Tickle!
The warm water cascaded down his back slowly as he shut his eyes letting the faint steam that hung in the air cling closely to his skin.
It was like therapy. Seven hadn't known he missed home this much. From the peculiar scent to the warm feel of his bed below his figure.
Down to the tiniest details, like the cold sensation when you try turning the tap, the softness of the towel, and the sweet lavender soap that carried an original scent...it almost overwhelmed his senses.
It was peaceful. Home sweet home!
Moving his hands blindly, he searched for his towel. If he wasn't hungry then he'd be more than willing to spend the whole day in the bathroom.
Dabbing his body dry, he walked towards the bathroom mirror. Little droplets of water still clung to his white lashes and his white hair stuck to his scalp, the red patches more pronounced now.
Chatter
He heard voices outside and his eyes squinted.
'We have visitors?' he asked inwardly, wrapping his towel slowly around his figure.
Clash!
Hearing something clash beyond the door, Seven hissed, his eyes widening...
'And they are in my room going through my stuff. What the—" his jaws tensed, the simple idea irritated him.
Hurrying up, he swiped the door open, his eyes widening...
"Brother!!!" They simultaneously shouted. The two visitors went in for a hug, disregarding the fact that he was still wet.
"Miguel?" He managed to say while trying to pull himself away. Turning to the opposite side, his identical twin stood and smiled. The usual violent calmness settling below his eyes...
"Manuel? You guys are here?!" He asked his tone high but not in surprise. His two long-lost cousins—annoying cousins, were way down the list of what he wanted to deal with this summer holiday.
Crap! They weren't even on the list.
"We missed you!" They said with a smile.
Seven stared blankly at them and his messed-up room; he was at a loss for words. His eyes lingered on the window, squinting as he saw that it was really dark outside.
'How long did I spend in the bathroom?' he wondered, recalling it should just be a little past noon since he came back from school.
Shrugging it off, his skin prickled with goosebumps as he stared at the twins whose eyes bore holes into his half-naked self.
"Why are you guys here?" He asked and they frowned, looking offended.
'oh please...' Seven rolled his eyes, flying his clothes on.
Rumble!
His room trembled slightly, and they all paused abruptly, looking at each other with confused expressions on their faces. Everything went deadly silent, as they took a stance to steady their posture.
'Had they imagined the room shaking just now—"
Whoosh!
The curtains whipped around violently, the window groaning as the wind pressed against it, eventually snapping it open with a bang.
The darkness outside moved. It slid slowly from the window to the entire room, encroaching every corner and edge. The light bulbs dimmed, suppressed.
A biting cold swept over them, the walls tight and pulsating just like everything else in and within it.
They watched stunned, feeling charged and connected with things they couldn't quite place their hands on.
It could just be a sign of a really terrible storm on the way...but it wasn't.
This felt different; it felt very wrong—in the right way but wrong. Their heart thumped against their chest as cold sweat trickled down their spines.
Rumble...
The shaking came again, this time leaving them with no doubt. Something was definitely up.
"What's going on?!' Manuel asked, his eyes widening as his body shook uncontrollably. A cold mist of ice flowed from his mouth as he talked, his lips slowly losing their rosy color.
The remaining two let out a sharp breath, their chest tightening at the same signs of extreme cold.
Seven made lingering eye contact with the other twin, Miguel — They had a past.
Communicating with their eyes, they confirmed that both of them had no clue what was going on.
"What? Are you guys just going to stand there like poles?!" Zephyr's voice slammed against them and Seven almost fell over, startled.
Zephyr was showing himself to humans now, the said people his cousins?!
Well, it wouldn't matter much now since it looked like a crazy supernatural phenomenon was currently taking place, and 'everyone' could see it.
Rushing through the door, as the three guys followed behind him, Zephyr's hair flowed in the wind that picked up on the hallway.
His hair got messier than before, and Seven didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to get a little more scared than confused.
Nothing ever moved Zephyr, so seeing this panicked reaction from him was completely new. Unable to hold in the question anymore, he blurted:
"Zeph what's going on?"
"Are you blind?! He's coming!" He is voice cuts through the tension, sharp. His face, stern.
"Who is coming?!"
"Dear old Father and his Carpenter son!"
"What?!" They all asked simultaneously, the twins suddenly forgetting to even bother with the identity of the guy in a red hoodie who just led them past the kitchen and outside on the corridor.
"The damn Apocalypse is here!" He shouted, his hair losing all decorum as the wind outside whipped them every which way.
They were too stunned to speak as they followed his gaze upwards...
They saw the crack in space. Sounds of serious flapping of wings as birds desperately tried getting away from the gold and white fumes of smoke that slipped through the crack...
The sky was ripped out and everyone in the world could see. This wasn't done NASA level hot soup... something huge was happening.
And something in his mind told him true Christian believers would be having so much fun with it.
Was this truly the end?
They asked, their eyes bleeding for the suffering heaven.
Timing was uncanny, as if to answer their questions, chaos broke through drowning everything.
All hell let loose as everyone ran around like if they ran fast enough they could escape their sealed fate.
The scene right now might not be all that at the moment, but the fear in their heart was boiling over, splitting their coordination and disorienting their senses.
Seven and the rest stood rooted, swallowing lumps that gathered in their throats.
Mumbering!
They all turned only for Seven to see his mother kneeling in prayer, her eyes shut. Then the million-dollar question came...
'Will they make it?'
"Jacinta!!!" An Older woman screamed beside them. It was Miguel's mother, his aunt and her eyes were filled with terror as she outstretched her arms.
They all turned to look, only to find Jacinta resting peacefully on a rather strange dressed man—if it was a man.
Miguel and Seven rushed out, but a hail from the sky stopped them abruptly in their tracks.
It was sizzling hot, their skin almost melting off as the ball of fire crashed in front of them.
The smoke from the impact of the falling rock reacted with the concrete, messing up their breathing as they coughed roughly, their throats on fire.
They moved back quickly, their eyes not losing sight of their baby sister.
With both of them distracted, Manuel had to step in.
He shoved Seven aside to save from him another red hot rock directly falling over his head.
But Miguel wasn't very lucky, as a different hail smashed him into the ground.