With Your Poison

Chapter 2: Your Wave Length

Chapter 2: Your Wave Length

Back at home Priscilla's mother was waiting for her by the doorway. Clara's slanted eyes were obsidian and cold. Her wavy hair was in a short braid. "Mother?" Priscilla slowly moved towards her mother, "What are you doing up so late?"

Priscilla lifted an unsure hand to Clara's cheek. "How could I sleep when you were not at home? You were out past curfew and your brother was scared," Clara exclaimed, slapping Priscilla with a hard hand.

"Priscilla!" Priscilla's younger brother, Discord, breathed from behind.

He was watching the scene before him with big eyes. Priscilla gave her brother a small smile, tryng to convey to him that she was okay. "Discord, you should go to sleep," she said to him, "I'm sorry I was out late but I'm back now."

Priscilla held her brother by the waist and dragged him back to his room. "Mother's really angry. What should I give her to make her feel better?" Discord asked eagerly.

"I was thinking of an agate studded gold bottle wine but I don't know if now's a good time for her to get drunk," said Discord.

"What about a bow? Do you have that bow you made? She could use it to let her anger out," Priscilla suggested.

They went back and forth for a while, jumping around ideas like hot cakes on a pan. Outside the room, the sound of feet pattering from the kitchen to the living room could be heard.

Discord got up from his spot on the bed and dug through his trunk. Spots of blood covered the inside and empty bottles stained from the liquids filling them before were the prime sight from where Priscilla was standing. Discord eventually got up, finally finding what he had been searching for. In his hand was a rough wooden bow; it was soaked with animal blood but it's usefulness was accredited for.

Discord managed to sit over the bow just as Clara walked into the room. "I can't believe everything that has been happening?" said Priscilla, looking around.

Clara beckoned to Priscilla who sat next to her and began talking. Priscilla got up halfway to push Discord out of the room, but not before he gave his bow to Clara. As he did he could tell by the look on her face that he was going to be asked to clean up.

When Priscilla returned to the conversation, the cleaning that had begun outside could be quite clearly heard. Spoons and pots were clattering, chairs were falling and tables were turning. Priscilla patted her mother's leg as her mother talked. The radio in the living room had been turned up by Discord and the rustling of people could be heard as the presenters tried to calm the crowd down.

"Heavy vibrations could be felt throughout the neighbouring districts as one by one, the lights went out. It is unclear as to who or what has been causing them but we do know that these vibrations travel in wavelengths, each more powerful then the last and have the ability to 'cut off' electricity, as some would call it," said a man.

Crimson, I wonder why I'm thinking of him, Priscilla thought.

"I'm sorry I slapped you, dear. I was just so scared and when the lights went out, not just here but in the neighbouring districts like a power out, I didn't know what to think. Will you forgive me?" Clara asked.

Her small chin wobbled as she wiped her tears away with large hands. "No, I'm sorry. I haven't had sympathy for anyone for so long," Priscilla replied.

"Do you feel sorry at all mom? You treat us like rubbish all the time. Do you feel sorry at all?" asked Discord from the doorway.

Priscilla shook her head. She hated the way their mother treated them as well, she just didn't see any point in talking to her about it. This must have been the tenth or eleventh time she had asked for forgiveness during that week. "I do feel sorry, my babies. I do feel sorry but sometimes I can't control my actions. I swear I will try my best to earn your forgiveness," the two heard Clara say.