Sonic Distortion

Mia relished in her brief tactical victory. She understood more about Roxy than she had before. The Punk Princess loved to embarrass others but was mortified by being exposed herself. It was something she could use against her. She figured all it would take was losing her shirt or pants, and she’d crumble in her hands.

But, first, she’d have to find her again.

Mia left the guest bedroom and stopped in the hallway, where she saw the strange glasses Roxanne had worn throughout their battle. Turning them over in her hand, the colors shimmered in the light. They most certainly were more than a fashion item.

She donned the glasses, and her vision became orange—because, of course, that would have been Roxanne’s chosen color. Mia played around with the tiny buttons on the side of the glasses but only succeeded in switching out the colors.

She grimaced, hoping that she could have figured out how they worked and then used them against Roxy herself. Nevertheless, she replaced them on the table and began her search for her opponent.

Mia sauntered through the mansion, listening out for any signs of Roxanne, but there was little more than her own steps as the sun continued to set outside. Gradually, the automatic lights switched themselves on, eliminating the long shadows.

She continued meandering until she came to a long room that reminded her of an old-timey ballroom. The bare wood floor was covered mainly by a worn carpet. Landscapes decorated the walls, punctuated by high windows looking out onto the rear of the mansion. Mia stopped to gaze out of it, seeing a maze, a pool, and what appeared to be some miniature forest in the distance.

The air held a stale edge, making her wonder how often this part of the mansion was used. Then she smelled something. She sniffed the air and caught a whiff of something citrusy.

With startling stealth for someone wearing boots, Roxanne appeared in the doorway at the opposite end of the room. Her pulse caught as the younger girl stood opposite, glaring at her with those watery eyes.

“Roxanne –”

“You fucking bitch.”