CycloneBlade: Prologue

The smell of the salty sea air brushed through the beach house master bedroom screen door. Lightning flashed and I awoke in fright. I look to my husband laying next to me who was sound asleep. I flopped back down on my pillow with sweat dripping into my eyes causing them to sting. damn. I thought. first night on the honeymoon and I’m stilling having night-terrors. So I got up from the bed, pulled down my tank top that somehow rolled upwards when I was sleeping  and put on my denim shorts. I sighed heavily as I looked back to my husband Chris lying there, I blew him a kiss and walked out of the room. Sneaking down the hallway, I peer into my mothers room, and she was sound asleep as well. The poor thing was so tired from the drive down here to Topsail Island and her archaeological research she was involved with. She would go all around the world with Jackson DeVito, a dear good friend of ours and his team to uncover the remains of gauntlets, swords, armor etc. She made easily $2500 a month, and that helped out greatly with our monthly expenses and my Photography/Cosmetology classes. I never understood why she brought some of her research with her. Two shields, four swords, and a set of gauntlets plus her Mac laptop for her documented research that was 25% completed.
I went into the kitchen to grab a can of Coke. Slowly taking baby sips, I peer madly out of the living rooms sliding glass doors to the ocean. Just seeing the moons reflection dance off of the waves enchanted me. Placing down my can to try and grab my new iPod 5th generation out of my pocket to take a picture, the door to the third guest bedroom opened slowly with an eerie creaking sound. Feeling the icy cold air brush up against my legs, my heart began to pound hard in my chest. what the hell? placing my iPod next to my soda I slowly tip-toed my way towards the door and found to make this door open, my only logical explanation was that this beach house is very old and the doors are very easy to open. “Geez” I said aloud. I never realized how much research mom brought with her. I dragged my fingers along a shield that she had brought back from England about month ago. She polished everything well-to perfection. The silvers and gold shimmered in the moonlight reflecting through the open blinds on the window. As I went to close the blinds and turn on the small lamp on the table next to me, I see heat lightning dancing throughout the sky. “Well, perfect weather for heat lightning” I said with a tiny laugh. So I close the blinds and turn on the small lamp sitting next to moms laptop, sat down and fingered through her documents to see what other interesting objects she found a month ago to England. “Same old song and dance mom, is there anything else?” i spoke too soon. I found a glass case with a set of black gauntlets polished to perfection. I pick up a small card that was pinned to a pin cushion.
CycloneBlade:
A gauntlet made from the mineral known as hematite. It’s power source is said to be unknown, but from research it’s power source is a sister to the WitchBlade. Was created one-hundred miles away from Stonehenge during a thunderstorm/tornado. We now know it’s power is of lightning.
“Lightning? How in the hell can you-” I stopped dead in my tracks as both gauntlets began to glow. It were as if there were a set of toxic green eyes staring right at me.
PSSSSH!
The lightbulbs in all parts of the room explode at one time. The glass case than burst into thousands of shards cutting my legs and my arms. “MOM! CHRIS?!” I screamed for them as loud as I could, but I got no answer. As I reached for the knob, the door locked itself, and before I knew it, I was pinned up against the wall by two large sets of electric tentacles. I felt an erotic sensation as I felt an electromagnetic charge course through my body. My clothing began to fall off of my queen sized body as metallic black and toxic green armor was spreading all over. The intense pain of it caused me to scream in agony and ecstasy while fully clothed in metal.
As I opened my eyes I found myself rolled out of bed and on the dark grey carpeted floor. Chris and my mother Teri came rushing in as I continued to scream. “Are you okay?!” mom pulls me up and held me as Chris untangled me from the quilt that was wrapped around me leg. “Oh god, it was only a dream. Oh thank god it was only a dream!” I clutched onto my mother as tightly as I could. “First day of the honeymoon, and you wake up from a night terror. What a way to start off your morning” she said with a laugh. “It sounded like you were having a heart attack, what the heck happened?” after untangling me from the blanket I was somewhat rolled up in, he took lotion from his nightstand and massaged my feet to relax me. “I had a nightmare of the gauntlets” and that was all I said when I crawled back into bed with my husband. “Your joking. It’s seven-thirty?!” mom nodded while being shaken up herself from hearing my bloody murder cry. “You were actually screaming for an hour, we tried everything to wake you up but we couldn’t, the second we left to call jack you fell out of bed and woke up on your own” Chris replied while petting me. “Oh god that was so real” I cried as I buried my face into my pillow. I was still in so much pain from this night terror. How is that even possible?
All I remember is the burning hot metal stretching across my breasts as armor grew intensely on my shoulders, tribal designs were burnt into my cheeks as more steaming hot metal stretched up my legs, than my arms. Then a huge blades was expanded from both arms filled with electricity. So how can I still be feeling this ecstasy and pain?