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The Limousine in a Rainstorm
The limousine took it's departure from the hotel...well off individuals piled in...already opening bottles of champagne passing the wine glasses around,
It was a slow and dreary ride outside the limousine...this simply because of the rain that had begun to crash down all around them,
Rain drops that hit the exterior of the elongated vehicle as if hail had begun to form,
Although how could one be sure when the rain had become so heavy...one could potentially begin to call it a typhoon.
The smell in the air was of hydrogen thick molecular change...largely the work of intense rainfall that was making the individuals inside just a little on edge,
A champagne was passed around again...this time a bottle of jagermister was opened and poured for anxiety relief,
Although the rain began to get just a bit stronger...no line of sight was available now for the driver...speed brought down to a speedful twenty miles now,
The individuals inside were getting antsy...they might have to turn around they were told
This they did in time just before the storm became too horrendous to contain wheel control,
A sudden hole burst through the the limousine roof...bottles of wine and liqour shattered...people screaming and running for the corners of the vehicle,
Rain began pouring in...the limousine took a sudden stop on the side of the road...what kind of rock just came through the roof,
It's on fire...A rock...what rock....why is it here...is there a creature coming out of it...it looks human...no wait...we didn't do it....noo.
The driver heard screams from inside the limousine...running way he did...running for a house on the corner of a city block,
Inside he had to find a place to hide...the sounds of growls heard from outside...it's just a rainstorm,
It was different in the air now...that smell...of gore...of violence...why me I'm just a limousine driver...what hit my vehicle,
It had to be an animal...no wait don't come in here...oh my...your over seven feet tall...no don't hurt me...stop...i have a....growl....growl.
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