A Dream of Helicopters Gone By

Once upon a dream, there was a cloud. The cloud was dark. There was rain, thunder, and lightning.

A cumulonimbus of stony countenance, it coasted amidst the flashing columns of hot streaks, indifferent to the roiling devastation below.

The rain poured relentlessly, a concoction of angry tropical winds and raging waters below. A singular boat bobs precariously in the choppy waves, each crash of the waves threatening to steal the lives of those on board.

Suddenly, without warning and to the surprise of all on the boat, a Chinook helicopter approached at speed. It chopped through the air metres above the water then quickly decelerated as though invisible reins were pulled, coming to a harsh stop directly above the stricken vessel.

It was ElectroMagnetoGuy, who stepped up slowly, one hand raised. He clenched his first and the helicopter exploded as it crumpled into a husk of molten metal. EMG tossed it the sea…still texting in his other hand. And you know what? He never looked up the whole time. Not once.