” I yelled, having to raise my voice over the weather. She apparently didn’t hear me or she purposely ignored me.
I didn’t feel right; about this weather I mean. A sudden wave of ice cold rain began showering the snow covered valley, turning the beautiful snow to mush. All the birds had flown away; petrified of this few and far between meteorological condition.
“Why in the hell is it raining!?” Olympia exclaimed, running back to me.
“Yeah, now you listen!” I shouted. “Look!” I pointed up. We both turned our attention to the transforming sky. No blue was left. No white clouds, just a dark vortex like tunnel.
Feeling my heartbeat in the back of my head and in my palms, I grabbed my sister’s wrist, about to drag her back to the car that was parked about one-fourth of a mile away from here.
Turning our backs, an unexpected BOOM! struck the Earth. We both spun around, startled. The river had been disrupted, water falling back down. There was a moment of complete silence as we both stood there. “What the hell was that?” I asked, my voice shaking. I inched forward, trying to get a look at what hit the river with such dynamism.
Letting go of my sister’s wrist, I walked up a bit but couldn’t see anything. The cloud tunnel had begun to dissipate, the sky returning to normal. “Ophelia, careful.” My sister warned me.
“I know, I know.” I said, not really knowing exactly what I was saying. I walked closer to the river’s edge. Standing about six feet from the bank, I could get a better view of what crashed. I looked into the unsettled water to find a figure, about eight feet out into the water. I squinted my eyes behind my glasses and traced the figure’s body up to a head.
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Some Kind Of Monster (Loki Fanfiction)
FanfictionLoki, a god fallen from Asgard. Ophelia and Olympia, two sisters who save him from dying out in the frigid waters of a Nevada lake. Taking him home will have severe consequences neither sister is prepared to deal with.
