The Sirens

The sirens howl their protective screech, loud and clear all through 
the night. What was once a still calm time is now a storming fight. 
The people scream and shreek with fear, while small children and 
animals cry, lost among the terror of the night.
Confusion sweeps upon them all, scattering to flee, running to go, 
hoping to escape with their lives.
But in the distance there is no movement, one alone stands, wonder and 
fascination clearly visable upon the face that stares down the thing 
that motivates all else to leave.
They run.
One remains.
The winds are angry now, whipping and screaming their persistant 
threats, wild and ferocious snarls tear through the night.
Still one remains.
It approaches, with it comes the sand funnel shaped and huge reaching 
from the heavens themselves to touch down and destroy.
The fascination peaks, The one that remains is no longer still.
In long great strides the monster and man do meet, and in one great 
pull he is drawn into the howling vortex, terror, adrenaline, and 
wonder run through his veins. He is pulled upward, through the mass of 
debris into the very center of the beast, and he rises, no longer 
spinning, eyes wide unable to blink though they burn in the wind, and 
for a moment he is in the heavens themselves, and then the sky turns 
black.