Begins several years before The Black Panther Movie and ends several years after. This is an alternate universe (with certain events from the comic and the cinematic universes which have been altered and intermingled together) containing multiple M...
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Chadwick Boseman as Tchalla Dewanda Wise as Storm
Summer 2004
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Ororo heard the thunder in the distance as she lay face down on the hot sandy ground. It had been five days... or perhaps six, since she left the car and the road, abandoning her dead attacker to the heat and the insects.
Through the hallucinations that resulted from heatstroke and severe dehydration, she could still smell the sick stench of his whiskey on her clothes. She was not even sure how she got out from underneath him. How she reached the rock that she used to bash in his head. How she managed to stuff his dead body back inside of the car. How she continued to walk through the dry summer heat of the desert for so long. But she had been wandering ever since, wondering if she had already died and crossed through the gates of hell as punishment for her various crimes.
Finally unable to take another step without water, her body collapsed where she stood. Her mouth filled with sand as she was too weak from severe exhaustion to even turn her head to prevent suffocation. Then she heard the loud rumble of thunder.
It sounded like God's grumbling response to her lost resolve. At first, she thought it was just another hallucination. Her mind was too tired to think anything else. But then the sound came again. This time closer and louder...
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A few miles away, a traveling caravan of nomads stopped to look up at the sky, which just a few seconds ago was as clear, blue, and hot as it had been for the last two weeks. Now a terrible storm cloud was filling the sky as though clawing its way out of and across the atmosphere. The winds picked up creating a dust up of sand. And lightning angrily struck at the high points of the ground, scorching the sand and rock.
The nomads turned and frowned at each other. Just a half mile each way, the sky was still cloudless and blue. "What is this dark magick??" It seemed more like the act of a witch than of nature.
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... Meanwhile, Ororo managed to turn on to her back just in time for the downpour to hit and soak her body. She spit out the sand and then opened her mouth, letting the water rush in. She took deep gulps and then she filled her hands and slurped up some more.
