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4. Storm (Part 3)
“Crazy idiot!” raged Emma, “Came out of thin air! I’ll bet he thinks he owns this place!”
Aliyah breathed again, “That was really close! We could have been killed!”
They sat is silence, contemplating their narrow escape. Emma went pale, considering what might have happened, and she stared at the wheel blankly.
Aliyah knew the look and took her hand. “The important thing is that we are still in one piece. Not sure I can say the same about whoever went flying by!”
She peered outside through the windshield. She thought she could see smoke rising.
“He must have been blind or drunk !” Emma found her anger again. “Or stoned!”
“Well you can say that again, literally! Whoever it is appears to have crashed. We’d better help.”
“Oh, no, I am not going out there! Who knows what kind of psycho we have run into in the middle of the desert? Let’s get out of here!”
Emma released the brakes and hit the gas pedal. The engine revved.
“But we can’t just leave the scene of an accident!”
Emma stared at her friend, and then outside. She was now thinking considerably more about what had happened, and her face turned anxious. She looked to her left.
“I can’t get out. There is a boulder blocking my door.”
She tried the gas pedal again. The engine revved but the car would not move.
“Okay, stop. I’ll take a look.”
“Stay put, Aliyah! We don’t know who or what is out there! Didn’t you see how it came out of nowhere?” Emma sounded frantic.
“It? You’ve been watching too many movies! That who or what could be injured, even dying!”
“Not this one!” cried Emma as she peered out through the windshield. Rain was beating down hard. Then she let out a shriek,
“Oh, no! It’s coming this way!”
“It?”
“No, he! With an ax! Or is it a hammer? Lock your window Aliyah, quick!”
Emma hit the gas again, revving the engine hard. But the car seemed to be fully stuck. She tried the reverse, but that didn’t work either.
She turned to Aliyah, her face white. “What shall we do?”
The dark, menacing figure outside approached the window slowly, stopped and regarded them silently for a moment. Then came the sound of metal tapping glass, twice.
“Well, whoever it is doesn’t scare me…” said Aliyah. She rolled down the window, thrust her head out into the rain and shouted:
“Hi, I'm Aliyah...”
Her voice trailed off as she found herself looking into the steely muzzle of a rifle and then at a tall figure gazing down at her. Lightning flashed and she saw the rugged face of a man. He had long hair falling to his shoulders.
They weighed each other in silence.
Then an icy voice cut through the tumult of the storm:
“I am Thor.”
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