1"This is not going to be good." Oliver muttered, head tilted back as his steps picked out a quicker rhythm. He'd missed the bus, too busy talking to a teacher, and was now stuck walking home, a looming four miles away. Shrugging his shoulders in defeat and giving in to the inevitable, Oliver walked even faster and waited to be drenched.
What started as a light trickle ten minutes into his walk soon turned to a cascade of hard bullets pounding into his scalp and shoulders.
Even be with his hood up, Oliver had streams of warm water pouring into his eyes and mouth. Blinking hard and repeatedly, trying to clear out the water blurring his vision, the teen completely missed the bold streak lightning just over his head.
Soon enough, his eyes had cleared again and Oliver sprinted for home. The rain was calming, slowing first to a sprinkle and then to a complete standstill. Oliver pulled back into a walk, keeping a wary eye on the storm overhead. He was shivering somewhat violently, but managed to ignore it until he had a coughing fit. Doubled over and clutching at his torso, Oliver didn't see the eye of the storm pass him by, and didn't know it had until the unrelenting water was once again beating down on him.
Thunder rumbled, so loud Oliver knew it had to be extremely close. The next round of booming no is e had the ground shaking and Oliver lost his footing, falling to his knees.
This time, he didn't miss the jagged flash of light headed for him, and suddenly, he was alive with pain. it coated his insides and settled deep in his bones as he fell unconscious.
"No," Oliver heard, head swimming and sense unclear. He was falling into sleeps dark embrace again, but he heard one last thing: "He will never speak again."