WARRIORS OF THE STORM, PART ONE

THE CATACLYSM AT CONSERVATIVE CENTRAL, PART ONE Security at The Republican National Convention that year was the tightest that it had ever been. There were military and private security all around the grounds, flying fortresses in the air and even some measures taken underground. All to ensure that. . . “Those vigilantes will not be able to disrupt this meeting,” said Kane Lucifer Judas, Chair Person of The Republican National Committee. “Yes, Sir,” said his closet aid, Pilot Kyofus. “No one will disturb this gathering of good, Christian, family values, gun rights etc. . . .” He broke off as his boss held up a hand. “Everyone knows what we stand for. No need to recite the whole thing right now. The Official Speeches will begin soon enough.” As if on cue, there was a whoosh accompanying a huge jet of pure red flame leaping into the air. “It is time,” he said, stepping up to the microphone. “My friends and Comrades in Arms,” he began. “Our nation is at a crossroads, and Dark Forces threaten to take us down the wrong path, whether we wish it or not. I'm sure you are all aware of the seemingly super human group of extremists and vigilantes who call themselves The Thunder Boys, disrupting gatherings of those of us concerned with our Second Amendment, God Given 'Right' to Keep and Bare Arms and of those of us who still respect the laws of God and Nature regarding Romantic/Sexual Relationships. They may have won SOME small battles, but I assure you, we shall still win the war. And they will not get in here, no matter what some may have heard them say at the end of their insignificant attacks. Our first Speaker, MRS. Jezibel. . .” Suddenly, everything went dark, and the mic died. “NO,” Kane cursed under his breath. “Not here. Not today. Our security. . .” Then came a roar of Thunder that spread around the entire planet and then returned and came together with a boom right above the top most spire of the dome of the convention center. “Your Security is nothing to us, The Thunder Boys,” came a deep voice that seemed to be words and a slow and low rumble of Thunder at the same time. “Our Powers can penetrate any of your silly machines and ordinary people. The Conservative Philosophy and The Republican Party, end today. You have hurt enough people with your gun and homophobic obsessions. But all of that is forever at an end. I, the leader of The Still Living Thunder Boys by virtue of my trunk, David-Jesse Son of Jacob declare it so!” “Guns away,” shouted Kane Lucifer Judas. “We know about that. Knives, spears, swords, rocks, fists, etc. out.” In the next instant, physical objects of all sorts were flying in all directions. Bt then, Bolts of Lightning flashed and claps of Thunder roared from all directions, as countless pairs of Thunder Boys came riding in on The Storm. “The Warriors of The Storm have all come together to end your way of thinking and political party once and for all,” announced the owner of the voice whom they had already heard, whose nostrils they now saw far exceeded the outer edges of his face, making it the largest nasal apparatus of any there, although Chairman Judas noticed that all of them had exceptionally large nostrils. His musings ended as a lightning bolt shot straight at him. “Fight!” he screamed at a group of young looking women running for the exit. “We didn't sign up to die,” one shouted back. “Well, then” said a different Thunder Boy materializing in front of them. “You should not have come to this gathering, because none of you are leaving this building alive.” “Right you are, Boaz,” said his partner. Both of them had VERY big noses, but neither's spanned the entire width of their face. “Let's do it, Andrew.” Suddenly, both Boys joined hands, raised them and then brought them down with unbelievable speed. Kane Lucifer Judas had no chance to consider more, for when the four hands finished their descent, a tremendous Thunder Storm erupted right around him and the fleeing women, and when the Thunder struck and the lightning flashed, he was dead even before his body began its incineration, as were the others. * * * David-Jesse trumpeted in triumph upon seeing the demise of The Republican Party Chair Person, then turned his attention back to his own battle against a group of canon firing and catapult shooting very large and burly men and women. “Your kind will never decisively defeat us,” cried one of the women. “Freaks of nature like you will burn in. . .where did you get such a ridiculously large nose, anyway.” “Being Thunder Boys has its benefits,” replied his partner, Samuel. “Among them, the ability to change our physiology as we see fit.” “Does it also help this!” said a nasty voice from the side. Suddenly, David-Jesse felt a large blade tear through the entire end of his left nostril. He turned and threw a huge Thunder Bolt at the attacker, incinerating him before he could even cry out, but he could tell that the blood loss from the left side of his trunk was too great to survive. He and Samuel gazed into each others eyes. Neither shed any tears, for both knew what was coming. Simultaneously, both cried out and fell to the ground. * * * Paul and Mathew saw their comrades fall and then their bodies consumed by lightning and Thunder, and a mix of anger and anticipation filled Matthew's heart. “I guess your the leader now, Matt,” said Paul. “Your amazing snout is the biggest thing left. But we all know that now they will add to our strength.” Matt nodded. “You are right, Paul.” He threw a Thunder Bolt down his mouth to make his voice loud enough to lead. “All right, Boys,” he shouted. “Let's make them pay for that.” Suddenly, there was an explosion like a bomb across the room. Matt and Paul looked across to see several of the enemy lying dead but all of their comrades totally unscathed and looking bored. “They're never going to learn, are they?” asked Paul. “Well, it's too late for them to learn now. . .” Mathew began when. . . “Matthew, Paul, duck,” cried Noah from across the room. Bot ducked just in time to avoid a huge brick, which Moses, fighting back to back with James, made quick work of with a Thunderbolt from a one-handed wave. “Thanks Noah,” called Paul. “Phase Two,” called Mathew, and a roar of Thunder came up from the mouths of all of The Thunder Boys. * * * Within The Fortress of Thunder, David-Jesse and Samuel appeared in the chamber where The Boy and Luke, John and Mark and Peter and Thomas made love with such force that it had amazed them while they were still alive and the true boys, Samson and the younger Samuel, masturbated with similar a vengence. “You know what to do,” ordered The Boy. “So start doing it. The more semen we put out, the more power they take in. You can stare at my trunk wrapped around the width of the room when Samuel is ejaculating up your somewhat smaller trunk David-Jesse and you are ejaculating up his snout.” “Large Snout,” Samuel said, as they both did as their leader had ordered. David-Jesse nodded. “Yes, Samuel, but now is not the time for injured pride.” His boy-friend nodded, and soon they were also sending semen flying up each other's nostrils, although David-Jesse continued to stare at The Boys's trunk every time his eyes left Samuel's face, which was not that often. As one f the “dead” Thunder Boys, the amount of semen the others could put out no longer amazed him, although what e two living boys were managing to shoot out did still seem impossible. As all of their semen flew up each others nostrils and the two younger boys' in all directions, Adam and Steve suddenly appeared in the room as well, and of course instantly began adding their own strength to the fight the still living Thunder Boys waged in the convention center. * * * “Why couldn't you have just let us be?” cried a woman whose name tag read Jezabel Satan, swinging a flaming torch at Abel and Jonah. “Let you be?” Jonah laughed, making his nose so big that Abel started ejaculating in his undershorts. “Who has been saying for decades that we should be thrown out of our churches, our homes our families and either killed as who we are through corrective therapy or physically killed simply for being who nature made s to be?” “Abominations like you do not come from Nature or Nature's God,” screamed Jezabel. “What is Phase Two, anyway?” “This,” cried Jonah, and he sucked a huge breath into his mouth and then blew out of his enlarged snout, only it wasn't air that came out, it was Thunder and lightning. Jezabel screamed as Jonah's Thunder cracked her eardrums and lightning engulfed her body and as Abel pulled down his pants and ejaculated all over her. “Let me die,” she cried. “I'd rather be incinerated than feel a fag's seed all over my skin.” Moments later, her wish was granted, and soon all that remained was a pile of ash with some sperm flakes mixed in. Looking around, Jonah saw that the other pairs had done the same to those they had been battling, but still there were thousands of Republicans in the Convention Center, and all seemed determined to fight to the death. “Well,” said Abel, reading his mind. “We did say that none of them are leaving this place alive, so why wouldn't they fight to their dying breath? I'm sorry, I know you don't like me actually reading your mind, but under the circumstances. . .” Jonah silenced Abel with a quick kiss on the lips, then ducked as Jeremiah called out a warning and just missed getting hit by a huge spear. But it did penetrate Isaiah's left breast, and then he and Joshua cried out and moments later, Jonah knew, were at The Fortress of Thunder. He could even feel the increase in his own and Abel's power, and then they turned towards a man and woman attacking them together with swords, clubs and fire. “This flame will send you to the eternal flame where all of your kind will eventually go,” cried the woman. “Then you will stop destroying families and robbing this country of its founding family values.” “That tired old line again,” Jonah began, when he heard Matthew shouting new orders. * * * “Loose the True Thunder!” cried Mathew. Then all pulled down their pants and simultaneously squeezed their penises, blew outward through their mouths and blew outward through both nostrils. Only it was not semen or mucus or spit or ordinary air that escaped from the holes. Lightning shot from every penis and Thunder and Lightning from every exceptionally large nostril and every mouth. At that moment, a huge building surrounded by Thunder and ringed with Lightning began to flicker in some of the brightest flashes of lightning. “It's almost finished, Matt,” whispered Paul. “Now that The Fortress of Thunder itself has started to come into the physical realm.” Matthew smiled, but it did not feel whole-hearted. “Yes,” he said. “That is the signal of the beginning of the Final Phase, but remember what The Boy told us, the final phase will be the most difficult, the longest, not even finished in a single day, and the most costly in lives, albeit any who die make those of us who are left stronger. I feel that I do now have the strength to fight on as long as it takes, but let us not declare victory until the enemy is no more.” Suddenly, Matthew felt his nostrils starting to grow, and knew that the next sign that The Boy had given them was beginning to occur. “'Only for the current living leader,'” he remembered The Boy saying. Well, he knew that that was him, now. “What next, Matt?” Paul asked, knowing what this sign meant but also knowing that only the one to whom this sign happened held the knowledge of what came next. “Next,” said Matt, smiling as he felt his nostrils exceed the width of his face and the storm brewing inside him. “We release The Storm.” * * * HERE ENDS WARRIORS OF THE STORM, THE CATACLYSM AT CONSERVATIVE CENTRAL, PART ONE. PART TWO WILL CONCLUDE THE STORY AND APPEAR SOME TIME WITHIN THE COMING WEEKS.