Jackson Storm

Chapter Nine: The beginning of the End

   Just when you thought it was all over, that my story was just coming to an end it only began. There is much more to me that meets the eye. But if I had to say were the beginning of the beginning of the end started, I would say it all started with Ben and Jerry's ice cream parlor.

Wasn't the same as it use to be ever since Ben was assassinated in the presidential election. They have two new candidates now since both the old ones didn't make it.  It's pretty deserted, well except for Jerry, of course. Plus the super secret organization that was secretly growing out of Ben and Jerry's, but they moved away because of me, the storm.

But with a super secret organization, you know there's going to be some super secret rooms. And believe it or not!, Jerry found a room and discovered [drum roll please].... The storm killer.

So he started messing around with it and accidentally invented some ground breaking technology and made himself a multi-millionaire. And that's how Jerry industries got started. And that's also why I'm  waiting in the lobby.

"Next," called Jerry, "Oh wait, it's you."

"Wait," I started," Jerry, I need your help. The secret organization is still out there. And they stole something very valuable from me. It's the fish bowl, Jerry."

So after a deep sigh, a diet coke, and a "fine" he decided to come. We were accompanied by a friend that goes by the name of Jevan who specializes in catching super secret organization directors, C.E.O.s, secretaries, and so on.

Penelope, my lucky, annoying younger sister who surpasses me in every way [eye roll], was going to help too, but she is too busy trying to catch the megladon.

The three of us were now entering the broken down dusty warehouse were all my encounters took place, Also were in theory, they were suppose to be in there. But all we found was the C.E.O. at the end of the very long room we were in.

"Ahh, Mr. Storm. So we meet again," he said.

And before I could say anything else, out from behind Jerry appeared a man in black holding a knife. I gulped.

"Jerry, look out!," I yelled.

But it was too late. Jerry was stabbed in the back by that man, and Jevan and I watched in horror as he slowly began to die.

 Day after day I slowly grew more sick because of Jerry's death and because of not having the substance in the fish bowl the secret organization stole from me. The substance in it is one of my sources of power, one of the things that makes me the storm.

The secret organization now has it and has the power to end me like they did to Jerry. As it grows stronger I grow weaker. Jerry is gone now. After all, wars don't decide whose right, they decide whose left.