Heart Of Protectors {#2}

Part 3

[Part 3]

Given the fact that she had fought for her independence in deciding the industry of her choice, Renee often wondered why she never moved out of the house. Given the fact that she had enough money to buy any apartment close to the clinic, Renee often wondered why she hadn’t done exactly just that, or even simply just rented a place.

She suspected it was something about her laziness in keeping the place clean and stocked up with food, and at home, she had her butler and maids to worry about such trivial chores.

But in mornings like these –when she nursed hangovers from drinking too much of Daddy’s vintage wines the night before –she really hated the fact that she lived on the same piece of land as her little brother.

“Wake up, you pig!” Roger-Luc yelled at the top of his lung, banging on the door as if the world were crashing down in the moment, and if Renee didn’t get up, she would be caught in the middle of Apocalypse. Considering the magnitude of her crazy hang-over, even if Apocalypse came right now, she didn’t feel like moving from the bed at all.

“The house is burning down! The sky is falling! The world is tearing apart from the floor! Cracks are appearing on the front lawn! Lava is spewing! A volcano is quickly forming in our garden! Quick! We’re going to choke on the sulfur!” Roger-Luc continued his din, and Renee buried her face in her pillow, reaching a lazy arm to the bedside table. Her fingers eventually found something that felt faintly like her alarm clock, and with the tired strength of a hung-over woman, threw it against the door, hearing the pathetic sound as it crashed to the floor even before hitting the door.

“So volcanoes aren’t your thing?” Renee distantly heard her brother say. “Hurricane Renee is making landfall! A major, whopping Category 5 hurricane is making its way towards Lincoln Street, swallowing absolutely everything in its path! Look at that; the mansion down the street has just been uprooted as easily as anything! The vacuum is strong with this one! Can you see the flood coming up from the coast?!?”

“Shut the hell up, Roger-Luc!” Renee finally shouted back, unable to take more of her brother’s fake scenarios. Motivated by her determination in the medical sector, Roger-Luc had insisted on pursuing his studies in Geography in University and at the moment, Renee regretted supporting him so many years ago.

“What is this?!? Hurricane Renee has made landfall in an all-new Category 6 hurricane! Get the sensors, bury all the machinery, we must measure the wind speed and rainfall of this hurricane! Come, my fellow geographers, we must record the catastrophic results of Hurricane Renee on 29th November!” Roger-Luc continued, and it was all she could do to bury her head underneath the mountain of soft toys on her large king-sized bed.

“Reporting! Reporting! It’s 8.30a.m., and Hurricane Renee is still taking its time to travel through Lincoln Street! Right now, I am seeing the catastrophic results from Hurricane Renee –uprooted houses, torn streets, exposed electrical wiring? What is this? A newspaper all the way from Miami? Exactly how far has Hurricane Renee travelled?”

Renee groaned. There was simply no end to Roger-Luc’s imaginary scenario unless she woke up. It had been his way of waking her up ever since she was suspended that one time in college for being late 4 days in a row. Back then, it had been his fantasies about supervillains destroying the city and Lincoln street, but now after studying the ‘beauty of hurricanes and volcanoes’, it was obvious that Roger-Luc preferred the more catastrophic and realistic results of natural hazards.

“This is something new, that we’ve haven’t seen before! An earthquake triggered by the increased rainfall from Hurricane Renee? What is this? The Mississippi River has broken its banks again? A mudslide headed right for Lincoln Street? We have to evacuate the place-” There wasn’t any doubt that the young man would have continued, if not for the interrupting shout that Renee finally gave.