We were both silent at first, trying to find baring now in the light of this place compared to the dense dimness of the black jungle.“Home sweet home.” Smiled Cook with a boyish grin that gave me the giggles too.“We should get away from here, those things are still behind us.” I said moving on, “Come on Prowler.”
“Prowler?” smirked Cook with an irritated frown, “You gave it a name?”
“Yeah, Prowler. Ten guesses why…” I answered jokingly, much to Cook’s dismay. “Rek, we cant let this thing tag along with us!”
“What?” I frowned as we walked, Prowler faithfully beside me standing higher than me, “Why not?”
“Why?” laughed Cook sarcastically, blatantly against this beast joining us, “Because we don’t know when it will strike at us, or if we can trust this thing! Look at it! It’s a fucking giant against you Rek! It’s not a pet!” he said, his voice raised.
Stopping, I turned to face him, “First of all, I didn’t say he was my pet. Secondly Mr. Cook, who the hell do you think you are telling me what I can do? Incase you haven’t noticed, this isn’t exactly London or where ever the hell it is that your from! This is hell!”
“You can’t be serious Rek!” urged Cook angrily, “We can’t trust it!”“Well I do.” I said sternly, “So you if you want to fight about it, go kick the shit out of a tree but don’t bring it here.” I said walking off again, leaving Cook and his distrust and faithlessness behind me.
Silence clung between us as we head forward, horizontal to the menacing mountains. The only break to the eeriness was the rage in the sky, the lighting and thunder. As we walked in silence, I watched the blackness on our bodies from that ashen place and kept watching the desolate, decaying area around us for any further threat. But we were alone in this deserted place, three black smudged and bloody, bruised beings heading on to nothingness and peril.
The further we grew from the black and burnt jungle, the narrower it became and by the time I turned to face Cook who had slogged behind me, I realized that it was nothing more now than just a black line, as though contracting away now that we had past through it.“How’s your ribs holding out?” asked Cook wearily. “Hurts like fuck, but then again everything…”
Before I could utter my sentence finished, a roar echoed across the sky, unlike another before it - loud and ferocious, roaring almost. The three of us spun around in alarm as the blackest of tornado’s screamed down towards the ground roughly 30 yards off, its spiraling black funnel lifting the dust from this crusted, blood soaked earth to the air.
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Amazed and taken by its beauty, both Cook and I stared at it in wonder and marvel as it tore at the ground, ripping decayed trees and boulders into the air. “Wow.” Said Cook in awe, when Prowler began to howl beside us, scampering backwards.“Yeah its awesome huh?” I smiled at him as he scampered more and more backwards. I turned back to face the tornado, seeing now that another funnel was descending towards the ground beside it, roughly 30 yards off as well.“Holy shit!” said Cook, moving back. “We better move!” I said pulling at his arm.“Move?” he frowned tugging loose, “And miss seeing this!”“They could swing coarse, change direction!” I urged, pulling at him again.“What, because your stupid pet is crying?” he said rudely when a third funnel sped down, the air now filled with the roaring of three black tornado’s. the power of the wind around them already touching the dirt at our feet, blowing through our hair.I grabbed his arm again, “Cook, we have to find cover before those things turn this way!” The words barely escaped the tips of my lips when a ‘zing’ sound aired and we turned to the three menacing funnels, almost several feet wide each and through the air came hurtling toward us a massive decayed tree that smashed to the ground and skid in various chunks on the ground. We watched then as one of the tornado’s flung up bodies laying on the earth in the far distance like puppets.
“Oh my god!” He nod following me, almost unable to take his eyes from the magnificent sight, “Ok, we got to go!”
As we scurried away in a jog type run, the roaring grew stronger and the winds picked up as dirt flung around us as the three twisters tore at the land, ravaging rotten trees and boulders from their places on the ground and having them flung away. As we neared the base end of the mountain, the earth at our feet slanted downwards to a wide stretch of brush that bore white chunks of boulders and thick brown trunks of trees that once, before whatever darkness set in, grew tall and proud. The plateau at that moment seemed like a chess board with broken pieces. As we stood on the verge of the mound, another massive trunk flew over our heads and crushed into the ground and boulders. We began to dart down the sloped ground, through the decayed plateau, past the boulders and trees. Prowler had not difficulty leaping atop the boulders while, we had to circle them. Trying to shorten my route to safety somewhere in the mountains across this field of broken chess pieces, I miss stepped and toppled down to the ground. Cook spun for me, ever watchful and hurried to help me to my feet when the giant masses of spinning winds reached the top of the slope, just feet away from us, roaring and gushing wind down with immense force before all three of them finally sucked into each other and became one large, monstrosity of wind and blackness.
Cook and I continued to sprint towards the mountain, dashing to evade the boulders and trunks of this ground as the thick, fat vicious funnel of wind tore down into the slope. Prowler had already reached the foot of the gloomy mountain, but stood worriedly waiting for us, fearful of the twister and growling at it. With just more than a yard of plateau to cross, Cook and I hurtled from the wind as boulders and trunks went spiraling into the air and then tossed out angrily around us.
As we rounded a trunk and made our last sprint across the final feet of the plateau towards the base where Prowler waited and danced for us impatiently, a great silver boulder of earth flung through the air, whizzing as it tumbled and then it smashed through the top section of the trunk behind us, splintering it into shreds as it hurtled towards us.Both myself and Cook flung our bodies down to the ground and the boulder crashed down inches from us, rolling away as shards of it flung around its orb. More of this plateau sucked up to the tornado and Cook, the guide as always, had my hand in his, pulling me towards the base of the mountain where we hoped, to find some form of shelter. Prowler pranced to the side, darting along and up and around the sharp rock face of this stone beast, climbing higher and faster and further away from the flying debris, so much faster than we could manage to maintain a distance from this spinning force of wind.
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As we struggled to find a decent point for us to climb up at, more and more debris flung around us, the wind so strong it deafened everything and almost blinded us to keep our eyes open at its gale.The mountain stretched up high, with sharp and menacing rocks and the more we ran along to find a place to actually physically gain momentum onto the mountain range, the more logs and rocks crashed around us. Prowler had already maneuvered ahead, through the ledges and rocks by the time, Cook guided me through a narrow passage like gap in the rock face itself.The gap was narrow and deep and as we ran I saw Prowler running up top along with us and in this narrow passageway between the cold rocks the force and sound of the wind was over powering. I turned to see the position of the tornado and it managed to climb the base, running on the side and then, as though it slipped, the funnel fell down the pass in the rock face sucking and screaming.
Without looking, I rammed into Cook and stumbled down confused and frightened when he turned to face me in horror, the gap in the face had reached its end. We were trapped and the suction was violent over the gap in the rock base and nearing us louder and louder. I turned up and faithfully, Prowler stood above us. “Prowler!” I gasped, shoving Cook aside in a frantic fear, “Cook, lift me up!”“What?” he asked, his voice muffled by the wind. “Pick me the fuck up!” I screamed as the blackness neared and neared on us. Cook immediately reacted, grabbing my foot and hoisting me upwards, my hand stretched out for Prowler. “Come on Prowler!” I shouted in panic. Cook watched from below, confused and terrified of the approaching wind. Prowler lowered his head and opened his mouth to my confused dismay and Cook cried out, “For the love of God! Help us!”
Then, as though trained, Prowler gently put his mouth over my hand I took hold of his fangs and he raised me out, my heart fell numb and he put me down beside him.“Rekara!” called Cook in alarm and I scurried to the edge, holding down my hand for him when as though an apparition, the tornado emptied out and the air fell silent as the funnels dust and dirt filled air evaporated. The silence was welcoming but broken by Cook grunting, “Hello? Can I get a damned hand out of here?”Laughing, I knelt down again, and took his hand to hoist him upwards.
“Thanks bro.” he smiled as he got to his feet beside me and Prowler on the first edges of this malicious looking mountain of cold grey stone and rock. Cook turned to Prowler and pat him on the side, “That was a pretty impressive job you did there boy.”“Trust him now?” I asked grinning like a self righteous bastard. Cook sighed shaking his head, grinning smug, “It takes a lot for me to trust anyone, or anything. But yes, Prowler may stay.”I was about to laugh finally, after all the dilemma and chaos when a boulder crashed down just feet from us from the sky, shocking us back to the reality of this dangerous place, and our new adventure to survive in this forsaken place, Doom Mountain.
As we stood looking at this menacing sight, I felt momentarily asleep and that this sight and everything I felt, all the pain and blood and black ash, even the sky and the world and the passage was all a dream. Then a ice cold tingle touched my face and I looked up as a downpour sloshed down from the black sky in torrents of hard rain.
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