Rain [Short Stories]

Vatn's Ocean

His bare feet summoned waves of angry water that flattened the grass around him. The dirt underneath became flooded and tiny bugs rose with it, mud and worms squished between his toes. The blue-green hair of the teen whipped wildly in the water bubble surrounding his head. Two tiny koi had nestled themselves in with his waving hair, trying to hide from the water gods wrath. Swirls of foamy water surged around him, mixing with rich mud that resembled his eyes, frothing and bubbling up from deep within the planet. The way his anger manifested was in floods and rain that left stinging welts on your body. He was pissed now after hearing that someone had dumped all manner of chemicals into the ponds that he watched over, protected. They were a sacred thing that the people who had not forgotten him left gifts at, fished in, kept debris out of. But the chemicals, a mixture known as Red Death, had been poured into his home. It killed his aquatic friends, and now they had certainly invoked his wrath.
He had little idea as to how he survived. He crawled out of that pond like a breaching whale, spluttering the red liquid out, and watched in horror as the fish, turtles, and water bugs didn't share the same fate as he.
Plants became dry and crunchy as the water was drawn out of them, alerting a certain other Nature god. Though, not a forgotten one like Vatn. Clouds swelled with liquid against their will and rain thundered upon the ground.

Gods always sing when angered for their music is of a deadly sort. It embodies their full power, and now, he was completely ready to unleash it upon whoever had killed his friends.

"Under the water we can't breathe, we can't breathe. Under the water, we die." Thunder crashed against the sky like pots and pans, and lightning lit it up, sending angry jagged lines of light across deep, dark clouds.

"Under the water there is no one watching. Under the water we are alone,"

His voice flowed like water over rocks, rising into a swell of crashing water that beat those same rocks into pieces. The water surged around his feet now, splashing up his ankles as he walked in the direction of this sinner's cottage. The man who ordered all of those disgusting, malignant convictions of chemicals to be dumped into his precious ponds. He saw no end to his anger and nothing could stop him from murder at this point. Gods protect those they watch over no matter what. They weren't tied to the same earthly laws that humans or other species were. Nothing would stop his flood of hurt and pain.

"Then why do we jump in? Why do we jump in? Under the water, we die,"

His arms floated through the air, gracefully commanding the waves. He lifted his foot up, stepping on top of the water as if it were solid. It lapped angrily at his calves, waiting to be set upon some poor soul. A shallow ocean followed the water god, surging, lapping, churning white with anger, shivering and shaking with the same anger Vatn felt.

"So many would that lost control. Where did they fall? Into the deep, what do they seek? Where did they fall? Where did they fall?"

His angry, yet soft, brown eyes did not blink as trees started snapping in the middles of their trunks, crashing down around him into the rising water line.
The thunderous cracks and splashed from the falling trees orchestrated his rage, but now he had alerted another god. One who had seen billions of years and certainly wasn't a forgotten god like Vatn.

"Hearts will dream again, Lungs will breathe in. Wash away the sin. It's where it begins-"

The water god let out a strangled choking noise as a vine laced with moss and thrones flowers wrapped around his neck and dragged him on to his ass-waist deep in the water. He ripped the vines away, coughing and catching his finger tips on the thorns that were now coated in his blood. The red ichor dripped into the water as another song burst forth.

" I never though I would compromise," his voice hummed like wind through thousands of pine trees, sending the trees and plants, anything from the domain Plantae into a viridian frenzy. Vines, ivy, saplings, and aquatic plants burst through the water, seaweed wrangled Vatn's legs into a brief submission before being torn off.
The two songs ceased as both forces of nature stared each other down. One water god standing in his vengeful sea, and another amongst the wild boughs of a dogwood tree.

In Vatn's rage, he tore Alan's forest up and this was not acceptable to the God sporting moss and lichen covered tree branch horns. With a single look Vatn knew he could no longer kill the man who had polluted his precious home and killed his friends. At least, not directly. He'd fight Alan, and the destruction wrought by the two would be enough to reach the sickening excuse of a human being's house and destroy him.

The heavy clouds brought by Vatn's rage had quieted to a low rumble, but started back up immediately as he began his vexed serenade.

"Feet won't fail you now, Arms won't let you down. Wash away the sin."

The forgotten god was first to resume his assault. His improvised ocean of now waist high water resumed snapping trees in half and drowning saplings.
Alan doubled over in pain; bruises quickly formed on his arms, legs, stomach, everything as he felt the unbridled pain of his trees dying. He had grown those himself years upon years ago, drawn them up from saplings and their death was numbing.

"You, gardener. You, discipliner. Domestically. I can obey all of your rules and still be, be," More trees grew from cracked open stumps, seaweed and other slimy, sludgy plants grabbed at Vatn's legs, crawling up his body as they tried to drag him down.

"Under the water we can't be together,"

"I never thought I would compromise,"

"Under the water we die."

"Let's unite, tonight."

"Then why do we jump in?"

"We shouldn't fight."

"Why do we jump in?"

"Embrace you tight."

"Under the water we die."

Both gods were bruised, battered by each other's incursions. Vatn's blue-tinged skin was scratched up with red, irritated cuts, tinted green from the chlorophyll. While Alan rubbed his bruised hands over other bruises. His nose bled, dripping into the water still steadily rising below him as he whispered,
"Unison,"

"Unison!" Alan barked, trees throwing themselves up through the ground, wrapping around the boy as Vatn 'dooted' aggressively and set waves right towards Alan. To anyone watching, this would have been a magnificent display of nature, but it flattened any houses within miles, killing Alan's precious forest and animals that dared to be caught within miles of the angry gods.

"Oh, Unison!" His voice weakened, struggling through the mounds of water thrusted upon him. Both fought diligently, and finally after feverish struggling, Vatn was captured into an intertwined ball of vines, tree roots, and other miscellaneous plants. The water god collapsed inside of it, extremely tired and commanded his makeshift ocean away. The water sunk back into the dirt, back into crunchy plants, back into the clouds that carried it far away. Alan had won. His forest would live to see another day. He leaned against a tree, catching his breath as he observed his little nature imprisonment. The nature god left after asking the tree ball to open once Vatn could handle his rage.

Tired mutterings came from it, and a pink mouth mumbled the lyrics of an old song over and over again.

" Under the water, oh Unison, Under the water,"

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TheScaryFangirl

I did a thing and I'm so proud of myself. I almost cried when I got the idea a quarter of the way through writing this.