Gifted: Hermitcraft

Hurricane

(No POV, because I like it that way.)

A little bit off of Hermitcraft's shores, a swirling spiral-yes, of doom-was ravaging everything in its path. Xisuma had looked at the shores a few moments ago, but did not see the gray dot in the distance. If he did, it was 'not important'. But a valuable lesson shall be learned.

NEVER IGNORE THE GRAY DOT.

EVER.

(Scar's POV)

Scar did not know what to feel. 

Should he be happy? No. He died.

Should he be feeling the 'dead mood'? No. It was a calm sunny day.

But neither of these mattered.

The Dead Team were having a meeting, their eyes shifting over to the front of the graveyard.

Grimdog.

Grim (Or Ren. Or, I'll just call him Gren. Nah.) was a gray person, like the rest of his team. He had cracked sunglasses over his eyes, and wore a black robe, just like the Grim Reaper. He had a cold smile, and had eyes simmering with hate. In his right hand, he held a startling bright trident that did not fit with his surroundings. He swung the trident into the air to get his team's attention.

"Greetings. Welcome to the tenth meeting.", he said.

Tenth? Scar's eyebrows raised in questioning. 

"We are here today to welcome two new recruits to our humble team." Grim beckoned to Scar and another person somewhere else in the back. 

Scar shakily got up and made his way next to Grim.

Then he saw who else died.

"Cub?", he thought in despair. "Noooo!"

Cub was one of the older hermits, and was balding at the top of his head. He wore an elegant lab coat, and usually had fair skin. 

But since he's dead, not so much.

Cub's skin was gray, just like Scar's.

Cub walked up to the front, and when he looked up and saw Scar, he stared. (Oh, yes. He's SCAR-RED) 

There wasn't much time to gawk though, as the stone around them were whipped up into the air by powerful winds and hit Scar in the head.

"What on-", was his last thought before he blacked out.

(Tinfoil's POV)

Tinfoil glanced at his ceiling. "Something's brewing up there.", he muttered. But he shrugged it off. Those above were always doing something.

He put down a block of honey, and wondered if he could use it as a lamp.

"Probably.", he thought.

Then all of a sudden, the roof above Tinfoil was ripped away, and revealed the gray stormy sky. 

He tried to hold on, but he was whipped up into the air and fell down by at least a minimum of  ten blocks high. 

Tinfoil watched as the stone he had put together was ripped apart in absolute shock.

And fainted.

(Stress's POV)

Stress had felt the wind before she knew what it was. "Windy today!", she whispered a bit cheerfully to Xisuma whose eyes flickered in her direction in agreement.

"Ah, yes. I think there's a heavy rainstorm on the way here.", Xisuma replied, suspiciously looking up at the darkening sky.

And then, the most comical and cartoon-like thing happened.

Stress had looked away for a moment to listen to Grim, and when she looked back, she saw Xisuma hanging on to a tree, being blown away.

"Streeesssss!", he groaned. "Huh, strange.", Stress thought as she ran over. "Xisuma never groaned before. Is it this bad?" Stress tugged Xisuma with all her might, but felt a tombstone smack into her stomach with a sudden impact. 

As she crumpled to the ground, she saw Xisuma screaming as he span off into the air.

(Grim's POV)

Grim had tried to run.

Really, he did. But then, he tripped over a spare totem of undying that had appeared seemingly from nowhere. 

"MY TOTEMS! THEY'RE ALL BLOWING AWAY! AND SO AM I! SOMEBODY HELP!"

Grim turned around and saw a shocked Xisuma being blown away, and an unconscious Stress.

Cub was on the ground, panicked over an unconscious Scar.

Stone, dirt, and gravel were flying through the air.

Grim dove to the side to avoid an incoming dirt meteor (of doom). 

But he failed to notice that he was diving into a grave.

"Grim is grim-diggity-dead again.", he thought sadly as dirt piled up around him.

"And I'll be buried alive. Oh, someone! Anyone! Help!", was his weak voice coming out of the newly buried grave.