Sorry for not updating in a few days and for the short chapter. DX Writers block sucks! Anyway, hope you like it!
A few weeks had passed since that perfect picnic. I had been trying my best to help Matthew but since I needed clarification on everything, I wasn't feeling very confident. Even after these weeks, I still didn't understand the workings of how Matthew had become invisible, much less knowing how to help him fix it. I sighed, sitting in my room, staring at the canvas in front of me. My mind was so full of trying to help my chickadee, I couldn't think of a single fucking thing to draw. It was really annoying.
In vain, I run through everything I had managed to learn about the various chemicals. Some of them reflected light back in different wavelengths, making color. Other reflected back the original light, making it seem like nothing was there. Then there were the gas that were too sparse to affect the light in any meaningful way. I run through all of these things that I had learned but can't come up with a way where me being an artist can help.
I run my hand through my hair in frustration and sit forward. Painting has always been my way of getting out frustration and I was determined to paint something, even if it was just some random splatters. There's a market for that now, right? It wasn't what I wanted to paint, I'm not even a major fan of that kind of art.
I sigh and close my eyes, thinking about what I always did when I need inspiration. My chickadee, Matthew. My mind goes straight to that wonderful picnic from a few weeks ago. I remember Matthew's eyes sparking in mischief when he had sprayed me in first with whipped cream and then maple syrup. His big, bright smile at full blast. Since I was always thinking about Matthew, I hardly even noticed that his was almost completely see through but now that I had been charged with helping him become visible, I was really noticing it. I'm sure that in some cases it would be helpful but in day to day life, it must be really annoying.
I start running through what I knew about color, not just about what paints mixed together but how light and color affected each other. If I recall correctly, all the colors together made white when it came to light. And color was light waves moving at different speeds. I know that a rainbow formed after it rained because of the rain droplets acting like… prisms. Prisms separate light into colors. If Matthew had gotten his cells infused with something that reflected back all the wavelengths then maybe getting his cells fused with something that separated the light would be the answer.
I dive for my bag and started going through it, searching frantically. There it is. I pull out my prism and hold it up to the light, watching it separate into the rainbow. If there was a chemical that could reflect back the original light like a mirror then there must be one that acts like a prism, or at least a combination that will.
I nod and head towards the laboratory, holding the prism. I hope this is the help Matthew was talking about but I'm sure it will help. I walk into the lab and see Matthew there, working on an experiment. He looked up as I walk towards him. I hold up the prism, letting the light go through it. "Maybe you need to separate the light into colors to become seen."