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Note: There is a section near the end of this story that could be upsetting to some. Please note that upsetting readers is not what I aspire to do, but to make the story more dramatic it's a necessity. I will note where this part begins and ends for those who wish not to read this section. Thank You - Eeyore

Eye of the Storm

by

Eeyore
(majorwingnut@yahoo.com)

The sirens were blaring in their ears. Kids were screaming, adults were crying and the only thing that kept Miss Fine sane was thinking about the black dress she had saw before she was rushed into the storm shelter.

Meanwhile at the Sheffield’s residences, Mr. Sheffield paced around and around in the cellar while Niles tried to tune a new station in. He kept eyeing his wine collection, tempted to open a bottle, but really was still reeling from his previous drinking binge. C.C. wanted him to open a bottle as well. "Might as well go out in style," she thought to herself.

As the eye of the storm became closer, the noise began to sound like a freight train coming through the walls. Someone in the crowd of people in the shelter panicked and screamed, "We’re all gonna die, we’re all gonna die!" People allowed their emotions to get the best of them and started to argue the fact that this was the second coming. Miss Fine, in her usual jubilee attitude, tried to make peacemaker between the groups of people, but gave up when she realized that no one was listening to her.

"Niles," Mr. Sheffield began, "Why can’t you get that radio to work?"

"I don’t know. I would suppose that the antennas are down and no signals are getting across."

"Why don’t you open a bottle of wine? We might as well drink to our death!" C.C. proclaimed.

"C.C., we’re not going to die. Not until I tell Miss Fine…" Mr. Sheffield was going to say "That I love her," but couldn’t tell it to their faces.

"Tell Miss Fine what, sir," Niles asked in hopes of getting a response that said that he loved her.

"Oh, nothing Niles," Mr. Sheffield said and decided to sit down and relax.

While in the shelter at the mall, a boy walked up to Miss Fine. He didn’t seem scared or terrified that death might be walking up his door. He was calm, eerily calm.

"Hi," the little boy said.

"Hi," Miss Fine responded. "Where’s your mother at?"

"Oh she’s the one that screamed we’re all gonna die. I don’t think we’re gonna die? Are we?" He asked Miss Fine.

"I hope not kid, I have my eye and black strapless dress," she responded to his question. "What’s your name?"

My name is Bradley."

"Mine’s Fran."

"My mother told me to never address an adult with their first name."

"Oh," she said, "Well, why don’t you call me Miss Fine then?"

Bradley smiled, "Why are we in this place?"

"Well, there’s seemed to be a big storm heading our way," Miss Fine started but was interrupted by Bradley’s mother.

"Young man, you do not talk to strangers," Bradley’s mother scolded him.

"But mom, you do it all the time," Bradley wined. Bradley’s mother grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him closer to her side.

"Ah ha! I got a station to come in," Niles gleamed with excitement like he had won the lottery.

The weatherman said, "Those in the vicinity of New York City take cover immediately. There’s a F-2 tornado heading your way. It should be over the city within a few minutes."

Mr. Sheffield could hear the roaring train coming. At least that’s what it sounded like. He was panicked stricken. He didn’t know where Miss Fine was and he was worried about her. She probably was fine, but not knowing her exact whereabouts scared him. What if the tornado hit wherever she was at and killed her. He couldn’t lose another love. He already lost Sarah; he couldn’t stand to lose Fran too.

At the mall the sound was louder. People were beginning to panic. They had never heard a storm being this loud before. The lights were flickering on and off, which just set off more panic. A loud boom was heard and the lights went out. Moms and Dads were screaming for their kids, while their kids screamed for them. People were scared for their life, knowing that they didn’t have any control of whether they lived, were injured, or even worse yet, death. Fran felt lost in the sea of people. There was no one to comfort her fears. No one to brush away the tears and tell her it would be okay. The only man who could do that was too bull headed.

The loud rumbling of the storm began to move away from the Sheffield’s house, but the sky was as black as night. The radio announcer kept announcing where the storm was headed to.

"Niles, can you turn that radio off?" Mr. Sheffield asked, rubbing his fingers on his head trying to magically rub his hangover headache away. "I have a bloody headache and that noise the radio is making is turning my headache into a migraine!"

"Sorry sir, but this is our only form of communication with the outside world. As soon as we are given the all clear," but Niles was interrupted by the radio announcer.

"Ladies and gentleman, I have terrible news. The tornado which now has been upgraded to an F-3 has touched down at the mall. Debris is everywhere. Currently I don’t have any information on any injuries, or God forbid death, but…" Maxwell suddenly tuned out the radio announcer

He quietly cried to himself, "Oh no. Miss Fine was probably at the mall. Probably devastated and upset she probably did what made her happiest."

C.C. recognized that Maxwell was upset. It didn’t take her long to realize why.

"You don’t reckon that she was there, Maxwell?" C.C. asked.

"Who was where," Niles chimed in not putting two and two together.

"Miss Fine," Maxwell stated. "I bet that Miss Fine went to the mall to help get over me firing her. Where else would she have gone?"

The three of them tuned into the radio announcer again who was telling people that the tornado was over the water and it was safe to come out of the shelter, but told people that it was not safe to venture out on the streets because of the lack of power and down power lines.

"Well," C.C. started to say, "Don’t let a F-3 tornado stop you from getting the girl of your dreams. Take your feet and start walking," she ordered Maxwell.

"Yeah! C.C and I will wait here for the kids when ever they get home. Go and make sure she’s okay," Niles told him.

"Well, if you guys think so, than I guess I will," Maxwell said who was in a bit of shock.

The mall had come off its foundation. Bricks that had held up the outer walls had cave in, making the roof collapse throughout the mall. The shelter in the mall didn’t stand a chance. The bricks had collapse in, upon themselves, making it a grizzly scene. People had been knocked around like the paper dolls, broken bones were sticking out of their owner’s skin and some were bruised to the point where they were unrecognizable.

Moaning and groaning could be heard throughout the shelter. After a few moments after the impact of the tornado, people started to call out for their loves ones that they were at the mall with. Few calls were answered right away, but most didn’t hear a whisper. Some cried, some were in shocked, not knowing what to do.

Bradley’s mother had predicted her own omen, she was instantly killed when part of the ceiling came down as a dagger and puncture her in the throat making her bleed to death. Bradley, on the other hand, was knock out cold, but was still breathing. Children seemed to be the ones that were spared. Most mothers made the ultimate sacrifice and protected their children from the falling debris with their own body, even if that meant death for them.

Miss Fine was alive but barley. She was unconscious and loosing blood slowly, but dangerously quickly. She had suffered a puncture wound when she pushed Bradley out of the way of it. The debris had lodged a few inches in her chest, near her heart.

The mall came off its foundation. Many people who sought refuge in the mall shelter unfortunately were killed. All the children survived, but had some injuries. One person that was killed was Bradley’s mother, but Bradley was sparred when Miss Fine saw a piece of debris about to fall on him. She pushed him out of the way of it, but the debris had become lodged in her. If emergency medical technicians didn’t arrive soon and rush her to the hospital, she also would become a dead victim of the storm.

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