Energy
Part Two, Chapter Two
Piper, still beautiful and so young, walks through the steel door and sits down upon a roughly hewn chair of wood. One metre away from her, she gives a cautious smile and places folded hands into her lap.
Cyclonis watches for an indeterminate amount of time, patiently listens for an apology to escape her mouth. The meditative intake of breath from her secret friend. Stands up from her cotton bed, boots echoing on the concrete and grasps the warmed bars that separate the women. Feels the vibrating push and pull from their sternums that resonates like a heartstring from one female to another – and urges the Storm Hawk to pick up the wavelength.
Unable to settle her mind, Piper stands from her chair in a ninety-degree angle, a dark blue whirlpool of anxiety. Frowning and sighing she gazes upon the purple polish of her enemy's fingernails. Chipped.
"When will I be released?"
"I don't think they will."
Violet eyes connect with the depths of tangerine; their fingertips brush with repressed tension and inner shudders. Wonders about the day their friendship ended, many months ago, that one evening in Cyclonia. Yellowed letters and broken promises to run away together. Thwart the massacre.
"You never showed up."
Whipping her head away, Piper recoils from the prison's captive audience, rounded boots pointed towards the exit of this concrete cave. Angry by her false sense of security, Cyclonis snarls and hisses out her only weapon. Spittle flies.
"I slept with your boyfriend."
The sylph of a woman lifts her haunted eyes, swirling with agitation and secrecy and issues a tiny, iron smile of her own.
"I slept with yours too."