Too Much Rain, Here Comes The Rainbow

...ONE DAY AGO

Inside a large meeting hall that has chairs arranged in circles like a coil sits a crowd of twelve people on the chairs in front, while a group of youngsters in the same number occupy the chairs behind.

Though filled with many bulbs and gold chandeliers which radiate gold light on the room, the hall is still dim. Giving the impression of a cave full of glittering treasures.

The men seated on the chairs are all in fine suits except for the youngsters who do themselves the luxury of heavy fashion. If you haven't figured it out by now, it's a gathering of nabobs, and this, is The Headquarters. It doesn't look scary does it? Well even witches can look good in ball gowns, can't they?

One of them, Lord Harry, a native American old man around his late seventies who has a lot of white beards on his face circles through the coils and comes to take a seat on one of the chairs in front.

"We know why we are here," Lord Harry says as he takes his seat. "The werewolves." He speaks in a medieval British accent.

"Before that," Lord Robinson interrupts. "I sent out a spy to trace a man who goes by the name Cybon. He hasn't returned. I think it might be connected."

"Lord Robinson," Lord Harry calls out loudly. "We have more important matters to discuss."

"The size of the canned food industry has grossed over a billion over the years that passed and mining from the companies in that sector would benefit all of us," he looks around on the faces of all the other nabobs, it seems they're not with him in spirit. This is not the right time to discuss that. "Nevertheless," Lord Robinson cuts his points short. "...let's handle the matter of the werewolves first."

"We all know that werewolves were declared extinct centuries ago, when our ancestors dealt with them. And I'm sure our subjects have lost track of their existence over the years," Lord Harry reminds. "But the question is, do they remember what our ancestors did here in those ancient times? Do they remember us as oppressors? Or as everyone else nowadays, classified government officials?"

"The spy who was sent to investigate them..."

"Jake," Lord Robert, Brown's dad interrupts.

"Jake," Lord Williams another senior nabobs around his sixties, takes note. "Reported that this creatures could control the earth element. Now if you ask me, they're posing a threat."

"Back in those days they were powerless," Lord Harry tells in wonder. "Oh how did they learn?"

"This realm is a mining ground for magical abilities, you of all people knows that," Lord Williams brings his mind back.

"Lord Williams is right," Lady Margret, a woman around her forties enters the conversation. "If we wish to extend this dominion which was handed us by our fathers over to our children then we must declare them as threats and deal with them as such."

"Any oppositions?" Lord Harry questions the other nabobs. "Then it is decided. An open war would be a good way to start off. The more humans they murder, the more hate they would get. And in the long term, we will wipe them out of the face of the earth without losing our good reputation."

"I have the perfect idea," Lord Williams leans back on his chair comfortably.

...PRESENT DAY

Six blackies, three ladies and three men all in their late twenties, stand in a straight line on the roof of a skyscraper. Jake, a sainty, is also one of them making them seven.

An old man around his hundreds, The Monger, who has a face covered in white long beards and supports himself with a walking stick hobbles towards Jake in his flabby white robes.

"Jake Maguire," the old man pronounces in his shivering pale voice "...by the power bestowed on me by the nabobs, the high-end defensive arm of government. I hereby summons the spirit of the red inferno into you." He uses a white chalk to draw a triangle on Jake's forehead, then hangs the chalk back on his waist to sprinkle Jake with the dirt which is mixed with animal blood inside the jar in his hand.

Jake was the last one on the line. The Monger walks a little backwards from them and draws the fire eye symbol in the center, which resembles an 'X' in a rectangle. This stands for fire and destruction.

The Monger walks around it returning back to his formal position at the head of it, facing the soldiers. The sound of the walking stick intensifies each time it makes contact with the ground. As he returns back to his starting point he begins to chant. Immediately the first series of words leave his mouth lightning runs through the sky making a thunderous noise.

The soldiers all vibrate in shock, that was unexpected of a clear weather. From behind The Monger, two ladies in straight long tight black gowns walk towards the soldiers in their bizarre makeup holding a cup and a knife. Each person they get to amongst the soldiers offers them a hand which they sliced slightly to pour the person's blood in the cup.

Meanwhile The Monger stands over the symbol and continues his enchantments. The weather begins to change with thick dark clouds covering the area. The force of the wind aggravates, even the symbol on the ground begins to glow of white light, and in few minutes the triangle he drew on their foreheads begin to glow along.

When they were done the ladies meet each other and transfer the blood into a single cup. Then one of them brings it to the center of the 'X' in the fire eye symbol and goes to stand at ease behind The Monger.

Eventually the place grows foggy in a way that they can no longer see each other anymore. The wind gusts over them like a storm on a ship on sea, even the blood in the cup gets turbulent and continuously splashes against the cup's wall. In this moment, the soldiers feel as though they can feel the rotation of the Earth itself, further intensified by a feeling of sensing every bit of atom in the air.

Though the chaos of the wind continues to build up with lightening running through the skies over and over again in its thunderous noises, the wizard's voice prevails over all. They can still hear him chanting in a twist of tongue.

In the next few minutes the groaning of demons overwhelm the area with their faces appearing and disappearing indistinctly in form of the wind. At last The Monger utters his final words and a stroke of lightning strikes the blood in the cup instantly making fire burn on the edges of the cup while the blood boils. The place gets calm again and the dark clouds clear off.

The Monger raises the cup up carefully with his two hand, he takes one hand off the cup and stretches it to its mouth. One of the ladies behind him comes forward with her knife and cuts his arm, letting the blood drip into the cup to seal the conjuring. Still now the blood is still boiling.

The Monger walks to them one by one and offers them a sip of the blood. As soon as he was done he walks to the stairway's door and knocks on it.

A guard opens the door for him and his ladies to go through. As soon as he was out of sight Lord Williams comes through the door in slow majestic steps staring at the soldiers like a gamer would a new and more advanced gaming system.

"You're the Rainbow," Lord Williams tells. "...ender of wars, the terminus of problems, preachers of peace but warmongers in nature. You're now society's newest entities."

He walks towards them one by one staring them in the eye and giving them new names. "Inferno Green." He moves on, "Inferno Blue," and goes on and on, basically all the colors of the rainbow, until he meets Jake, the: "Inferno Red."

He moves backwards and stands some paces away from them. "You all have been initiated into a new calling. Eventually your powers will grow and you will exhibit every attribute of fire. One of them being ruthlessness, my personal favorite." Lord Williams briefs. "And of course this new powers come with responsibilities of their own. From henceforth you'd no longer have breaks or holidays as normal soldiers do, still the werewolves are chased to extinction."

"And because of the power we've crowned you with," Lord Williams continues. "...you have no right to quit. Any form of elusiveness would be treated by death of a love one or one's own self as you have signed. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir!" They all answer in unison.

He watches them for a minute confusing them with what message his eyes herald, "Go say your goodbyes to your friends and families. You may dismiss."

They all salute, standing upright. He cracks a smiles and walks towards the exit door before them.

...City

Brown strolls through the city with Jake by his side and his bodyguard behind them. Since the werewolf's attack Brown has opened hands to the idea of a bodyguard. What else should he do? Lights flashed before his eyes mehn.

"You haven't been in downtown for like years, what's giving you the confidence that you know this streets?" Jake queries Brown who bounces before him confidently and vigorously.

"Relax, I know where I'm going," Brown says looking around with eyes marked by plain confusion as they reach a crossroad, but still his face expresses high confidence. "We're gonna celebrate your initiation bro." He points his finger towards one direction like a sniper aiming at the bullseye. "This way," he continues his journey straight, walking across the road, dodging some cars.

Jake points towards another street. "There's a bar a few blocks on that..."

Brown quickly veers into that street like he had known all along. "No hints. I got this. This was the way I was gonna take right from the start."

"Yeah, I know," Jake taunts. They walk a few meters ahead, "You know we could have just had a drink at your bar back at home."

"No, this is a celebration," Brown counters. "You know there was this thing I was thinking about," Brown pauses and turns to face Jake. "You're a sainty, how did you get chosen to be a Rainbow along with all those blackies."

"I was one of those who first encountered the werewolves. It was only fair if I was given a front row seat in the fight to save humanity," Jake explains.

"Ohh, it's fair," Brown shakes his head in agreement. "It's fair."

"There's the bar," Jake changes the mood of the moment pointing to a bar in front of them.

"Whooooh," Brown blows air into his palms like they're boiling. He rushes into the bar before Jake who hurries up to catch up with him. His bodyguard is more of a cool nigga, the kind who won't crack under pressure. He strolls in.

The bar's crowded, looks like everyone had a good day today. A lot of sexy women and muscular men. A lot of wines and everything in between a Friday night outing.

Brown and Jake bounces up to the counter followed by his bodyguard who just stands at his corner as they each reach for seats.

Brown raises his hand in the air, "Hey everyone, my friend just got a promotion at work." Jake tries to calm him, but there was no possible way.

"Drinks on me," Brown announces.

The whole bar starts chanting in joy, suddenly everyone wants a drink. It has suddenly become a more lively party hall. The people don't quite acknowledge Brown as a nabob because his gold flame was lacking and he vibes around with them like a normal person.

"Brown," one of the bartenders, an old man recognizes him.

Brown is deep in thought, he closes up on the old man's face. Then he yells "Old man!" It's obvious he's forgotten the name.

The man laughs with a merry heart. "You're all grown up. Wait, if your back to this bar I have the perfect mix for you." The old man rushes to the wine shelf with enthusiasm.

"I told you I've played ghetto before," Brown blusters.

"Hey handsome," a fine lady comes over and runs her hand on Brown's chest seductively. His bodyguard frowns at her instantly, how he wished he was ordered to throw her out immediately.

"Here, just like you used to enjoy," the old man places two glasses of wine beside them and walks off. Brown grabs a glass and takes a sip.

"You look great," she laughs for no reason. Then she runs her hand down his laps.

He looks at her in surprise of what a dummy she is, then turns to Jake.

"You're so funny." She laughs again. "What if I say, you're the man of my dreams."

"Gurl," Brown yells out in irritation. "I ain't even the man of my dreams."

As soon as the words leave Brown's mouth, his bodyguard pushes her away and she walks off disappointedly.

"By the way Jake, what bout Elsa?" Brown investigates.

"Elsa?" The question hooks Jake like a fish in a hook. He can't hop out. "What about her?" He responds sadly with his eyes deep in a trance.

"Don't worry man, I got this," Brown pats Jake's shoulder as he leaves his seat with the glass of wine in his hand.

"Where are you going to?" Jake wonders.

Brown takes a sip of his wine and yells, "To get your girl for you."

Jake rushes to his front and holds him with eyes widened, "How?"

"I'm gonna be a spy, mehn. Sneak into the werewolves' hideout and hand her a note," Brown tells with confidence like it was as easy as chanting ABC.

Jake laughs, "I thought you was serious man." He chuckles to himself. "Nice shot. You had me there." He punches Brown's chest softly.

"What you talking about?" Brown looks at him like he was a ranked idiot.

"What?" Jake asks casually.

"Get the fuck out of my way. It's been decided," he knocks his head with a finger, "Up here," then continues his journey forward.

"Don't! Don't do that. You can't do that," Jake is struck by surprise and guilt as he finds out his friend is being serious as fuck. He follows him.

"I'm going Jake, for you. Your gonna had your soulmate in your arms soon," Brown applauds his pal tapping his shoulder motivationally. Obviously, his drunk. They've both been drinking at home even before Brown decided to visit a bar in the city.

Jake looks to his bodyguard in a moment of intense confusion. "Stop him." His eyes are almost melting down. He knows how crazy and selfless Brown can be.

The guard ignores Jake like he doesn't even exist with them, and follows Brown closely.

Brown turns to Jake. "Me and my bodyguard has developed some kind of mutual relationship since that time the werewolf attacked us bro. His coming with me," Brown hugs Jake joyfully and walks off with his bodyguard.

"Brown..." Jake's voice echoes. He drops on his knees. Should he report him to his dad? Or to the authorities? But that'd be betrayal and besides they'd know about his romantic feelings for a werewolf. As he stands up the after effects of the initiation hits him, rendering him motionless. The powers which was bestowed him earlier are now ascending in full as commanded.