The Tornado On Lake Champlain
The ice shattered off of the lake, whipping up into the air along with the water that followed. It created a deadly funnel of air, water, ice, and anything in within 10 meter reach. All you could hear was the screeching of the wind, but it was too hard to see through the snow that blinded your eyes as each individual snowflake danced in front of your face. Cold. All you felt was cold. It seemed to have frozen your blood, and your skin was tingling with pain.
The tornado continued its journey across the lake, more ice splitting, with groans and creaks, from the water. In each crack there was water spitting out violently. It was like from a movie, how the ice seemed to break free from the lake as if it was trapped there against its will, then spiraling up higher and higher into the storm and sucking down clouds as it did so.
Wind overtook your senses. You heard wind. You felt wind. You smelt the wind, the preassure making you feel like choking. You could swear you tasted it too. It was yelling right in your ears, like a little sibling when they wanted something. But this time, you didn't give the tornado what it wanted. It took it itself. The wind was everywhere and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't escape. It filled up every corner, every room.
It was like fighting the atmosphere, a war you were destined to lose.