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The first hailstone came down like a meteor, smashing Tony’s car into scrap metal. Sky flinched, paintbrush still clutched in his hand. [color=pink]“Well,”[/color] he muttered, [color=pink]“that’s one way to void the warranty.”[/color]

Then another fell, close enough to spray him with icy water. Sky chuckled at the absurdity of the situation. [color=pink]“Of course,”[/color] he muttered. [color=pink]“Six months of community service, and I die in a hideous orange jumpsuit. Fabulous.”[/color] He delt with this the same way he delt with everything else.

As soon as he heard Henry shout, Sky dropped his brush and bolted. [color=pink]“This better not mess up my hair!”[/color]

He saw Henry ahead, helping out others. Sky sighed. [color=pink][i]Of course Henry looks heroic in the middle of the apocalypse. Of fucking course.[/i][/color]

Sky forced his legs to move faster. The storm wasn’t letting up. The sky was dark with storm clouds. The lightning cracked the sky and thunder boomed. For the briefest moment, Sky felt the hair on his arms lift. The air around him was thick with static electricity.

Then the lightning came down, and everything went white.