Sharknado ,_, ※〜※〜※ "The Sharknado is coming." The whispers rippled through the ocean water, gradually spreading and growing stronger in both intensity and volume. Mothers shepherded their young away. Elderly sharks feebly scanned the ocean floor in search of a patch of coral -- it was the best they could do in the amount of time they had. A few hysterical teenagers swam rapidly around, screeching. And in the midst of it all one shark rested on the bottom. Tommy. Tommy idly imagined what it would be like in the other shark colonies. The bramble sharks were a violent lot. They would probably be configuring a way to fight the Sharknado. But no one can beat the Sharknado. No wonder the bramble sharks were endangered. The tiger sharks would most likely try to stand just outside the Sharknado's range, to achieve that windblown effect. Their lifestyle was all about fashion. Cutting-edge, fresh, rebellious styles. But the great whites… they were hiding. They weren't great. Hell, they weren't even fully white. They were cowards. White-bellied cowards. But his days of taking refuge in a cave were over. Tonight, Tommy was going to do something no great white had willingly done before. Ride the Sharknado. "Boy, you're on a suicide mission," a female called. He tail-flipped her off. Contrary to his youthful and jubilant sounding name, Tommy had a tortured soul. He wasn't happy with being a great white. He wanted to be something else. Then Tommy heard it. It started out as a low whine, slowly getting louder. The sound wasn't coming from the tornado that only ever had sharks within it; it was coming from the shrieks of terrified victims. The Sharknado suddenly became visible as a dark blur on the horizon. Seeing it, Tommy didn't feel an ounce of fear. All he felt was contentment. Contentment because of the knowledge that this was where he would find his self-fulfillment. It was yards away now. He could pick out the individual sharks struggling to free themselves from the swirling water. Tommy smiled. And was swallowed whole into the vortex. "Help me!" "I don't wanna die!" "MOMMYYYYYY!" "KILL THE SHARKNADO!" "Someone, please save me!" Voices, deafening cries, broken whispers, desperate pleas, all reached Tommy's ears. Everyone around him made a futile attempt to get free. But he just drifted along and enjoyed the view. Not one piece of seaweed, coral, rock or debris was picked up. Only sharks. "I'mgonnadieI'mgonnadieI'mgonnadie!" A frenzied shark whipped around, thrashing hysterically. "I can't dieeeeeeee-" Her fin connected solidly with Tommy's head. His vision went black. ※〜※〜※ Tommy was suddenly jarred awake. The sharks were being jostled, the water making up the tornado slowly dissipating into the air. Air. He glanced down. Green. All green. "The Sharknado is a shark's worst predator," his mother had said. "It's a tornado that only picks up sharks, and it dumps them in the Amazon Rainforest where they're left to die. No one knows why." The great white grinned. He had finally glimpsed land for his first time. And just as he was starting to relax, the water all fell away and the mass of sharks hurtled to the ground. Plop. Tommy fell to the ground. Well, he actually fell on top of layers of dead sharks -- previous Sharknado victims. Plop. Another shark landed near him. Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop plop plop plop plop plop plop. It finally stopped as all the sharks landed. Tommy glanced around. Sharks of all species were piled around the clearing. All of the ones on top were flopping, desperate for nourishing water to replenish their systems. He watched in appalled fascination as they gradually stopped moving and became as limp as the rotting shark carcasses they rested on. Soon, every shark around Tommy was dead. But why wasn't he? He was perfectly fine with dying; in fact, what was what he was intent on doing. Committing suicide. Tommy didn't see any reason to live. And the Sharknado had always intrigued him. But then… why… why did his gills not scream for water? Why did his skin not feel dry? He could feel he knew the answer deep in his subconscious. Something that was just a myth… As he glanced around the clearing, the answer suddenly came to him. He finally felt something other than an emo-like depression. Peace. Because he finally knew what he was. Tommy was a landshark. ※〜※〜※ Just saying: white-bellied coward? Pun intended. Thinking Questions for you to answer: How did they know about what happened in the Sharknado if all the sharks died when they got deposited? Aaaaaaand… What was I smoking? Just kidding. I wasn't smoking anything. Or was I? 0.o I wasn't. ~~~ Summary: Just a tortured soul finding his way to self-fulfillment <3 ~~~ Tags: inspirational, finding yourself, suicide and depression, don't give up, Tommy the Train ~~~
Why thank you. It started out with my friend telling me she was watching Sharknado, and then it kinda… escalated… into this…
Sure. :3 ~<>~<>~<>~ Epilogue It turns out Tommy wasn't a landshark; his skin was just more water-retaining than most. After another minute, he died. ᎢᎻᏋ ᏋᏪᎠ ~<>~<>~<>~ ~~~ Summary: A surprise ending. ~~~ Tags: AHAHAHAHHAHAA ~~~
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