-1Chapter 18
A few minutes earlier from that moment, Priscilla was still tossing and turning. Journeying through memories that were haunting her dreams was no walk in the park. Priscilla eventually woke up in her fight against them. Jorelo, still watching over her, had greeted her with a question.
"…How are you feeling?" The fudgehog asked her regardless of knowing she wouldn't respond. Reacting to his voice, Priscilla let out a small moan of pain and sat herself up. It was then Jorelo could hear a soft female voice but it was rather one lingering inside his thoughts.
"I just woke up," it spoke, "and I don't feel so great," Jorelo blew it off as his own thoughts speaking for her, he kept staring at her hoping maybe she would climb out of bed. Priscilla checked herself over wondering why Jorelo kept eyeballing her, "something wrong?" The voice popped into Jorelo's head again.
"…Am… Am I hearing things?" Jorelo asked himself as he check to see if anything was messing with his hearing.
"No, I'm talking to you Jorelo," it spoke again. Jorelo now started to look around, no one else was in the room and the house was pretty much quiet except for Prisca typing on the keyboard and Pandora's moderate snoring.
"…Who are you?" Jorelo called aloud while still surveying the room, hoping Priscilla didn't think he was talking to her.
"It's me… Priscilla," she said in her telepathic way still looking at the confused fudgehog, Jorelo faced himself towards Priscilla, "I'm sorry for the confusion, I didn't mean to make you think you were crazy," Jorelo gawked at her in astonishment.
"…If this is Falkor's doing I-" Priscilla's telepathy cut him off, "no, this is me talking Jorelo, Falkor has no part in this," she told him the truth as it had shown in her eyes, making Jorelo placing his trust in her words.
"Okay… Anyways," Jorelo began, "what's with the mind talking business?" Priscilla scooted over the edge of the bed and sighed.
"I don't feel like using my voice really," she said as she pushed herself off the bed and stood up to face Jorelo, "besides, this way is much easier for me," she admitted, Jorelo decided to let the matter go and ask a different question.
"Yeah, that'd be easy if I could do that too, but why couldn't you talk to us earlier?" Jorelo tilted his head in confusion. Priscilla shook her head before responding.
"I was too troubled to do anything sane," she explained, "but… The sight of other piñatas" her mental voice trailed off, "it's something I haven't seen in years," Priscilla broke eye contact and looked at the bedside. "And it calmed me down considerably when you all welcomed me with open arms, especially you and Pandora," she giggled telepathically as she looked back at him, her facial looks and mouth matching each small laugh, "it's been years since I last saw you two," Jorelo became lost with her last comment.
"Last saw you two?" he repeated, "you mean we met before? I don't recall anything…" Priscilla shook her head again.
"You can't, because you can't remember back that far," Priscilla put obviously, "I've watched Prisca work tirelessly on bringing you both to life," Jorelo cringed slightly after she said that, but she kept going, "of course I was five years old around that time, I'm lucky I still remember that," she chucked, by this time Falkor made his way upstairs, he past Jorelo's room and then walked backwards and looked inside the room at Priscilla.
"I see she's up, how is she?" Falkor asked Jorelo, Priscilla glowered at him.
"This SHEhas a name, y'know!" Falkor heard her voice, but hadn't been properly informed of where it came from.
"Huh, who said-" Falkor started, though Jorelo didn't let him finish, "it's Priscilla's way of talking, don't worry about it," Falkor took his word for it.
"Okay Jorelo…" he shrugged as he turned back to Priscilla," I'm sorry about what I said earlier Priscilla," he paused for a bit before continuing, "I didn't think that you'd be, well… Eh… Smarter?" Falkor tried to come up with a better word, but he had settled for that. He expected a smack in the face, however unlike her sister, Priscilla was mercifully.
"It's okay, I've made a full recovery," she said while examining herself, "I wish I could rid myself of these scars though…" She pouted at them before looking back to Falkor as the white fudgehog faced Jorelo.
"Melony's still downstairs," Falkor informed him, "I hope she doesn't mess around too much down there," Falkor bit his lip in nervousness.
"Falkor!" Jorelo shouted at him, "you know how Melony is with technology!" Jorelo cussed at him, luckily Priscilla was there to calm Jorelo down.
"Take it easy," she interjected, "that place is idiot proof, I doubt she could do any harm," she smiled confidently which made Jorelo let loose of his anger.
"You've been there longer than I have, so I guess I'll have to trust you in that," the dark fudgehog said as he released his anger in the form of a sigh. Falkor had welcomed himself in and laid down on the bed.
"I need to rest for awhile," he groaned, "my mind's too overloaded," Priscilla walked over to Falkor and rubbed his forehead while Jorelo asked him a question.
"With what?" Jorelo asked him, wondering what could be burdening him.
Falkor closed his eyes and replied, "a recent webcam video or something, with Prisca talking about some upcoming apocalypse, I just don't want to think about it,"
"Falkor…" Jorelo started, thinking it was probably just a theory of Prisca's, "I doubt there'll be anything like that happening soon,"
"There will be, she was sure of it," Falkor insisted, Priscilla patted him tenderly on the head.
"Don't think about it," the pretztail attempted to calm Falkor down, "just get some rest," she instructed him as she heard another pair of steps climbing the stairs, but she had ignored them. Falkor sighed as he rolled over onto a pillow and said nothing.
"You don't really think…?" Jorelo asked Priscilla, she shook her head.
"Not in the least," Priscilla answered. She hadn't really gave it any thought, probably because she heard the name Prisca and ignored the message completely, even in sanity Priscilla hated her mother.
"Malak!" Prisca's voice could be heard throughout the house.
Priscilla had thought to herself, "Malak? Here? It can't be!" She saw Prisca's shadow growing over the floor of the hallway.
"Let me see him!" Prisca had barked at what was thought to be Malak. Priscilla made her way outside and had stopped Prisca in her tracks with one word…
"Prisca!" She shouted vocally, she knew she was going to be in for it now. Prisca shot a cold stare into her daughters eyes.
"Priscilla," she growled as her eye slightly twitched, "…Don't interfere," Prisca knew Priscilla had recovered completely, but she didn't think the blue pretztail would take her rebellion this far.
Jorelo could feel the bad vibes being given off in the hallway, extremely bad vibes. The fearful fudgehog shut the door and sat on the recliner, hoping this wouldn't break out into a fight to the death.
Priscilla's voice had woke Pandora from her sleep. She opened her eyes and got out of bed, Pandora wondered what the hell was going on now.
Prisca stood in the middle of the hallway facing Priscilla, who was at the near end of it.
"Pandora," Priscilla called to her mentally, Pandora had felt a rush of energy fill her body, "it's time to fight," she spoke to her softly before rallying her up, "she's vulnerable now! If you want to show her your revenge, now's the time!"
Pandora had gone into another trance without even thinking about it. Prisca checked behind her shoulder expecting to see some other feeble piñata, but instead she was greeted by a decently sized fireball to the face. The fire went out instantly, however her face was left charred to a deep black..
The furious Prisca ignored the pain and focused all of her being on Pandora, who was overtook by rage like Priscilla was long ago. Pandora did not hold back, she had to make sure Prisca had suffered plenty before finishing her off, and what better way to do that than to light her on fire?
Pandora had engulfed Prisca in flames, but not before taking a few hits in the chest by a few large icicle spears, but that was nothing once they had melted away and the holes left in her chest regenerated. Priscilla had seen the danger of the situation, Pandora was not going to come out of her tantrum anytime soon. Priscilla had ran back inside the room she exited earlier.
"Jorelo! Falkor!" She called for them in her telepathic way, Falkor opened his eyes but didn't answer, she could see the look on Jorelo's face that he knew what was happening.
"Is Pandora okay?" Jorelo asked as he got out of the recliner, "I need to go make sure she's okay!" but Priscilla had grabbed him by the arm before he could open the door. "Hey!" the distressed fudgehog shouted at her.
"We need to leave, now!" Priscilla shouted, even though it hurt her inside to leave the others behind, Falkor sat up and was instantly filled with concern.
"What's going on? Something gone wrong?" Falkor asked the pretztail, she nodded at the fudgehog.
"No time to explain," she ended as Prisca's cries of pain could be heard through the door. Priscilla took them both by their paws and teleported out of there.
Melony however, had already escaped back into the basement with Malak, hoping to escape the fate that Prisca was enduring. Little did she know that the fire had begun to spread. Melony attempted to get the that window open again, they could hide there until the fire was put out. However there was a problem, Melony had no idea how to turn it on, and randomly pressing buttons didn't help at all.
"No-o-o!" Melony cried out as she saw the fire spread it's way downstairs. There was nothing Melony could do anyways, because before Prisca had confronted her earlier, she had also cut off the power off in the basement. Though Melony, having no idea that that conniving pretztail did such an evil deed, had kept working until the flames had ate her alive. Though Malak had a different fate as he began to glow like Jorelo and Pandora had. unlike Melony, he was going to see himself through all the chaos.