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myw · 06-25-2013, 06:40 AM

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Sometimes, on a rainy day, there will be someone who simply stands in it. One is compelled wonder about such a person. Who are they? Why are they just standing there? Are they cold? Or do they need to cool off? What reason could they have? The mind sends to the person, because it wants to understand. But no one ever approaches them. Whatever their reasons, they are their own- it is their choice to allow the rain to chill them to the bone.
Sometimes, when it is foggy or dark, one might even wonder if that person is at person at all.

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Dr. Johns woke up. He had been dreaming for the first time in a while. As he forced himself to an upright position, he began losing the dream's details. Something about rain? He got up and stretched. His muscles protested a little, being used properly for the first time in four weeks. He felt... alright today. In fact, he didn't know why he had been confined to this bed for weeks in the first place. He had just been so tired. So, so very tired. No, it wasn't only that. He just couldn't continue working. There was no point, somehow. His fervor for research and experimentation had just died, suddenly. More than anything else, he had wanted to leave. He wanted to change anything, everything, and go somewhere else- leaving this choking feeling of emptiness behind. And there was that dripping in his head...

But he was alright, now. Luckily, he was too important for them to send back to the surface. Dr. Johns forced a smile as he checked out of the medbay. He shook some vigor into his step as he exited. There was nothing wrong with him, he was fine. Great, actually. As he mentally patted himself on the back, he bumped into Lucille.

"Lucille?" He asked, recognizing his new transfer. She looked at him with glassy, dark eyes. The same eyes he saw in the mirror four weeks ago. "Hello, sir..." Her eyes fluttered. He caught her as she stumbled.

Johns gestured to the attendant at the front desk to help Lucille, as thoughts rushed in his mind. What was going on? Was it some kind of sickness? No, if it was, more would have caught it. His forced smile left him as he came upon a revelation. The experiment had probably gone bad.

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The Inundating Rain stepped out of the pool of thoughts and wasted wishes. It shook its cloak- no water came off. The eel swimming inside of its skull slithered quickly, disliking the change in environment. A small fish in its mouth dish breached and fell out. Slowly, it reached out and caught the fish, and put it back where it belonged. It then noticed that something was wrong.

"Where's the rain?" it said, in a hollow voice.

Thousands and thousands of meters up, a cloud formed and began to grow dense. Moments later, a light rain began to fall.

The Inundating Rain opened its ruined umbrella. The rain still was not falling. It looked up.

A ceiling.

A cold, rapid fury grew inside of it. Why. Why a ceiling? It was pointless.

The cloud began spiraling, drawing other clouds in, devouring them. The rain began falling harder, faster, faster than the gravity guiding it. It pattered against the ocean and... pierced it. The droplets, frozen, pierced four hundred meters and finally stopped their descent. Slowly, other droplets began piercing deeper and deeper...

The Inundating Rain waited. The dark anger remained, but it was calm, cold, patient.
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Dr. Johns rushed to his lab. He was cold. He wanted to leave. The dripping in his head became stronger.

That was what he was afraid of.

"Jones!" he yelled at the guard at his door, who was slouched over. "JONES!"

He got closer to the guard. It was no good, he realized. Jones' unconscious, glazed eyes stared at the ground.

Dr. Johns grimaced and took the man's sidearm. He could already feel whatever it was weighing down on him again.

What did I do? What have I done? It was just so simple. The thought engine and the rainwater. The water that always falls. I hoped. I hoped it would...

He shook his head. His hopes were probably gone, now. This didn't mean anything anymore. He just had to make his own amends. Then... then he'd go somewhere. Somewhere nice. Sunny.

He opened the door and came face to face with The Inundating Rain.

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The Inundating Rain slowly turned his head towards the man.

"w-who are you? How'd you get..." The man paused, realizing what he was looking at. "I can't... how... how did something like you... I've got to-" He stopped talking suddenly and drew his gun up.

The Inundating Rain stared at the weapon. How dangerous. And it was not raining yet. It was getting impatient- a cold agitation swam through it. Dangerous. It would have to take it away. The Inundating Rain weightlessly stepped forward.

Johns gulped as the monster approached him slowly. His hand shook. He felt the dripping even stronger now- it felt like rain. He could actually feel its coldness, on his shoulders, on his arm.
"This is my fault..."
He pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.
"Huh?"
Dr. Johns looked at his gun hand. Blood was dripping from it. From his arm, too. Even his shoulders. He couldn't curl his fingers. His tendons were cut.

"The rain is here." The skull faced cloak figure whispered. It reached out and grabbed his gun. It was so weak, but the gun was pried away. When did it get so close? Water began dripping from holds in the ceiling.

The Inundating Rain dropped the gun in its mouth tray. It sunk, disturbing a fish. It stared at the man who had threatened it. Its cold anger rippled. Then, it left him.
The eel shot out of its eye and down the mans throat. The man's eyes bulged, and four seconds later he drowned.

The room began flooding, a thin layer of water coating the ground. The Inundating Rain collected its eel and left. Where ever it walked, shards of rain pieced the ceiling, and water began streaming in. It would turn the ceiling to dust. Then, everything here could drown in peace.

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