A/N: I have updated this and...'improved' it, if you will. Some noted that though the start was good, the ending was abrupt, and might need extra - so here it is! Enjoy!
"Scientists warn that the freak storm system may worsen over the next few hours," the pretty female reporter told viewers, her face on the tiny TV screen. "Authorities strongly advise all people to stay inside and prepare for the worst. This is Casteen Grover, keeping you updated, Channel 70."
Blake stared at his the remaining image of his ex-girlfriend, trying his best to keep the image of her face in mind before the image transitioned to the advertisments. He walked over to the high balcony, seeing in the distance the remaining outskirts of the city, with a few highrisers and apartment blocks, the raging beach and sea down below on his far left, hills on the right. And straight ahead: a dark, angry storm system, flashes of lightning and tiny vortexes of high-speed wind jumping from cloud to cloud. Each thunderclap was like a giant kickdrum, virbrating and sounding across the whole world, and scaring the shit out of Blake.
"Defiantly freak," he agreed, as a sudden blast of wind cut off without expectation. He kept half-expected the whole building to suddenly collapse too - or maybe it was because he'd watched that movie, 2012, too many times.
Walking back inside, Blake decided to prepare some last-minute (Ha, last minute, he joked, the thought of 2012 guiding him to the idea of an Apocalypse.) before-Star-Wars-Night chicken tacos. Striding over to the overly-large, silver fridge, he collected the essentials: chicken, taco shells, chilli flavouring, butter and salsa.
A noise so loud and such a shock made Blake drop all the food onto the floor, the chicken breast landing on a dirt-infused, once white tile. Scowling and cursing, Blake barged over to apartment door, prepared to yell a few choice, angry insults. "You stupid, idio--"
A stunning woman in a evening dress, the navy-blue satin, garnished with hundreds of sequins and a few precious gems which complimented her light skin and fair-brown hair looked up at Blake in hope, terror in her eyes. A sudden wail of a baby's cry made him notice her arms' full.
"Help me!" the lady begged, scrambling to rush over the threshhold. Blake blocked entrace with his hand, leaning on the frame of the door.
"Now, just wait..."
"My-my baby!" she wailed, attempting to push past. "Let. Me. Through!"
Oh, what the hell.
Blake removed his arm, and she stumbled to the tile floor, one of her silver heels catching on the seam and swiftly, and easily, ripping the gown up to an indecent level. Blake had to fight testosterone and force himself to avert his gaze, lest be caught ogling at her full breasts. A screaming wail caused the beautiful lady to jump up, the red-faced and upset child screaming bloody murder after being floored.
Blake scrunched up his nose - he hated children, especially babies. And the cry was tearing at his ears, even though that lady was trying her best to comfort her child. "Who are you? What's your name?"
Blue eyes drifted upwards. "Pennsylvania."
He scoffed. Is this a joke?
"You've got to be kidding."
She frowned, the dress pooling at her feet as she stood, lace panties the only covering. Blake slammed his eyes shut, through every thoughts was screaming bloody murder at him to take in this eye candy - this goddess - of a lady.
Yet, a sudden scream freaked Blake out even more, Pennsylvania pointing to the glass doors that rattled loudly behind him.
Blake spun around, and gasped. A massive wall of water, towering high and extending across the beach was rearing up, well over 500m high.
Thunder cracked and light flashed in a stacatto-like fashion, as if the whole of nature was cackling cruelly at the destruction of humanity. Nature wanted what it had lost - itself.
And as the massive, terrifiying and yet, awing, wave - this tsunami - arced over the city like an engulfing, unstoppable force. Thunder cracked and boomed, lightning whipping down to earth and the sea, other bolts forking across the sky. The wall of water continued onwards, Blake rushing back outside onto his balcony, wind rushing around, almost grabbing at him, trying to pull Blake away.
And everything seemed to go into slow motion.
The wave, the midnight blue rearing water, honing in on the city; the screams of thousands; the sudden shudder of the ground, as if the very Earth itself was fearful of this cataclysm; the collapsing of a few shaken buildings; the faint cooing of his ex's transmitted apologises and final words; the final cackle of Nature, thunder rumbling, waterspouts twisting over the sea, thick bolts of lighting sparking across the sky, some incinerating what remained of trees and other shelters; Blake's pulse as it pounded in his ears.
Blake could feel the cool, salty, sea spray on his face as the edge of high water reached near, his eyes mesmerised, awed, his body shocked at what he was seeing.
Lord...God Almighty...Blake gasped, managing to take one final breath before water enveloped him, swirling...pulling...pushing...tumbling down...black.
Just black. Then nothing.