Uncontrollable

Dark Storms

It was raining. Lightning and thunder chasing each other like dogs with their tails. A loud noise is heard, except it isn't thunder. A door being slammed, a worried mother running out with a baby in her arms. She was all on top of the roof looking around to see look for an escape.

"I'm sorry but he's a monster!"

A man runs out on the roof. She looks at him with fear in her eyes.

"He will never survive out here in this society, we must kill it."

The man slowly walks toward the mother that hated her own son.

The man just looked at her. He didn't say a word. The woman looked back at the street 20 feet below. She held out the baby over the street. She looked back. The baby slowly slipping out of her grip. At that moment the baby screamed out and started crying. The tears and cries bigger and louder than the storm. The mother screamed as she fell of the building, frightened from the sudden sounds. The baby safely falling in the arms of the man.

"I'm so sorry. You're safe now Nova." The man cried with his son. He went over to an orphanage, taped a note on his blanket and left him. The man soon went over to where his wife laid. He pulled out a revolver. Put it to his heart, and pulled the trigger. His tears slowly falling out. People came out and screamed. A siren was heard in the distant. The rain coming down harder than before. A dahlia flower poking out of the man's pocket. It fell out when they picked up the body. It then proceeded to get picked up by the winds. The flower being carried as if a giant was carefully taking it to a destination. After a few hours, the flower finally gets stuck in the will of a window. It somehow gets inside the cold dark room. There another baby is laying in its crib. Wide awake from the storm that his parents are making. The loud commotions and yells. It doesn't cry, just listens. As if it understands everything that is happening. He then sees the flower and smiles. The dahlia flower, so bright it seemed to be glowing. The small boy smiled and closed his eyes. Finally sleeping in peace. Forgetting about the storms that were napping internally and externally. The flower stays on the floor and soon moved by the gusts of wind that come from the window. It goes below the child's crib.

The storm outside soon just becomes a drizzle. Stray papers and trash moved into the gutters. The city becomes silent. Only for a moment, subtle but not subtle enough for some people to notice. Those few people who noticed soon quickly looked for paper and wrote down paragraphs of writing. They mailed it to each other, and soon all those special people knew what was going on. There on a stray envelope that was dropped by accident and carried into the wind was a just a simple paper with one word or rather a name. Ralph.