by Sonhaven and Grimm
The clothes that Tayden received from the relief workers at the shelter were itchy. Itchy was a strange sensation. The name tag on the overalls said Bob Jenkins.
I wonder if this guy is naked now, Tayden thought with a laugh. The people in the shelter where the strange big guy brought him were all pretty upset, an understatement if there ever was one.
Tayden walked over to a little girl clutching an old-looking, one-eyed doll. She was so scared she didn't notice him at first. Tayden smiled as the girl look up at him. Her grip on the doll loosened, and she smiled. She felt warm inside, like she was at home under the covers.
"Hello... what's your name?" Tayden said, looking at the doll.
The girl giggled. "She can't talk, but her name is Lori."
"Oh... and who are you?" said Tayden.
"I'm Emma." The girl's smiled vanished as she said, "A tree fell on my mommy... My mommy is in heaven, now."
"Yes, she is, Emma, but she's also in here, honey... always." Tayden pointed to the young girl's heart and then hugged her almost as tight as she had embraced the doll.
At that moment, clarity of purpose struck Tayden. He knew as sure as he was human now that he was here to comfort. He was here to try and help as many Emmas as possible to not lose their mommies. Helping the brave men who saved him was a good place to start. But for now there were a lot of people in this building who needed a shoulder, and he had two.
Tayden suddenly felt sure. Wings or no wings, it was time to go to work.
As Grimm and Blackwulf made their way toward the city, they noticed a light in a nearby building.
"Hey! Hey! Up here! Wooooo!"
They looked up toward a balcony. A young woman with brown hair was leaning over the railing with a beer in one hand. She lifted up her shirt with one hand, exposing her breasts.
"It's a hurricane party! C'mon up and join the fun!"
"Comrade, she is having large tits. I am thinking she would bear many puppies."
"Wulf, these idiots are having a party during the biggest storm since Camille. I'm honestly tempted to leave them to their fates."
"Whooooahhhh!" The girl suddenly pitched forward and fell over the railing.
"Do not worrying, I am catching you!" Wulf shouted over the wind. And catch her he did. "You are being okay, yes?"
"Y-yesh -- hic -- You know, you're kin'a cute..."
Grimm was growing more annoyed every minute they spent there. "Listen, do you have any friends up there? We've got to get out of here fast."
"Nope. Jusht me. They all leff me. They always do." The girl pouted in Blackwulf's arms.
Suddenly, they were startled by a voice off the side. "Through howling winds and pouring rain, all evil shall fear the Hurricane!"
They turned and looked behind them to see a man of about average height wearing a green-and-black costume, with green hair and a green cape. He was standing on top of a parked yellow Volkswagen. "What treachery is this? What harm have you done to that poor girl, you monsters?"
"Oh, great. Listen, pal, we don't have time for this. In case you haven't noticed, there's a real hurricane about to slam into this island full-force," Grimm informed the stranger.
"Ah, but I have noticed. Get that citizen to safety. I shall deal with the threat with my Hurri-powers!" he stoically said.
"Riiiiighhhht... Listen, we have to go now. You have fun playing in the storm." Grimm and Blackwulf resumed walking toward the apartment, the girl still in Wulf's arms, now passed out.
The man leapt from the top of the car and bolted out toward the storm. He jumped up into the winds and was carried aloft. "I'm flying! I'm really flying! Yeah! No one can stop me!" He was carried full into the vortex of the hurricane.
"Greem, he IS flying. Look." Blackwulf pointed at the man.
"That idiot's not flying, Wulf. He's been pulled into the storm. It must be closer than we figured. C'mon, we've got to get back to safety. It's almost night."
And the two headed back to the apartment complex.
"Okay, okay, one more," Tayden said as the laughing Hurricane Jason refugees crowded around him and became quiet to listen to what he had to say.
"You're not going to believe this next one. What if I told you that it wasn't Helen of Troy but Hal of Troy. Paris was gayer than a--"
Just then, Tayden was interrupted by a loud swinging open of the shelter doors. It was the big guy and another familiar face.
Grimm dragged in the drunk woman as the Russian called Blackwulf sported two large women on each of his shoulders as well as a huge grin, to boot.
"Here's a few more that are going to stay whether they want to or not," Grimm said, rather perturbed. He was just about to go back out into the angry storm when he felt a strangely warm hand grab his wrist.
"Wait," Tayden said with a solemn stare. "I can help."