Obsessions

Disclaimer:

Take a look at me! Do I LOOK like I own these things to you? If I've explained it once, I've explained it a thousand times. Not my place to say what happens here.

This here's a short story, it's not as long as my others, and for a change I won't include other characters in this. Only two,

Okay, it's about 150 miles to New York, New York, we've got a full tank of gas, half pack of cigarettes, and we're wearing shades.

Let's hit it.

Obsession 1: Play the Game

He was in my sights. The Boy Wonder, the young beauty of the Teen Titans, he was here now and he had walked right into my trap. How delicious. A hundred thousand ideas ran through my head. When I was through with him, he'll have gone through only a fraction. I hated the Teen Titans; they had humiliated me, buried me in tons of construction beams and concrete, and then captured me when I had barely managed to escape what could have been an unsuitable tomb for someone like me.

I was perfect, and he would soon come to see that. He would soon come to learn that he is my servant. Bah! Love is no game; you cannot play with toys and say that this is love. All those other girls and boys, no, they did not understand my love. I loved this bewildered child, searching for me in the darkness. I made a noise, purposefully. Its purpose was achieved, and the boy came looking in my direction. I could feel my cheeks burn as his eyes widened. I had to maintain control. But, that face, I could barely contain my excitement. I let myself vanish from his sight, I had baited him and now the game was afoot.

I played upon a thin wire above him. He looked all about, and yet could not see me. I smiled lovingly, his courage was so admirable, and his intelligence led him to me. This was destiny, and here I would prove it. I love him, and yet, in some ways, I feel a burning hatred. I see him all ways, you see, I know all he does. His little game with the stupid alien chick and all the silly game faces he wore. He must love me! No one else may love him as I have. "Come out!" he screamed. Ah! His voice is like a dark trill in my soul.

The other women, they didn't love the dark side of his soul like I did. He had given it a silly name, Red X, but I knew it was him the moment I saw him move. I am all ways watching him, remember? I saw every little movement he made, every breath, and I saw he had a tinge of evil within him. That evil thrilled me so! Darling! Give in to that evil and stay with me forever! "Try and find me," I taunted, leaping into the air and landing on another wire a distance away. I was covered in shadows, and so was he.

"What do you know about Slade?" he demanded, his eyes searching for me in the black chamber. Oh, I knew enough to get him interested, but he would never have a chance to use it. Oh, we are so alike in this way. We are two parts of the same soul, and I want you to be one with me. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I am so close, all too close. Soon, beloved, all I know you will know. "Answer me!"

"So impatient," I cry, "Let's play a bit more. I love Hide and Seek," he seemed to growl, what a low and appealing sound. I would make him angry as often as I could once he was mine. He whipped his head around and looked me straight in the eye. I felt paralyzed as I felt his eyes undressing me. So magnificent, this feeling. That was right; there was the other witch, the one who refused to feel. I wonder if late at night she pondered this sensation, and I wonder what she did with herself as it tingled about her body. He was so hormonal that I couldn't contain the laugh of glee as I fled into the rafters. He gave chase. This was the exciting point. The key to courtship, I had been told, was never to run too fast. But, I didn't want the game to end quite yet. "Red…" I called, as I vanished into a shadow. He stopped as he passed me and whipped around,

"What did you call me?"

"Red," I called again, longingly, "Red X. Come with me, I can make you an offer you won't refuse,"

"I know where you are," Robin said so bravely that I nearly laughed. I proceeded further into the shadow. I looked at him, and he looked for me.

"No you don't," I said, "But I can see you. You're so brilliant in that mask,"

"A mask's a mask," Robin said, "It isn't important,"

"Yes, every mask is like any other," I taunted, "So even while you are Robin, under that mask you are Red X. We're too much alike," I swallowed back my cry to him, now was not the time for that.

"Liar, don't speak like that," he turned away and I took my leave. I appeared before him briefly as he turned back, but he did not see me for long. I had all ready landed on the floor again and began to run towards the exit. Robin leapt, so bravely! And he fell before me. I merely turned to the right and into the darkness. There were winding corridors here, and I could easily play with him from within them. He was so deliciously naïve. "Where are you?"

"Do you want to see me?" I taunted, "How much of me do you want to see?" He did not seem to understand my joke as I flipped back and released my magic. His path was blocked, and so began the rat race. He would catch me in the end, but that's ultimately what I wanted. Once he caught me, I was his forever. Just another one of my obsessions.

I could never be one to hurt him, not like those others, never would I be the one to bring a mark to his gentle face. I loved him so, I love him now, and I will all ways love him, even through my hatred. I felt the breeze as I ran. Had he found me yet? I did not see him anywhere. Oh, simple Robin, have you given up on me so soon? "Come, Red!" I screeched at the top of my lungs, "Chase me!"

"How about we just forget about that," Robin answered. I whipped my head around and saw him smiling so arrogantly, so cocky. I smiled and backed away slowly. Soon, I would lose my footing and he would be all over me, and I would have him. There was a patch of dust and I pretended to lose the delicate footing I held to that ground. With a thud, I was on my back, staring up at him. He descended on me with the wrath of a demon and looked me in the eye. I smiled. "You're mine, Robin," I cried.

"I think you got the score wrong, Jinx," he said. Oh, how he said my name! I brought my hands around his neck and let my intentions out,

"Oh, my love, you are mine forever now," he seemed so shocked at this, but I continued, "I will never let you go, I love you so,"

"Let go of me," he demanded. Oh, so defiant now, but soon that would change. Gingerly I placed my hand on his chest, "Don't touch me," he could easily overpower me, I know, but he refused to. He was enjoying the sensations too much. Who was I to refuse?
"Kiss me," I said, I tried to make my voice a husky purr. The game was not yet over. He refused me so sweetly. "Oh, you don't want that information? I could tell you where to find him, you know, and you could so easily be his most trusted servant, just like you are mine,"

"You're crazy," Robin declared. How I loathed him at this moment. I forced him to the ground and kissed him with all that pent up emotion. I did not let go of his lips, I grasped on for as long as I could, as hard as I could. He looked at me with a beautiful, abysmal expression. "What are you doing?"

"Swear you're my servant forever," I demanded. He looked at me as frightened as a kitten. I kissed his face, "Call me mistress,"

His face refused to answer. There were trails of tears running down from his eyes. He looked so delicate that I buried my head in his chest and sobbed with him. "Love me, that's all I ask of you," I told him. There was motionless silence. Timeless motions, hands touched, and lips found a way to heaven on high. There was nothing but a quiet, timid voice in my ear.

"Mistress."

Fin