After the Sky Bled

Chapter 3

"What happened to you? You look like something out of a scary movie." Sarah asked as we made our way to my apartment.

"I don't know. When the whole world goes to hell, a mirror is the last thing on my mind." I answered, now more interested in my new appearance. "I just want to find Mira Jane, and work from there."

"Ok, well I'm with you. I've got nowhere else to be." Sarah answered.

When we finally made it to my apartment, something was off. It was almost like I could smell something... different. I could smell my sister, but her scent was strange (and yes the fact that I caught her scent from outside the room did occur to me as weird, but I had more pressing matters).

"Something's wrong." I said, still unsure myself.

"What could possibly be wrong?" Sarah said, more as a statement then a question. Before I could answer, she swung open the door, into a world lacking gravity.

We stumbled into the room; everything that wasn't bolted down was floating. Not too high, just a couple of inches off of the ground. And there, sitting on the couch (which was also hovering) was my sister, Mira Jane; completely calm, just sitting there, surrounded by a floating world.

"So it happened to you too." She said.

"Your brother looks like a demon, and you still keep your calm? You are insane." Sarah exclaimed, exasperated. The braid in my sister's meticulously kept chocolate brown hair bounced slightly as her shoulders shook with a slight chuckle to herself.

"Sit down, both of you" she said, still smiling. It's not like either of us would have said no anyway, but something was different about the way she had said it, her voice reverberated in my head, and it was like my body was pulling itself to the couch. When we sat down, both Sarah and I looked at each other, questioningly, before looking at her. Mira smiled again, this time with contempt, like she had just proven a point.

"What the heck was that?" I asked.

"So I really can do it." Mira Jane said to herself.

"What?" I asked again, with that snarl from before. Mira looked slightly startled by the inhuman sound that had escaped my lips, but she quickly regained herself.

"Influence people's decisions." She answered, as if it were obvious. This answer sparked more questions; she explained how a man had come to the door shortly after she had woken up with a splitting headache. He had been going on and on about gibberish, and was only making her headache worse, so she had told him to leave, he had given a sort of blank, almost confused look, and then walked away. After hearing her story, she asked me mine, and I told her what I knew, what had been going on with my senses, she asked about my demonic appearance, but I was just as confused as she was on that one. Sarah went next, but her story didn't involve an immeasurable pain, followed by waking up disoriented and distraught. She had simply been taking a long bath, and had emerged to the news stations going crazy.

We had to figure out what the hell was going on. We had to find someone who knew what was happening. We had to reenter the mob.