Storm

I felt a rush of rage that could led me to hit my fists into the wall until my knuckles become purple and swollen.
How could I help my Piroska, even with the best of intentions? I was not responsible for my own acts. I seemed to be a constant danger for myself. If I did not have any trouble, I looked for some.
As beautiful Elfriede would put it, I was a gun turned against MYSELF.

I, as though I had nothing better to do, re-opened Máté's message and clicked on the link.
I must admit, I could not precisely describe what had I seen there. The backgroudn was jet black, with screaming vivid red, its contents one big turmoil, utterly puzzling.
It seemed to be a collection of odd articles and links, with the most demagogical titles like "True Christian values in a world of murderers", "We've been observed", "Knife for traitors".
Anyone who has written those outrageous articles (with outrageous stupid spelling, of course), seemed to despise the Nazi radical movements "for their coward attitude", yet it did not look like a radical left underground movement. The creators of the site showed equal hatred towards right-wing and leftist politicians.
The articles contained lots of suspects and assumptions, including the Pope being an expert in dark magic, and when politicians are supposed to be in conferences behind closed doors, they actually play football.
This was getting ridiculous. True that what else should I expect from Máté.

The icing on the cake was a vile video of conspiracy theories, titled 'The Eyes of the Empire', supposedy banned from most servers of the world.
According to it, every single person in the world is observed by secret intelligence services; every email and electronic message is supervised, every phone conversation overheard.
I could not stand the video.
It had some background music and the speech of the maker, besides, underlining its message, a male voice whispered unintelligible words when the commentator held a pause for a second. That whispering was dreadful. I could catch a few words like "Don't be scared though" or "our enemies", but mostly I could not make out their meanings. Which I did not mind at all.

I could not tell why I felt so repelled. I have seen countless horror films like that, and even worse. This one, though, was supposed to be serious, which just sent chills along my spine.

I stared into the space before myself, and listened to the sounds of the approaching storm outside.
The wind shook the open window-panes, and bang them against their frames. It was a dreadful sound, the glass panes shook and vibrate, screeched and shrieked, the curtains were violently tugged aside by the wind as though they moved on their own. I jumped up to shut the windows.

By then, only a dim light came from outside, the sky darkened, I could see steel blue clouds whirling on it. Then the storm burst out, heavy strings of rain lashed the street, the wind howled (our flat is on the second floor, so the screams of the wind can be frightening), lightnings flashed, and thunders roared.

I quickly switched off the computer, before a sudden lightning could cause any damage.
However, I memorised one word that was often repeated on the site.
E*
It sounded like Avalon, or the fictional realm of Eluria in Stephen King's books.