#inconsistent storytelling mb yall

[biggietofu]

Tornado at the Curtis house and there are three things on Darry's mind:

1. Get Pony and Soda into the bunker

2. Get his parents' wedding rings

3. Get out of there alive

The sirens rang as Darrel Curtis ushered Pony and Soda into the Bunkers, assuring them he'll "join them in a bit, just need to grab something first." He runs back into his childhood home as the wind picks up outside, frantically searching his p̶a̶r̶e̶n̶t̶s̶' room for his parents' wedding rings cause, surely, they're worth more than his safety.

The wind picks up outside and debris smacks across the windows, leaving even the strongest curtis with a shiver down his spine. He opens the drawer of mother's vanity, blindly feeling around in panic, because: 1. Something shattered and he's pretty sure it's a window. And 2. His hand feels nothing but dust in the drawer of his late mother's vanity.

Alarmed, he opens the drawer fully to see it's empty. He curses and slams it shut, hurriedly searching around the room for the two rings of metal that bound his parents together for life. He tears the room apart, looking high and low; his heartbeat going a million an hour. A thud and a crash is heard from the kitchen, and he just knows the wind got to the pots and pans. He can feel a slight breeze make it's way into the room.

He's running out of time.

"Fuck!" He curses. "God damn it, where did I put those rings?"

His mother would send him to hell and back if she heard "fuck" and "God" used in the same sentence. That thought only makes him search harder than before. The bed's overturned, the closet's been ransacked, and there are clothes all over the floor. He's looked everywhere and he still can't find the damn ring!

"C'mon, where are you," He begs in desperation.

He knows he should give up, go back to his brothers before anything happens. He knows his parents would've wanted him to leave it, that they'll be with him with or without the rings. But something in him needs to find the rings, he doesn't know why, be he just needs them. Maybe cause he promised he'd give one to Soda, or that he said he'd put one on a chain for Pony.

But he also knows that none of it will happen if he doesn't get back there alive. So he turns around and heads for the backyard, with an urgency in his path that he'd felt many times before. When Paul dumped him, and he ran back home. When the Cops came to his door, saying his parents had died, and he stumbled back in horror. When Pony ran away, and his feet urged him to follow. Look where that got him. When Soda ran away, not being able to take the constant tension in the house.

His mind's made up and there's only one thing left on his mind:

Get back to his brothers.

Something hard, maybe a branch or something, pelts him in the back, he falls forward. How a branch got into the house, he doesn't know.

"Shit!"

A sharp pain stings him on his hands and knees. He fell into the glass from the broken windows. The shattered glass blended in with the shatters of his broken dreams. Leaves and sticks get thrown at him by the wind through the doorless doorway. At least it won't creak anymore. The winds whips around him, almost toppling him over when he gets out into the backyard with the bunker in view. He can feel the stickiness of his blood drying over but ignores it as the shelter comes into view. Just a few more steps, and he's back into the safety of his brothers' arms.

He hears a loud crack and knows it's just a matter of time until he flies away with the tornado.

He limps over to to the shelter. It's handle just a foot away. He reaches his hand out, just imagining the scolding he'll get from his brothers as he savors their warm embrace. He'll wait with them through the worst of the storm. Comfort Pony as the wind's rage destroys everything in it's path. Soothes Soda as he assures that they'll be okay.

But that never happens.

The wind knocks him over sideways, and his head hits the ground with a thump as the world slips away.

-

The rings of Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were never found. And neither was the Body of Darrel Curtis.