[Angelia]

Originally Posted by snowflake.

Moon
-she/her | precognition
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Moon flinched when the wind started blowing, and looked at Vortex in alarm. What? Why had Wendy just collapsed? Somehow, somehow she knew this was all her fault... Her fault, her fault... She seemed paralyzed, in the midst of a hurricane brewing. staring at the form of unconscious Vortex. Her mind flashed back to a memory... She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to suppress the hazy memory. She had more important things to do. And suddenly she was free from the paralyzation, racing over to Wendy. "Oh no..." She whispered. She put her paw on Vortex's chest, feeling relieved as she felt that she was still breathing. What to do, what to do...? In the vision, Wendy's mom had stopped the wind by making Wendy unconscious. But this didn't seem the case now. My fault, my fault... She didn't know what to do. A lump formed in her throat, hopelessness fluttering in her chest.
--- @Bluest+r~ @Kaida @ollie

 

Wendy was coming in from school, when she heard it. Yelling. Shouting. Thumping against a wall. Wendy raced in, dropping her backpack on the kitchen floor, and ran into the living room, and saw something she couldn't believe. Her father, a big red-haired man with a huge, strong chest, was hitting her mother! In her utter shock, Wendy stood stock still. Her mother's face had a huge bruise on it, right on the cheek. Wendy had noticed that last week, but she hadn't thought to ask her mother what it was. But now, she knew. Her father had been hitting her mother.
"Shut up! Shut up!" her father yelled.

"I haven't done anything, I swear!" came her mother's tearful, panicked reply.

"W-whats going on?" 8 1/2 year old Wendy asked, shell shocked.

Both her parents turned. Or in this case, her father turned and dragged her mom, whose shirt he had a hold of, with him.

"Nonya business." her father glowered at her. Wendy could smell something on his breath.... maybe alchohol. That would explain the bottles lying around, at any rate.

"It is my business!" Wendy yelled. "That's my mother, and your wife your hitting!"

"No.... please, Wendy, don't!" her mother pleaded with her. But Wendy was much too angry to calm down.

"YOUR HITTING MY MOTHER!!!!" Wendy screamed. All around her, wind blew. Windows shattered, sending glass everywhere. Furniture clattered against the wall in the raging wind, and this time, there was no calm, soothing mother to help her control herself. Her father stared, dropped her mother's shirt. Wendy was still mad.

"HOW DARE YOU, YOU *BLEEP*!" Wendy's storm worsened, and her silver eyes glowed with rage.

Meanwhile, her father seemed to recover his wits. "Y-you're a freak!" he sputtered.

Wendy felt so, so mad. Her father was abusive. And he didn't even deny it. Jut called her a freak. "It's better than being a monster....." she hissed. Nearby, the lake next to their house began to churn as the wind came from the building to the water, and the water rose up in a funnel, and became a hurricane. The hurricane entered the house, but Wendy and her mother where whirled up in a swirl of wind, protecting them from the watery, deadly hurricane.

But Wendy's father didn't have that protection. Around him, he hurricane centered itself, and the mini tornado holding Wendy's mother disappeared, as she was no longer in danger. Wendy flew over to her father, and used the wind to make the water enclose her father in a bubble. She wasn't even thinking. It was like her brain and sense of right and wrong had deserted her, like her brain had stepped back and said, 'Go on, whatever you do, he deserves it.' Wendy did not question this. In the watery bubble, her father was drowning. And Wendy didn't care. Her father was dead within minutes. The air guided the water back to the lake, was Wendy was so mad that the hurricane continued, and became something even she couldn't control. When Wendy came to herself, what she had done struck her then. She got on her knees, and sobbed. She had killed her father. Wendy's mother came up next to her, speaking to her, but Wendy did not hear her. "Oh god, I'm a murder." she said. She wasn't so much sad about killing her father. She was sad that she had killed someone in the first place, and that she had even felt it necessary.

The hurricane killed 30 people, in the end. Not counting Wendy's father, that is. Wendy and her mother dumped his body in the lake, and it looked like a suicide. Which was a total lie, but no one would believe the real story. And not that anyone would share it.

Vortex woke up from the vision, and around her the hurricane stopped. She trembled. Oh god, why then? She hoped that the other cat, Moon, didn't see that as well. If she did, then Vortex was screwed. She would be talking to her later after all. In fact, Vortex was right above her. "I-i'm fine now," Vortex said weakly. She was tired now, but she still sat up and decided to pay attention. Never mind that she had started a hurricane and blacked out.

@snowflake.
@ollie.
@Bluest+r~