Kieran: The Weatherman

I came out of my room after I heard the front door close. In the kitchen, someone had cleaned up. When I looked in the fridge, I saw the meal I had made for Liz sealed into containers, untouched. The dessert had made it into one of the plastic containers as well. Also, virtually untouched. I closed the fridge again. If she wouldn’t eat the food I made, then she could go ahead and starve.

Over the next three days, I barely saw my new roommate at all. When I entered a room, she would get up and leave. If she came into a room I was already in, we would sit in silence. She wouldn’t even look at me. Though I was a little bit baffled by her grudge, I used the time to my advantage. I spent nearly 12 hours a day at the shop, putting together a new machine. I had scrapped the giant robot idea. It was too clumsy, too brutish. This time, I was going for something with a little more finesse. 

By Saturday night, the machine was finished and I was itching for a fight. Liz still hadn’t cheered up, and I was tired of being good. I was bored with Liz’s attitude, but if she wanted to stay angry, I was past it. I had made my apology and she had refused it. I had bigger fish to fry. 

I held the small machine in my hand. It was about the size of a grapefruit, but inside, it was a powerful magnifier for my powers. Switching it on, I cooled down the room, just a little. Around me, Ice formed on the machinery. It crusted on Grieves’ Peugeot's windshield and covered the hangar windows. Grinning, I switched off the machine and tossed it into my backpack. As the ice melted, I headed home, already knowing the perfect, unsuspecting target for my weather machine. 

Sunday, I rose before the sun had even considered rising. I left my room to see Liz stumble out of hers in her jogging clothes, just like she did at 5 am every day. 

“Morning,” I greeted her, in a better mood than I’d been in all week. Liz simply glared at me, her eyes still sleepy. 

“I’ll be back this afternoon,” I continued, ignoring her stony silence. “If you’re going to the store, we need more… well, everything.” I slung my backpack, containing my Machinas costume and the weather machine, over my shoulder. Grabbing my helmet with one hand, I opened the door without a goodbye and left. 

I made it to city hall as the sun was cresting over its large guilt dome. Leaving my motorcycle in the bushes, I headed for the decorated facade of the fake classical building. City hall was as frosted as a wedding cake, and it wasn’t difficult to find enough hand- and footholds to climb my way up to the base of the dome. 

From here, the gold leaf on the dome was chipped and cracked in many places. I ran a finger over the surface, and it came loose like old paint, leaving flecks of gold on my fingers. It was there, out of sight from the ground, that I changed into my machines costume, to make the rest of the climb to the top in style.

I fit the small orb to the top spire of the dome and turned it on as the sun hit my back. It was warm already, but that was about to change. I cooled down the machine, and at first, water condensed on the dome, then it turned to ice. As a cloud of condensation formed around the orb, I slipped back down to the base and waited as the orb continued to cool down the air around it. The thermometer on my glove dropped rapidly. It was now barely above freezing on the roof of city hall, and the early morning civilians were pointing at the cloud that hovered over it ominously. Then, the temperature dropped just a few degrees more, and it began to snow. I watched as the first flakes fell from the cloud, and smiled, decreasing the temperature even more. It would snow in august in Sky City today!

Snow was a very slow starter. People still hadn’t seen me, perched on the roof of city hall, so work continued as normal, with a few news vans pulling up to document the phenomenon. All the city officials still came in with their fancy cars, their suits, and ties, and heels. After an hour or two, it began to actually accumulate, the snow falling thick and fast. City hall was nearly obscured by a white cloud of snow. I could barely see the news vans from where I stood on the roof. On the ground, and even on the roof around me, the snow was piling up thickly. It was up the three feet deep in places now, and still coming strong. Any bystanders had gone home a long time ago, and I jumped down from the roof, to approach the news vans. Inside, I could see the reporter and cameraman hunched inside the cab, looking at the storm from the windows. 

“…We are now sitting here, freezing, wondering, what could be causing this strange snow phenomenon? Jason, is this happening anywhere else in the city?” 

“No, Julia, it’s just happening near you,” A loud radio voice said, and I yanked the cab door open, whereupon the reporter screamed. 

“Give me the microphone,” I said, holding out one gloved hand. 

“Jason, you aren’t going to believe this, but I have Machinas at the scene,” The reporter said into her microphone as the cameraman trained his lens on me. She had recovered surprisingly quickly. “Machinas, are you behind this strange snowstorm?” She held the mike out for me, and I took it. 

“Yes, Julia, I am. If Gravity Girl doesn’t come to stop me, I will plunge this city into an eternal winter the likes of which the world has never seen.” I said, looking at the camera. “I have weather machines hidden all over the city, and if she does not show in the next hour, I will activate them all!” I then handed the microphone back to the reporter and went to wait as the snow came down even harder, and the cloud above city hall got even bigger, blotting out the sun for all of Capital Hill.

The End

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