The Rain

four: of threats and deaths

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FOUR

Epiphany (ih-pif-uh-nee):

A moment in which you suddenly see or understand something in a new or very clear way

 The first thing I heard when I regained consciousness was:

“FABIAN! STOP WEARING MY UNDERWEAR OVER YOUR CLOTHES! THAT’S DISGUSTING!!!”

And let me tell you that is not a pleasant way to wake up. I rolled over, hoping to go back to sleep.

“BUT, EM-MA! YOUR UNDERWEAR COMPLETES MY SUPERMAN COSTUME!”

I mentally willed whoever was yelling to shut up. Needless to say, it didn’t work.

“USE YOUR OWN UNDERWEAR, YOU DISGUSTING PIG!!!”

 “Could you guys shut the hell up?!” I finally gave up trying to go back to sleep and sat up on the bed. Standing before me was the olive-skinned girl from the hotel lounge and Storm wearing blue boy shorts over his pants. How he had managed to fit into them was beyond me.

  “Wait, where am I?” I blinked, suddenly remembering the prior events, “And who are you?” The last question was directed towards the girl.

“You’re in a hotel room. And I’m Emma.” She smiled warmly, outstretching her hand for me to shake, “I’m Fabian’s sister.”

  I shook her hand. “Wait, who the hell is Fabian?” I blinked at her in confusion. Storm’s cheeks reddened, and Emma began to laugh uncontrollably. It took me a moment to realize who Fabian was.

   “No way.” I smirked at the clearly embarrassed Storm, “Your name isn’t actually Storm. Your real name is Fabian.” The redhead didn’t bother denying it. If he had, I wouldn’t have believed him anyways.

  “That’s not even the best part.” Emma told me, chuckling, “His full name is Fabian Theodore Storm. He gets everyone to call him Storm ‘cause he hates his first name.”

  “That’s not a surprise. I mean, who likes the name Fabian?” I remarked.

Emma nodded in agreement. “That’s true.”

   “Can you guys stop talking about me like that already?” Storm huffed in annoyance, the redness in his cheeks fading, “I’m right here, y’know. Stop talking about me like I’m not.”

  “Anything for you, Teddy Bear.” I said in a sickly sweet voice, putting an emphasis on my new nickname for him.

  “Really? Teddy Bear?” Storm shook his head in disappointment, “I expected more creativity from you, weather woman.”

   “Why do you call me that?” I questioned curiously.

  “What? Weather woman?” I answered his question with a nod. Storm scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly, “Well, that girl at the party called you ‘Rain’ and I thought like the weather. So you became weather woman.”

 “Oh, right. That’s Marcia’s nickname for me.” I said, reminiscing about my first and probably last party. Suddenly I wondered something I should have wondered as soon as I had woken up:

  “How in the world of wizardry and witchcraft am I− are we− still alive?!”

        Storm and Emma exchanged looks, and then burst into laughter. I stared at them with an expression that was a mixture of annoyance, impatience, and confusion.