August is a month for Prompts #6
8/6: ZIT!!
In the early morning hours, the birds sing, the breeze dries the soft green grass of its nightly dew and small creatures forage nearby the castle sized treehouse in the middle of a clearing.
A whistling shriek shattered the tranquility of Mirage and stirred everyone within.
“Mya! What’s wrong? Where are you?” Her father bellowed as his panicked footsteps boomed through the house. Before he arrived however, the creaking pop of her brother's barrel appeared behind her.
Bartholomew poked his head from the barrel and snickered, “What’s wrong Mya?”
Mya turned to her brother and he gasped. He clapped his hands over his mouth and she scowled. He ducked down as a spike of obsidian glass rapidly extended toward his barrel.
Gideon arrived in the nick of time and used one of his books to break the spike before it could make contact, “What are you-“
Mya looked up at her father with a wrinkled brow, her eyes on the cusp of tears, “Look daddy!”
An angry pulsing purple pimple gleamed on her left cheek. It throbbed with its own heartbeat and Gideon groaned and instinctively cringed. Mya started to scream and turned away from him fighting back tears.
“Get Out!” She roared.
“I’m sorry M.P.B,” Gideon said as he stumbled out of the room.
Bartholomew’s barrel rolled out behind him and bumped into the wall. He crawled out of it and said, “Morning dad.”
“When did I become Dad?”
“Your always dad,” Bartholomew said as he shrugged, “Did you see the size of that thing?”
“I can hear you!” Mya growled as she slammed the door shut.
Gideon approached the door and knocked gently, “M.P.B I’m sorry about my initial reaction. I was just…”
“Horrified by the growth that has spawned from your daughter's face!”
“No, it’s not like that M.P.B,” Gideon said, he threw his hands up and sweat beaded on his brow.
“I’m really a Monster Princess now aren’t I?,” Mya wailed from inside the bathroom.
“You can’t cry Mya,” Gideon barked through the door.
“I’m not crying,” Mya sobbed, “Don’t worry I’m not gonna poison Mirage.”
Gideon sighed with relief, Mya’s sway, My Bane, makes everything about his daughter highly toxic, her touch, blood, tears, even her saliva, and hair oozed a potent toxin that could render an elephant paralyzed in seconds.
“What are ya gonna do pop?” Bartholomew asked, “More like monster princess zit. Am I right?”
The door swung open and Mya’s entire body was covered in smooth black glass, a long tail of shifting glass scales clinked as it swayed side to side, her majestic wings were folded gently around her. Her lavender eyes were like gems in the blackness.
Gideon and Bartholomew gulped as she sauntered past them.
“M.P.B,” Gideon whispered, “Where ya going?”
“To dispatch the beast that cast this atrocious abomination on my face.”
“It’s a pimple, it happens to everyone M.P.B its nature.”
“Then the logical explanation is that because I was born into this world it’s your fault that I am now in this condition?” Mya’s wings unfurled like sails and spread threateningly.
Gideon started to laugh and a storm cloud started to swirl over his head menacingly, thunder clapped and lightning crackled.
“Wouldn’t it just go away if you shattered?” Bartholomew chimed.
The storm cloud spread out into delicate cirrus clouds and Mya’s wings shrank into flitting little flags. They looked down at him and he shrugged.
“I mean if you lose a limb and shatter it’s back to normal.”
“He’s got a point M.P.B,” Gideon noted.
“Think about it. You get a hole blown through your abdomen, you shatter and it’s mended again. Wouldn’t the same healing properties apply to blemishes like zits and boils and bunions and such?”
“I don’t have bunions, barrelhead,” Mya quipped. She hated to admit it, but her brother was right. She hadn’t thought shattering to clear her plight.
“It’s worth a shot M.PB.”
Mya’s obsidian covered body began to screech, cracks and craters formed before she ultimately shattered into a billion tiny pieces. The miniscule black fragments of glass swirled all around Gideon and Bartholomew. The sound of sand rushing across the hard surfaces filed the house like a thousand wind chimes. Mya pulled herself back together starting at the feet and finishing with her head. The black glass that encased her body slowly crept back and disappeared behind her.
Gideon and Bartholomew bumped fists, they smiled and sighed with relief.
”Much better M.P.B,” Gideon said with his signature grin.
“Now you don’t look like your face is trying to hatch a new planet,” Bartholomew snickered.
Mya snarled in his direction, a devious smile crept across her face as she pointed at him. An arrow covered in a wriggling purple substance shot from her finger tip as she hissed, “This’ll give you a zit of your own.”
Gideon hoisted her off the ground and placed his arm on Bartholomew’s head.
“Dad stop, she’s gonna get me,” Bartholomew squealed as he used a barrel to lift his arm off his head.
“I’m gonna get her if she does,” Gideon said as an orange scorpion appeared and threatened to sting Mya’s cheek.
They all started to laugh when Elena appeared and snapped a picture of the event.
Stay Tuned…
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By: T. M. Ashley
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