Sam & Cat & the Haunted Thundermans: The Dark Twister

Chapter Thirteen: Tornado #2
Nevel Papperman POV

"Nevel, how much longer are you going to stay here?" Gibby asked me.

It was 12:00 P.M. on July 5th and I was still in Seattle, hiding in Gibby's house from the sick hospital that I was once in. Gibby and I were just sitting in the kitchen with his manikin head, chowing down on delicious ham sandwiches that I had prepared for us.

"I will stay here as I long as I need to!" I told Gibby, "I do not want to go back to that awful hospital!"

"Alright, just don't let them catch you!"

"They are not going to catch me! Why do you think that I am staying here with you and your creepy manikin head?"

"Well, I thought that you were going to get better quicker!"

"I am better! I just had a virus, Gibby!"

"Then, why are you still here!?!?"

"Because they might send me back to make sure that I am still not sick, which I am really not!"

"Alright. I'm not going to kick you out. Stay here as long as you need to."

"Thank you for being so kind to me, Gibby. I'm going to go watch some educational television. Would you and your head like to join me?"

I thought for a minute. "No thanks. We don't watch educational tv."

"Well, alrighty then," I replied, as I headed towards Gibby's small living room.

I plopped myself down on Gibby's small, light-brown couch and put my feet up on his small, wooden, dark-brown coffee table. I reached over for the small, black remote, which was on the right arm of the couch. I immediately turned Gibby's small, new television on. I immediately put on the history channel. The episode that was on was all about dinosaurs. They were teaching me all about their theories about them; how they think that they became extinct, how they think that they are distant cousins of birds, and what they used to look like. They also taught me about each dinosaur fossil that they had found and what they think that it used to do, based on it's structure. Even thought I learned about all of this stuff in school, I really do not mind learning about it again. It's like a fresh reminder!

About an hour later, when the lesson was almost over, I heard Gibby shout, "NEVEL, GET INTO THE BASEMENT!!!"

I immediately turned around to look at my panicking friend. "WHY!?!? ARE PEOPLE FROM THE HOSPITAL HERE TO COME SEARCHING FOR ME!?!?"

"NO!!! IT'S WORSE!!!"

"WHAT CAN BE POSSIBLY WORSE THAN PEOPLE FROM THE HOSPITAL SEARCHING FOR ME!?!?"

"LOOK OUTSIDE!!!"

I immediately jumped off the couch and ran towards the windows that were right behind Gibby's television. I pulled the beige curtains apart so fast that I almost tore them. I gasped out of fear. Right there in the sky, was a huge, funnel-shaped cloud spinning at over one-hundred miles per hour. It was a tornado and it was forming faster than any other tornado that I have ever seen in my seventeen years of life. It looked as if it was only twenty feet away from hitting the ground. I gulped as I watched the humungous tornado form.

"GIBBY, WE NEED TO GET INTO YOUR BASEMENT RIGHT NOW!!!" I shouted in fear, as I tore my self away from the window.

"I KNOW; THAT'S WHAT I JUST TOLD YOU!!!" Gibby shouted back.

"COME ON!!!" I shouted, as I grabbed onto Gibby's arm and led us to his basement.

"WAIT, MY MANIKIN HEAD!!!"

"GIBBY, DID ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEACH YOU NOTHING!?!? IN EMERGENCIES LIKE THIS, DO NOT WASTE TIME GATHERING YOUR BELONGINGS!!!"

"MY HEAD IS NOT ONE OF MY BELONGINGS!!!" Gibby told me, as he tore himself away from my grasp, "HE'S MY FRIEND!!!"

"FINE!!! DIE WITH A MANIKIN HEAD, LIKE A WEIRD PERSON!!!"

"I DON'T CARE IF I'M BEING WEIRD FOR DOING THIS; I'M GOING TO SAVE MY HEAD!!!" Gibby told me, as he ran into the kitchen, where he had left his manikin head last.

"SUIT YOURSELF, GIBBY, BUT I AM NOT WAITING FOR YOU!!!" I shouted, as I opened to door to Gibby's basement and shut it behind me.

I quickly ran down the old wooden steps that led down into Gibby's basement. I ran into the farthest corner of Gibby's basement and sat down. I looked at my surroundings. Besides his new weasel, his washer, his dryer, his sink, his laundry baskets, and his clothes, Gibby's basement was filled with mostly junk from his childhood. There was a ton of bins and baskets filled with some of his old drawings and old school, assignments. Then, there was a basket full of his old halloween costumes. Also, there was a few bins of old Christmas and Halloween decorations. I then heard the door open and close, followed by some footsteps coming down the steps.

"GIBBY, LOCK THE DOOR!!!" I ordered.

"I'M ON IT!!!" Gibby shouted back to me, as he ran back up the stairs.

As soon as he had locked the door, Gibby ran back downstairs and hid in the corner with his manikin head and I.

"How long do you think that we'll have to stay down here?" Gibby asked me.

I thought for a moment. "I do not think that it will be too long. Tornadoes come and go pretty quickly."

"Oh, ok."

A couple of minutes later, Gibby and I heard a tearing sound. We both remained frozen in fear. Gibby's roof was being torn apart to pieces.

"GIBBY, I THINK THAT WAS YOUR ROOF!!!" I shouted.

"OH MY GOSH!!! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!?!?" Gibby asked.

"I DON'T KNOW!!! JUST REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE AND HOPE THAT THE TORNADO JUST PASSES!!!"

"OK, WHATEVER YOU SAY!!! I'M TRUSTING YOU, NEVEL!!!"

"TRUST ME, GIBBY, I'M TRUSTING MYSELF TOO!!!"

Then all of the sudden, we could hear the wind picking up faster and faster.

"GIBBY, I THINK THAT THE TORNADO IS GETTING CLOSER TO THE BASEMENT!!!" I shouted out of fear

"WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!?!?" Gibby asked me.

"I DO NOT KNOW!!! IN SCHOOL, THEY TAUGHT ME TO GO IN THE BASEMENT, IF THERE WOULD EVER TO BE A TORNADO!!! I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO FROM HERE!!!"

"ME NEITHER!!!"

Then all of the sudden, I saw the brown, wooden door that led to the basement fly off it's hinges in front of my very own eyes. It broke into pieces as it landed on the hard, concrete floor. Gibby and I both screamed.

"OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD, GIBBY, I NEVER THOUGHT THAT I WOULD DIE WITH YOU!!!" I screamed.

"YEAH, ME NEITHER!!!" Gibby agreed.

As the tornado started to make it's way into the basement, it tore apart the fragile, wooden ceiling of Gibby's basement and the steps that led down to it. Gibby and I stood up and backed up into the corner as much as we could, hoping that it would not reach us. But, as soon as the tornado touched the floor, it started to head in our direction. Gibby immediately picked up his manikin head and ran into the opposite corner on the wall that we were leaning against. I followed him. The tornado followed us. We then ran back to the corner that we were originally crammed in. Once again, the tornado followed us.

"THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!" I exclaimed.

"WHAT!?!?" Gibby asked in shock, "WE'RE ABOUT TO DIE!!! THERE'S NOTHING INCREDIBLE ABOUT THAT!!!"

"YES, I KNOW THERE IS NOTHING INCREDIBLE ABOUT DYING, BUT THIS TORNADO SEEMS TO HAVE A MIND OF IT'S OWN!!!"

"WHAT!?!?"

"IT'S BEEN FOLLOWING US!!! GO RUN INTO THE OTHER CORNER AND I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT I MEAN!!!"

"OK!!!" Gibby agreed, as he ran into the opposite corner.

The tornado did not follow him this time; a just continued to come towards me. I then ran into the same corner as Gibby. The tornado followed me.

"OH MY GOD!!!" I screamed in fear.

"WHAT IS IT!?!?" Gibby asked me.

"I THINK THAT THIS TORNADO IS AFTER ME!!!"

"WHAT!?!?! YOU'RE CRAZY!!!"

"NO I AM NOT!!! JUST WATCH!!!" I ordered, as I ran into the other corner.

Once again, the tornado followed me.

"OH MY GOD, IT IS FOLLOWING YOU!!!" Gibby agreed.

"I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!" I exclaimed, as I ran past the tornado and towards where the steps and door used to be.

The tornado immediately turned around and followed me. The tornado slowly came closer and closer to me as I desperately tried to climb up the cinderblock wall. It was no use; I kept on slipping. Once the tornado was about two feet away from me, I then noticed a ladder on the other side of the wall. I immediately ran towards it and grabbed it. Just as I was about to run back to where the steps and door used to be to climb through the passageway and make an escape, I noticed that the tornado was blocking it.

"This is one smart tornado," I thought to myself.

While still carrying the ladder, I ran back into the corner that was across from the one where Gibby was hiding.

"DON'T JUST STAND THERE!!!" I yelled at Gibby, "HELP ME!!!"

"BUT, I DON'T THINK THAT THERE'S ANYTHING THAT I CAN DO!!!" Gibby replied, "WE'RE NO MATCH FOR THE TORNADO!!!"

"NO, YOU ARE NOT MATCH FOR THE TORNADO, GIBBY!!!"

As soon as the tornado was about three feet away from me, I ran right past it and towards where the door and steps used to be. I quickly opened up the ladder and placed it down right in front of the passageway that the tornado created. As the speed of the tornado started to pick up, I began to quickly climb up Gibby's ladder. As I was just about to place my left foot up on the fourth step on the ladder, I accidentally misjudged where it should go and it slipped, causing my right foot to slip as well. I desperately hung on to the ladder, as the tornado was just inches from tearing it apart. I tried to pull my feet back up on the silver, metal steps of the ladder, but they just kept on slipping. Finally, I was finally able to place my right foot back up on the second step. I used all of my strength to pull myself back up. I could feel the tornado tearing apart the ladder underneath my feet. I then took one gigantic step onto the fourth step and pulled myself up. Then, I placed my right foot on top of the ladder and pushed myself off. I flew across the small space between the basement and Gibby's destroyed living room. I landed on my stomach on the red carpet. I then turned myself over and noticed that my feet were dangling over the edge. The tornado was just an inch away from my feet. I tried to pick myself up, but I was too slow. I could feel the winds of the tornado pull my feet into itself. Finally, the tornado had finally pulled me back into the basement and I was now airborne. The tornado picked me up higher and started to spin me around, as it tore apart the walls of Gibby's basement and the carpet in his living room.

"YOU'LL RUE THIS DAY, TORNADO!!!" I shouted, "YOU'LL RUE IT!!!"

Wait, why am I shouting at a tornado? This tornado can't hear me; or can it? After a couple of seconds of being spun around, I started to get very dizzy.

"How am I not dead yet!?!?" I thought to myself, "How come this tornado hasn't torn me to pieces yet!?!? Maybe this tornado does have a mind of it's own. Maybe it can hear what I'm saying."

Then all of the sudden, darkness started to enclose my vision. I was going unconscious from my dizziness.