The first part is found here: http://thepaddedcastle.wordpress.com/2013/11/23/challenge-200-words-to-begin/comment-page-1/#comment-2
This is 2/5 of the Terrible Minds 200 word Challenge: http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2013/11/22/flash-fiction-challenge-200-words-at-a-time-part-one/comment-page-1/#comments
The trio looked at the fence in front of them. It was a simple chain link, but it had to be about ten feet high, and the razor wire on top added another two feet. He was expecting this, but he was not expecting to have two girls on his coat tails. He could take care of himself, now he was pretty sure they would all die.
Except for his heavy breathing and the muffled sobs from the girls, it was silent. The setting sun was hidden by an ominous sky, promising rain at any moment. He knew what happened when the rain came, so he needed to move fast. He surveyed the barrier one more time, but froze as the wind brought an all too familiar smell. He turned to face the direction they were running from. The trees edging the clearing began to sway as the wind picked up. He could hear the soft pattering of rain on the leaves. The air rushed out of his lungs as the storm descended upon them, bringing with it more than just wind and rain. The three had to move now or accept certain death.
They were coming.
Some called it magic, some called it superpowers. Evan knew it was neither. This was the taint of long absent Gods waking to a modern world. And it was the last thing he wanted. He didn’t care about his lineage or being Immune. He just wanted to forget The Five and go have a beer, maybe watch his Alma Mater lose, have a belly full of buffalo wings, and be out $150 to his college rival and best friend, Clem.
He damn sure didn’t want to go on the run with two scared, God-touched – but mortal – teenagers.
Hollowed out screams split the air, then faded.
Death fueled this storm. The will of the Gods is parasitic. It pulls air out of lungs to make wind, and moisture from skin and leaf to make rain where there’s none. All left behind this storm was the husk of dead earth. And now, the wind brought the smell – dried bile, pus, and metallic, flaking blood. His nose ran from the acridity.
Wind, Water, and Soul were coming, so what was he to do with Earth and Flame?
“Flame, we don’t have a choice.”
“No, I’ll kill everything here!”
“So be it.”