Powerful || Pentatonix AU

005 - Scott

And so we begin our last profile! Scott, where do I begin? Let's start with the fact that he lives in a very windy town, that's for sure, and the fact that the towns buildings don't have a very good foundation is quite bad. Also, the area they lived in always had tornadoes, which caused them to always have to rebuild their homes. But oddly enough, Scott actually liked the wind. He loved the way it blew things around and didn't care if It made anyone angry, and that, for some reason, calmed him. He had always wanted to meet someone who didn't care what anyone thought of them and had an overwhelming amount of self confidence, mostly because he, himself, did not have much self confidence. See, unlike the others, Scott's story takes place in the year 2013, the youngest of them all. His story isn't the most exciting though as he was just sitting at the dinner table, eating a normal Christmas dinner with his family, but it was still quite interesting.

"Scott! Set the God damn table like I asked you to do a million times!!!" Connie Hoying shouted at the tall blonde.

"And I said hang on a sec! I'm cleaning up your mess!" He shouted back, huffing in annoyance.

Scott continued picking up all of the shards of glass which used to be a vase that Connie had knocked off of the counter, trying his hardest to not cut himself. Putting the glass in the box, he began quieting himself to listen to the news as it was now telling the viewers what the temperature was and what not.

"Whew! It's a windy one out there tonight!" The weather man began, before pausing to listen to what someone else was saying. "Oh, folks, I think we'd better get to shelter, there has been funnel cloud forming on the west side of the city, and it appears to be coming close to the ground. Grab your family and pets and get to the basement." He said, making every family member freeze to listen.

Rick Hoying began to rush everyone into the basement, panic rising inside of everyone as they ran down the stairs to the cellar. They knew something like this would have happened some day based off of where they lived but they didn't think it would happen on Christmas eve. Once everyone was in the cellar, Rick began doing a head count.

"Scott!"

"Here."

"Connie!"

"I'm here."

"Lauren?"

"Yep! And Rob's here too... Where's Landon?" She asked, her heart stopping briefly.

"Oh shit.." Scott said, his mind going into full panic mode.

Before he could comprehend what he was doing, or anyone for that matter, he was racing back up the stairs to find his nephew. Ignoring everyone shouting at him and the tornado sirens blaring, Scott proceeded to look for Landon, checking outside first because that was the last place he was seen. Relief washed over him for a quick second when he saw Landon crying in the yard but was once again sent into panic mode when he realised that the tornado was moving fast and in the vicinity of their house. Terrified, Scott ran out screaming Landon's name, the young boy running to him, and ushered him into the house, Landon running straight for the basement. Scott was about to go back inside when a rushing feeling of peace rushed through his blood stream, through his muscles and through his nerves, his mind at one hundred percent peace.

Knowing that his family was mostly safe in the cellar, Scott began walking out into the yard, the wind blowing his blonde hair into a messy array, sort of like a cotton ball. Approaching the whirling mass of wind, dirt and grass, Scott finally realised what he was doing, but the funny thing was the fact that he still felt entirely at peace with his decision to walk into the tornado. Continuing forward, the tall blonde was now in the complete centre on the tornado, his hair and clothes blowing around like a flag in the wind, closing his eyes to relish in a calming feeling which he couldn't quite place. When he opened his eyes, he saw a dark purple wisp, looking sort of like smoke, flying around in the tornado walls, lighting the inside of the mass a faint hue of purple.

Reaching out to touch it, Scott ignored any signals he was receiving to not touch it, he placed his fingers on the gentle wisp, the wisp now fluttering into his finger tips, pushing a gentle warm feeling around his body. The string of purple began to disappear into his hands, spreading a kind of power around his body, Scott now feeling a sense of invulnerability sweeping through him.

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Two years. That's how long it's been since he's seen his family. They think he's dead, but who wouldn't if you walked into a tornado? And yet Scott has never stopped feeling that calm sweep through his body at every waking hour, every lunch and dinner... and basically every hour, minute and second of the day.

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Sorry it took so long to update, I didn't really have much time.... I was busy watching The Hunger Games and The Greatest Showman. I have a Q & A for you guys actually! Just comment your vote on which one you like/love more. I'll put a star next to the one I like/love more.

Hunger Games ---->

*The Greatest Showman ---->

*Zac Efron ---->

Hugh Jackman ---->

*Zendaya ---->

Keala Settle ---->

*Musicals ---->

*Action ---->

*Comedy ---->

Horror ---->

Sci-fi ---->

*Zendaya ---->

*Tom Holland ---->

And finally, what's your favourite song from The Greatest Showman? ---->

(Mine's either The Greatest Show or The Other Side)         (I Also like Tom and Zendaya equally)