House of Stormageddon

Mommy's Vase

*CRASH*

"Melody Stormageddon!" The voice of the scariest force in any dimension I've ever been to shouted not more than five seconds after the crash soared through our 'Home-Wing' of the prison. My Mother.

"If I've told you once, than I've told you a million times! Do not chase the dog around the house with NightHawk!" (NightHawk is my magic guitar. It changes into different things when I strike certain chords and notes.)

Snipe was out of sight and I could hear the thunder of Mother's feet as they massacred the floor below them. She was coming fast. Panicking, I decided the best choice was to make myself scarce so I made NightHawk transform into a hoverboard by easily striking a few notes on the first string.

"MELODY! GET YO' [Censored] BACK HERE!" I could hear her yell in the distance as I hoverboarded away as fast as I could. I blew past my sisters and out the door to the ne place I could seek refuge. Father's office.

Now, don't get me wrong, Father is one of the greatest Icons of Evil and would have greatly loved to see me suffer at my Mother's hands. However, his office was the one place Mother hated to go. Somethin' about to much blood staining the walls or the screams being to loud or somethin' stupid liek that. I think his office is a very pleasant place to be.

Now, the thing about NightHawk is that apparently it's to much responsibility for a kid to handle, so Mother put a Parental Lock on it...making it so that there's a time-limit on transformations... I was almost to his office too! But no! NightHawk had to change back just in time for me to be travelling at a speed that which a smooth crash was impossible. I crashed right into Father's office door and land smack on the wall, face first. ...good thing NightHawk didn't break...

"You silly child. If you're going to crash into my office, tell me first," Father rolled his eyes as he peeled me off the wall. "That way I can set up a contraption for another patient. Think, their life will all depend on where you smack into the wall."

Father likes to set up various contraptions to which he subjects his 'patients,' the prisoners incarcerated at Stormageddon Prison of Darkness. When I was little, I found it weird that after all the screaming his patients did, they just randomly stopped moving and became really quiet. Father said they were just taking a nap...a really long nap...

"Yes father, I'll be sure to scream as I run away next time," I rubbed my head.

"And who's to say I won't turn you in?" He sneered as he turned back to his patient who had ducktape over his mouth. "What did you do this time?"

"I was chasing Snipe around the house with NightHawk and I accidently broke mom's vase again," I confessed as I looked over his patient.

"Honestly, I don't know why we keep that thing around here..." he scowled as he used a pair of shears to split the patients heart into 2 while it beat its final beat. The technique he used with his hands was a nice one.

"Who? Snipe, Mom, or the Vase?"

"All three..."

"..." I looked at him all confused like, hich caused him to rethink what he said.

"I'm sorry honey. I know what I said but I love your mother very much! After all, if I didn't love your mother, how would I be able to put up the the three little mistakes that came with her?" He gave me a huge, seemingly fake, smile and a pat on the back.

"So my daddy does love me!" my face lit up with joy.

"uh-huh...sure..." he rolled his eyes and started to disassemble the patients body. When I was little, he told me he did that so that they could be entertained later when they tried to put themselves back together like a puzzle...after they wake up. "So, how's school?"

"Dad, its the middle of summer. I haven't been to school in 2 months..." I answered confused. Shouldn't he know this? he is my father after all...oh well, what can you expect.

"Oh..." he looked at me confusedly. "Then where are you girls all day?"

"Well, I'm usually out 'playing' with the inmates. Timon plays on her laptop or plays with snipe or somethin', and Sky's usually hanging out with Marcel and Victor," I answered.

"So that's why they've been screaming louder lately...I was wondering what was going on," He stroked his chin for a second before going back to disassembling the patient.

"I've just been playing ring-around the rosy..." I cocked my head to the side.