Unexpected

Chapter One: Never thought of Superstition

The small, shadowy figure of a young woman was not what gave her away. Flash knew that she could not help the fluorescent flame of her light pink locks. Even so, he could not help the small chuckle rumbling from his chest. He could tell where she was from miles away, powers strong or not. After the confusion Madam Rouge had brought, he knew for sure how to tell this lady from any other. He jumped off the skyscraper he had been perched on and hoped his speed would surprise her as it always did.

This was not really a planned meeting; Flash had been delighted to see her wondering about… though he did wonder why. He seriously doubted she wanted to see him. Either way, he was excited to see her. It had not been so long ago that she abandoned her love for Madam Rouge and let him go. Sprinting shouldn't even be the word to use for what the cherry haired boy was doing. He used all his power, his might to reach her as fast as he possibly could. The town's clock chimed its normal London sounding chime to inform its inhabitants of the eleventh hour.

Sadly for him, however, he had been running so fast that he tripped over his left foot and skidded in front of the girl he took such deep interest in. He could have laughed at how his speed surprised her after all. She looked down at him with wide, magenta eyes staring and cherry blossom lips parted in shock. How lovely she looked in the dim lighting… as if. There was hardly any lighting; the light that she glowed in was the light shining from her magical hair and eyes. Looking up into her incandescent eyes with his luminous own, he smiled, "Hey Jinx."

He could barely imagine what she thought he looked like, dirt smudged across his face and a little cut on his neck from the scrape he took after the trip. How he propped himself up on his arm and smiled up at her. He knew his hair had to be a mess, which irked him very much. He wanted to look perfectly dashing to her, he wanted to dazzle her. Of course, that had been his intention all along and he still did not know what she thought of him. That bothered him immensely too. Still, she smiled at him warmly for some reason. They were not really friends, they should have been foes, but neither could bring themselves up to hate each other. Was it a physical attraction that denied them that?

Thinking about this to himself as she offered him a hand to help him up, he realized instantly upon the touch of their fingertips that this was not true. Where as he did feel an attraction towards her, the part of it that was physical was no where near this mysterious intriguing feeling she caused in him. No, it was nothing near as hollow and plain as a mere physical attraction. They were not Batman and Catwoman. She confused him so much though. And as though to prove it, the moment he was up but their hands still clasped she cast out a bright pink light as she jinxed him back onto the ground.

Yeah, she really, really confused him. He looked back up at her again puzzled, "Why pull me up if you just push me back down?" She was never predictable and proved this as she giggled and started to walk away, "Because you just look so dashing laying there all dirty." Immediately he was on his feet and rushing to her side, "Don't forget how exquisite you look with the light your hair brings to your face." She halted to a stop and looked hurting, "Don't be sarcastic about that, please." Looking at him with her gemstone eyes, she saw that now he looked deeply offended, "I wasn't."

Jinx was completely unpredictable. She then ran as fast as her legs would carry her away from him. She must have known that he could always out run her, yet she persisted on running anyway. The enchantress ran this way and that, doing everything she could to confuse him and lose him. Yet for every step she took, he was always 12 ahead. Still, she would not give up. Seconds passed and she still tried. "Sooner than later she will have to give in and tell me what I did wrong," Flash thought to himself. But she did not give up. She would never give up, she was so stubborn. At last, they reached a dark alleyway where she was trapped. "Surely now she will tell me," he thought once more only to be disappointed. Rather than telling him why she was upset, she snapped at him, "Why do you persist being around me? You should hate me!" "Why won't you tell me what upsets you about it?" He cleverly countered. "I'm bad luck," her voice started to shake now, as did her body. All that running had left her physically exhausted. It was kind of funny how her body was weakening but her spirit still burned as dangerously as ever. He looked at her with concern, "You're going to fall." "I'm fine!" She snapped.

Of course she did fall. She closed her eyes tight, bracing herself for the impact to the ground only to find that it never came. A voice as warm as sweet as caramel slithered smoothly into her ears causing her eyes to open, "Luck is what you make of it." A strange feeling washed over her, like the warm feeling of slipping into a hot bath. The enchantress felt relaxed and something she had never felt in her life… safe. The temptation to surrender was more than she could possibly bare and she completely succumbed to his delicious scent and strong hold. At least, her body did. She had quite a few things to say about it, "Let me go, I will be fine!" He quirked a brow, "Is that so?" "Yes it is so." "Well I'm going to take you hostage." He chuckled softly to himself as he teased her. She glared at him, "I thought you said you were one of the good guys." "One of the best," he corrected.

"What will my team members think when I don't turn up tomorrow morning?" She panicked at the thought of them realizing she was missing. Yet he seemed wholly unaffected. In fact, he continued to chuckle! "Then they can mean their name is the hive five." He could tell that if her body was rested enough to consent, she'd blast him into next week for that. She was extremely devout to her team for some strange reason that he believe that neither of them knew. It was cute in a way, though. They held her back so much, and yet she stuck with them. Still teasing, his eyes still dancing he smirked at her in his arms, "You ready for the ride of a lifetime?" Jinx's eyes widened in fear as she realized what he was about to do, but she could not stop him from speeding to wherever he lived.

She hated the feeling that he gave her. Her sensible side knew it was wrong, but she loved the feeling. Jinx loved the feeling, but dreaded what could happen if she gave in to it. The feel of her blood on fire, pulsing through her veins was an amazing pleasure. As if the light feeling in her stomach from being around him wasn't enough, he just had to run to wherever he was taking her. Still she protested, even though she was strangely enough enjoying herself, "Something will go wrong! You don't know what you're doing. My name is what it is for a reason. Let me go." She had always thought that when Flash ran, he must have had the wind rush in his ears like nothing else. She had always imagined that in the moments he sped that the wind would ring in his ears like the grim tolling of a bell. Yet she discovered that he sped so fast there was no wind. It was an eerie silence that he broke by replying, "Your name is what is because of superstition."

"Aren't you superstitious?" She asked him, not believing what she was hearing from him. Her power, just her being there… her existence was based on superstition and yet he isn't superstitious? He must have been. The most powerful thing about Jinx was that she was only visible to people who believed in bad luck. It was what hid her well from the police. Most men who become police are no-nonsense kind of men. The women are just tough. Usually they didn't see her when she walked by. It kept her safe for the most part. "No," he murmured, "I didn't say I wasn't superstitious, I just never think of superstition." This made her sore and bitter. Everything she stood for was the idea of bad luck and ill fortune and he never thought of it? Yet he constantly left her roses? The girl with florescent pink hair snapped at the young man carrying her to a place she could rest safely at, "You mean to say you never think of me? That is what I am. I am bad luck."

Then something rather strange happened. He stopped. She looked around her and noticed that she was somewhere underground. It looked like an old castle, the stone structure and color gave her the feeling that she was in the lower chambers of a large manor. She thought she was being silly when a peculiar feeling of respect washed over her. All the enchantress could do was stay where she was staring in awe at her surroundings. It was a truly stunning place to live. What she didn't realize was as he set her down gingerly upon a soft cushion was that her surprise was adorable to him. Whilst the young lady gazed upon the yellow stone, the young man gazed at the lady.

Jinx attempted to speak, but ended up mumbling. Luckily he heard it when she asked, "You live here?" The crimson haired boy nodded softly when her eyes slid over to where he was. Her normally loud, triumphant voice was soft and surrendering, "Where is this? How long have you lived here?" The young woman with pink locks turned her head to notice that Flash was ambling over to a large black piano. And then before she could mumble another syllable, delicately depressing notes sauntered to her ears. It was a sad pattern that sounded like something that she hadn't heard before, but something that she'd been thinking in her mind her whole life. It was heart breaking and yet tranquilizing. The melody repeated itself several times to make a song, and the enchantress knew there must have been words to it. Every time a sequence rippled off the keys, it was different, yet similar to the previous sequence. The intro was a gentle play of the melody in an upper octave, where the verses played the same sound in lower octaves. She gradually nodded herself off to a state of unconsciousness, but she could have sworn before she let her eyelids drop that a flash of red hair was in front of her.