Editing Ghosts of Rage (Warhammer High) (section)

===Asking for Help===

Leaving her house, she made the quick trip to Imperator High for a long day ahead. But for the first time in a while, she had arrived early to school. All according to plan as Furia had to begin her hunt. She needed to find the one person that could seemingly help her at the moment. Thankfully, it wasn’t hard for her to find the Prime Daughter.

Isis usually hung out before class near her own locker. Alongside her were two more of her cousins, Morticia and Faith. She ran up quickly to the trio, having no trouble dodging incoming traffic as most students parted ways when Furia came running.

Isis saw her coming by the corner of her eye and turned as she arrived. Morticia smiled as normal, always happy to see her. However, Faith backed up, still remembering their last encounter. Furia paid her no heed as she looked at Isis directly.

“Icy, we need to talk,” she said, giving her a solid stare. She glanced at her other cousins. “Alone.”

Isis didn’t move for a moment, looking Furia over for a bit before saying anything. The two stared at each other for several moments, an internal battle of wills going on. Having enough, Isis gave in to her curiosity. “Alright. I’ll be back in a moment ladies.” Morticia and Faith stared as the two left, wondering what that was about.

Finding an empty side hallway, the redhead sighed as Isis looked her over, seemingly worried. “Furia, what is going on?” she asked her.

Furia clenched her fists for a moment, unsure of how to tell her. It was one thing confiding with Simon who wasn’t part of her family, it was another talking to her cousin who was supposed to be the best among them.

“Do you know what happened to me on Sunday? After the incident?” she started.

Isis nodded slowly. “A bit. Heard the treasury sat down with you, giving you a speech. Not sure otherwise.”

Furia sighed as she took out the Xelaratin pill bottle and handed it over. “I’m on these now, they control my anger right?” Isis nodded slowly, then Furia took out the side effect list. “It causes all these among other intended effects.”

Isis glanced at the paper and whistled. “Wow. That is one long list.”

“Yeah, and I’m only getting some of them for the moment. You probably noticed the changes yesterday.”

Isis nodded once more, handing the paper back to her. “Yeah, my father was asking about you. Asked me if you were acting strangely since Sunday. Wasn’t sure what he meant initially, but you were pretty calm yesterday.”

“Unnaturally calm. I liked it at first, then the side effects took hold. Long story short, I find out what these pills actually do to me.” Furia paused, looking at her black haired cousin. “Isis, I can’t keep taking these. I’ll cease to exist if I do.”

“Alright, simple enough. Stop talking them,” Isis stated flatly.

“And if I have another ‘incident?’” Furia asked her. “If I fuck up again and it gets bad enough, I can go to court. I can end up in jail. And then what? My life will be over just the same if I keep taking these pills.” She sighed, shaking her head. “I don’t see a way out. I want your help to prove me wrong.”

Isis stared at her conflicted cousin. Furia clenched her jaw as she waited patiently for her cousin to answer her. The silence was slowly killing her inside as her the Prime daughter seemed lost in thought, thinking of something while the redhead could only stare.

After a minute, Isis nodded and Furia almost jumped in joy at the signal. Outwardly, she remained still, not giving away her sudden happiness.

“Alright, I have some ideas. Give me some time to plan this out, but you need to tell me you are ready to do anything to get out, alright?”

Furia grunted, crossing her arms. “You kidding me? I’d go fight Kharn if I have to.” The idea itself was suicidal, but Furia meant it when she said she’d do anything.

Isis chuckled at that, shaking her head. “Nothing that drastic yet, but it might get close. I’ll see you later today, alright?”

Furia only nodded as they both went their separate ways. She wondered throughout the day what Isis was planning, but could only wait impatiently for her to return.

Thankfully though, she didn’t spend much time waiting alone as Simon eventually found her between classes. She was at her locker, waiting for traffic in the hallway to clear up before going to class. He walked to her slowly, his usual shy self having returned for a new day. “Hey,” he said quietly, afraid as if someone else would hear them in the booming crowd around them.

“Hey Simon, something wrong?” she asked him, but already knew what was on his mind. He shook his head rapidly.

“No, just thinking about last night, that's all.”

She smirked at him, patting him on the shoulder. “Nothing to think about, alright? Now quit looking like you got something to hide before one of my cousins notice.”

He straightened his back, making it even more obvious to anyone. She made a note to teach Simon how to lie properly at a later date. It wouldn’t matter with her psychic cousins, but it would be a start.

“Did you have a conversation with my mom before you left?”

Furia looked at him quizzically, clearly confused with the question. “No,” she lied. “Why?”

“I had a dream where I was in my room and you guys were talking about me. Not sure about what exactly, but I felt it was about us.”

Furia chuckled at that. “You’re being paranoid, Simon. I don’t have such thoughts and I’m the celebrity here, remember?”

He smiled at that. “Everything okay with you though?” he asked her.

“Yeah, sorry I had to leave. Needed to change and shit,” Furia told him.

“I figured as much when I woke up. Almost thought I dreamt all of last night,” he commented to her.

“Yeah, past couple of days feel like a dream for me. A bit surreal.”

He looked at her strangely for a moment. “I guess that museum must have rubbed off on you for you to use such a vocabulary.”

“Keep talking like that and there won’t be another last night, got it?” she threatened him quickly, but made it out to be a joke.

It was lost on Simon as he remained quiet until class started.