The sky over New York city was black. The clouds had all amassed themselves together to form a wall that blotted out the sun. Dogs howled in warning of the omnipotent as busy passers by walked up and down the streets nervous of the rain they knew would soon begin to fall. The air was electrifying. Thick with presence. Filled with meaning.
Max Wavechrest hurried along the crowded streets. The heavens let loose there bounty. The rain hit the ground hard. Max jumped for cover under the canopy of a fish stall to shield his canvas from the rain.
“OH COME ON” He yelled stamping his foot on the ground. His brown hair lying limp on his head. He ruffled his hair around with no avail at making it any better. He stood under the canopy sneaking a look of the sky. There was no hope the rain was going to stop. Max looked at the shop keeper who was closing up shop, taking the stall apart and getting ready to roll in the canopy before it got completely saturated.
“Oh no please don’t,” Max began gesturing toward the canopy “Just two minutes, please. Just until the rain stops, please sir, please”. But to no avail the shop keeper shock his head at Max as the canopy began to reseed into the wall.
“Oh no, I’m asking you, please sir just-” Max requested angrily but it was two lat the canopy was gone and all that was left was the unrhythmic tapping of rain on his head. Max was quick to action running into a side street for some cover from the now brooding storm. Standing against the grimy wall Max was trying to stuff the canvas up his coat so as to avoid it getting wet. He had paid good money for it and didn’t see why it should be wasted just because of a bit of bad weather.
The cloud finally unleashed to their fullest. The water began to hurtle down in torrents towards the now empty streets. The still swelling clouds roamed around the sky like fish in a pond as the wicked wind battered them across the vast grey playing field that was the sky.
The sky roared above Max’s head. The wind was beginning to change and Max was soon able to feel the full brunt of the storm. The thunder bellowed over head making it hard for Max to even hear his thoughts which were few and far between at that moment. The rain battered his face, the thunder was savaging his ears and the lighting blinded him.
The storm had a mind of its own.
Max began to run onto the main street. Max fell hard onto the wet ground .
“AGH” he yelled in pain. There was a deep gash in his forehead. Max put his hands on the ground to lift himself up. He felt heat underneath his palm. Shielding his eyes from the veracious weather Max swept the stray newspapers from the area.
Max withdrew in horror,
“A body!” He exclaimed. Clearing the rest of the area Max grabbed the body by the shoulders and turned it towards him.
The storm raged on above the scene.
Max looked at the man. About his age with dark brown hair, he was wearing a strange black suit with a white symbol on the chest.
“what the hell..” Max said as he looked at the unconscious body.
The man jumped to alertness grapping Max’s head and drawing him near, he looked into Max’s eyes with an intensity so deep it seared Max tried to avert his gaze, but the man was so strong. With fleeting breathe the figure relinquished one word from his pursed lips,
“SPECTRUM”
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