Music and Writing, they go hand in hand. Let's see if you can guess which song this scene was written to! No cheating those of you familiar with it already! From Time Masters 2, The Prophecy:
They had just reached the sidewalk when Kitty suddenly noticed two of the men from the corner walking toward them. She put a bag-laden hand behind Shona to steer her the other way, then noticed the man from the department store coming at them from that direction, the van moving along side him.
Every kidnapping movie Kitty had ever watched flashed through her mind. She knew, just knew what was about to happen next.
Suddenly, music blared from inside the electronics shop in front of them. Shona’s eyes locked on the open door.
Led Zeppelin suddenly surrounded them as a concert appeared on the TV screens in the shop’s windows. Shona threw her head back as she began to absorb the music. The men still approached, the van drawing closer.
Shona bared her teeth at Kitty and hissed.
Kitty whimpered, eyes wide. Uh oh ...
The ground suddenly shook.
The men stumbled as they began to speed their approach.
Shona moaned and looked to the sky, her arms out to either side of her. She then saw Kitty’s horrified face, felt her panicked state.
It made Shona angry.
The sidewalk cracked.
Shona’s head snapped toward the man by the van. She crouched, her body alive with power. Acting on pure instinct, she placed both her hands on the cement.
The man bellowed as he fell forward onto the pavement. The van also stopped in its tracks. She turned to the other two men approaching from the other side, who had stopped short in horror. She went through the same set of motions, and the men suddenly screamed in pain.
Kitty could stand it no longer. “Let’s get out of here! Run!”
“Hush.” Shona growled as she continued to soak up the music blaring from the shop. Once more she threw her head back, flung out her arms, and this time, began to sing along. There was a huge jolt, as the earth beneath their feet began to shake. Car alarms went off around them as the pavement cracked and buckled.
Kitty watched in horror as several cars were bucked along the street and onto the rippling sidewalk. One hit a fire hydrant and water began to spray everywhere.
Glass began to explode out of the nearest shops. The buildings across the street started to lose windows and fixtures.
“Shona! We have to get out of here! You’re tearing the place apart! And I am not, I repeat, NOT going to kiss you to make you stop!”
Luckily for Kitty, the music stopped when the power in the shop failed. The shaking ground also smoothed out to a gentle roll as Shona quieted down.
Kitty was finally able to shove her best friend away from the scene and back across the street. She turned one last time to look at the men, and gasped. All three men’s legs were sunk into the pavement, two of them up to their knees. They writhed and cursed in pain. The van too, she noticed, had sunk into the pavement, its now-flat tires covered halfway in asphalt. “Oh, my God ...” she breathed as they stumbled through the park. What was her friend turning into?
"Saints, lass, what the bloody hell happened?" Dallan demanded as he suddenly appeared infront of them, taking in the damage Shona had wrought. He never should have left them alone.
The girls stood still as statues amongst the din. Car alarms were going off everywhere; sirens could be heard fast approaching. Dallan grabbed both women and quickly pulled them away from the park, around the corner and into a nearby alley. He scanned their surroundings then focused on his wife, eyes narrowed to slits.
"All I ... I..." She gulped. "I just listened to ..."
"Listened!" He groaned and spun on Kitty. "What did ye let her listen to?"
"Don't blame this on me!" Kitty shot back. "I didn't let her listen to anything! Some concert was on a bunch of TVs over there in that window! They had the speakers on really loud!" She pointed and stomped her foot at the same time. The window in question was now a pile of shattered glass, as were several of the televisions.
Dallan's jaw twitched. He took a long breath through his nose then held up one hand. "Not. Another. Word." He then saw the stricken look on Shona's face and recalled the sight of the cursing men across the street. "Are ye hurt lass?"
"No. In fact, I feel ... ah ... well ... incredible! Like I could take on an army."
Dallan peeked outside the alley. Several police and fire people were there asking questions as they examined the cracked concrete, broken glass and busted up cars. At least half a dozen car alarms still drowned out the frightened chatter of the spectators. But what really got everyone’s attention were the men rooted in the sidewalk. Even the fire and police people could only stare in astonishment.
"Saints, woman!" He whispered as he ducked back into their scant concealment. "Ye've got to learn to control yourself!”
“That’s not all she’s got to learn to control.” Kitty grumbled as she fell against the alley wall and slid down it to the ground. “Shona. Don’t take this wrong, but ... what are you?”
Shona looked at her in shock as the reality of what she’d just done began to sink in. “I do not know...”