My story takes place in Africa, when I was just a young girl. I remember my parents quite well, for being just a baby. I remember the way they used to look at me, and the way they said they would always be there for me. Although I was very young, I understood what they meant.
Five years went by. I remember my parents and I being on top of one of the tallest buildings in middle east Africa. My father was there taking pictures, I think. Suddenly, planes were flying everywhere, and guns were going off from the skyborn planes.
I saw planes falling left and right, exploding in front of our eyes. My father tried to hurry my mother and I out of there. But we were too late; at the moment we tried to leave, a plane caught fire, and began the destructing descent to its doom. Little did I know, it was the doom of my parents as well.
Moments later, I remember awakening, and being burried alive underneath the ashes and pieces of the destroyed building. I recall seing my parents lying there, dead. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. My mother and father had tried to save me, but they couldn't. They had such terror in their eyes, and gave me such a loving, yet worried look before they died. I will never forget that look in their eyes, when I looked at them in there last moments of life. Such love, concern, fear; yet in a way it was peaceful.
From that moment on, I was an orphan wandering the streets, in search of parents that I knew I would never see again.
I was soon found by a sweet man named Achmid. He taught me how to fight, beg, steal, and how to live on my own out in the busy world.
Within two years I was the best thief in all of Africa.
For some strange reason, I had an urge to just leave the city and travel south. I was soon on my way to the Sahara. That is where my inner woman was unleashed.
I soon discovered I was gifted with the powers of the weather. And with these powers, I was worshiped as a goddess. For what reason, I was clueless. I did not mind these fellow people looking up to me, but I did not really understand why. One day I met up with a man. He called himself Charles Xavier. He offered me a place on his team, and along with it, a home... a family.
Now here I stand in front of the one who has tried to kill me many times in the past, but has failed, because of the help of my friends. His name is the Shadow King. I stand here in my moment of darkness, as he tries to unleash the powers within me to hurt and destroy the people I love.
I won't allow it. But I can feel him taking over me; I can't hold on much longer.
My friends aren't here now to save me. What shall I do? He knows my weaknesses.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!!" I scream, as he painfully leaves my body.
"You won't harm my friends," I say, "I won't allow you to."
He suddenly takes the form of a creature. As he comes closer, I don't know what to do. My powers are too weak now to do anything. He has drained me of my powers.
"You won't get away from me this time, Storm," the Shadow King says in a hideous ecohing voice. "I won't allow you."
As he stands in front of me, he pulls me up by my hair. Hanging there helplessly, he raises me and back-slaps me with his armored hand.
My face is now aching with pain, and my head swims as a red liquid flows down my body.
As I hang there, he hits me again and again. I feel weak all through my body. My white outfit has now turned red. He finally throws me to the ground, and I cry out in pain.
I hit the ground suddenly, and fast. A thick, red substence splashes all over. I notice that I'm lying in a puddle of my own blood.
My mouth, throat, and hair are flooded with blood. I can bearly see, but I see a large shadowy figure look down upon me.
"No--noooooo, st-stop it," I beg, "Pl-please. No more"
"I have no pity for you, child," he replies.
As I lie there, gushing out blood and moaning in agony, his huge hands grab my body, and he picks me up off the ground, holding me in mid-air.
He starts sqeezing me; I can almost feel the bones in my body grinding. I think to myself, He may think he has the winning of this battle, but, to him, this battle is only to kill me. To me, this is a battle to save my friends, and I'll do anything to save them. Even if he takes my life.
As I hang there in the grip of the palms of his hands, I draw up all my strength and energy. I let all my energy, power, anger, agony, and hate out.
"Aahhhhhh!!! I will not diiiieeee!!! I will not allow you to take my life away from me! You shall die, Shadow King, you shall diiiieeeee!!"
"Aaaahhhhhhh!!!" My powers, and energy I was holding within all went loose. It comes out from my power within. I am dropped, and the Shadow King is struck unconsious.
As he lies there, I get up and ready to kill him, if I see any movment. I am ready to destroy this creature, want him to see everything I've been through, and feel what I have felt.
I want him to feel my pain and sorrow, want him to step into my life of darkness, of being raised with no parents, seeing them die before my eyes. I want to tear him apart, and unleash the evil, the dark side of me.
I want him to live in a world of fire and hatred for the rest of his life.
But now I am free. I am free from the grips of this creature for the rest of my life. I won't have to feel this way any longer.
