The storm rage on. Lighting struck the walls. Chairs were thorn around the room by the wind as if they were small children toys. Water pooled at their feet as the rain pour down on them. Cara could hardly hear Akra words.  But she heard all the same. Sadly Cara focus was on the gun not her emotions and not the words that Akra spoken. Fear was ruling her now. Reason was far out of her reach.<br/><br/>Dark ominous clouds had formed over them. They began to swirled created a funnel. The wind picked even more. A chair came flying out of nowhere. Striking Akra's head knocking her unconscious. Cara eyes went wide. Lighting struck the wall once more just above were Akra laid. Cara knelt beside her. Afraid to touch her.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.”Cara cried. The storm faded. But the rain continued.