Chapter one
Play both sides. If the cards were right, this could end up being a win-win situation for her. Of course, luck never paid of that way for her and she always had been jinxed. It was, after all, part of her mutation. Such was life. Of course, the things that she was messing with now, they were no laughing matter. Though to her, it was all just how she looked at it.
There were stipulations to both sides of course. Both had rules that could be bent but certainly not broken. On the do-gooder's side of the ring we had honor, justice, American way, and the other baloney they try to shove down your throat in those elementary school classrooms. Then there was the other side. She supposed that there really wasn't a good or bad to this side, for it was such middle ground that it could constitute for both depending on your views on things.
Depending on whether you were a mutant or not.
But they themselves had a common goal of protecting mutant kinds from the humans. By any means necessary. She couldn't always agree nor disagree with their methods of doing this, for her human experiences hadn't exactly been the best. Oh well.
Regardless, she only set herself into preparation of what could possibly be the death of her. Not in the brotherhood, not an X-men. Both wanted her information, and they both wanted to use her.
Jinx.
"Dammit Pyro!"
He rushed out of the room before any of the black orbs could have struck him down. The sound of his heavy hammering boots clunked sloppily down the hallway as he laughed openly at his escape. At least he did before he slipped on a rather large puddle of black, glowing liquid.
"Don't think you're getting away that fast."
The woman that approached him was hardly a few years older than him, but her eyes held a look of someone who has already seen more than twenty years. She looked down at him with a harsh blue stare, cold enough to dim out any flicker of flame inside of Pyro's own eyes. She stood in front of him and tossed a black orb between the palms of her hands.
"The true question is what I should do to you for trying to go through my stuff. And when I was in the shower none-the-less."
He watched the orb carefully before flicking one of his own made of hissing flames. They licked at his hands openly as he now stood with a weapon of his own.
"Perhaps if you told us who you really were then I wouldn't feel the need to find out for myself."
Her hair was still wet, making the color appear black, and it reflected his flames like a shattered mirror. The orb in her hand glowed now with an almost purple aura as it practically begged to be thrown at the flamed man.
"Perhaps if it wasn't for reason's like this I wouldn't feel the need to keep my identity unknown."
"Well, chere, the Gambit can understan' dat one."
She visually tensed at the sound of his voice, that thick Cajun accent flowing freely from the other end of the hall. The both turned to see him leaning casually against the wall, cards filtering through his hands and ruby eyes amused at the tension in front of him.
"Shove off, Cajun boy. I don't have time for your card tricks."
The orb was absorbed back into her right palm which held it absent-mindedly for minutes now.
"Really? With de' alias of Jinx, I figure that y' would be full of tricks."
His smirk lit up as he took in the anger apparent on her face, in those frosted eyes.
"Careful, Gambit. Wouldn't want me to give you a few hundred paper cuts with those cards of yours."
Feeling the stinging reply on his lips, Jinx left without looking at either of the men who both looked after her.
But before leaving the dark hallway, she couldn't resist the flick of her wrist, making all the cards in Gambit's palm fall scattered to the floor.
"De Chere has many tricks, indeed." Gambit stared at the door which held the blue eyed girl with a look of amusement.
"Yes, and Gambit does love de' challenge."
Jinx looked at the small case of things she carried. It wasn't much, but it was all she had. For someone who was wanted by two impressive mutant groups, Jinx was not well off at all. A few outfits of simple clothing, some cash, notebooks and pencils. She had a brush and a mirror in the bag, and that one item in particular she was impressed with, for it took her about two years after her powers emerged for her to stop breaking mirrors with a flick of a finger.
She stopped for a last moment and hesitated on the vision in front of her, reflecting off of the vanity mirror.
Her hair had dried, leaving a wavy brown flow of tendrils about her face down to her breasts. Her hair seemed to get darker as it went along, leaving blackened ends, her hair a rainbow of earth-tone.
She wasn't too tall or short, but she couldn't help but to always seem too busty to herself, with to big of hips that she constantly concealed under too dark clothes.
The one thing she hated all too much about herself were her damn hands. They stood as a testament to her powers. Scars and other abrasions all littered her palms, calluses at the tips of her fingers, all in remembrance of the first few years that she had obtained powers. Mirror shards stuck in her hands, broken or burnt masses often that were thrown into her hand from a black orb accidentally hitting something that she shouldn't have.
Snapping back into her thoughts though, she made one last look to make sure that the black leather satchel was filled and that nothing was left behind.
She lugged the case over her shoulder, and it blended perfectly with the black long-sleeved shirt and pants she had donned today.
The hallway was its usual homey bleakness. Dark in imposing, but she ignored it until she had made it to a pair of metallic doors which automatically opened with sensory triggers.
"Well, Magneto, it's been a regular blast. See ya' wheneva'!"
She was almost out the door when;
"Just a moment, Jinx."
She let out an exaggerated sigh before turning her heel and facing the great magneto himself. He approached her casually enough, but with a look of concern on his face.
"We have an agreement, correct? You will not break the bonds of the contract, or give me any suspicions what-so-ever that you are, and there will be consequences to make sure that you stay on track."
She bit her tongue to not roll her eyes in his face. He made her seem as if she was an irresponsible teen running around past curfew. So what if she had had her wild moments, it's not as if she has chosen a definite side. Her thoughts were only trained on getting this over with though, and she hoped that whatever this would turn into, it would be quick and painless.
At least for her.
"Got it, captain." With mock severity, and she flipped around to rush out of the door.
It never phased her how cheery it seemed once you walked outside of the building which had seemed to drain all color and happiness from everywhere, something that she didn't always seem to mind.
Jinx strode over to the metal containment on the other side of the building which held all of the vehicles. She flipped the switch to find that she was not the only one left in the metal garage.
"Well, fancy seein' you here, cherie." His demon red eyes had almost unnerved her.
"So long, Gambit." She smirked, strapping her stuff to the black motorcycle, a 1300R Hayabusa that she had boosted a few years ago from some rich drunk man, and wasn't she happy for every 190 mph it could hit.
"The Jinx is leaving so quickly?" He swung himself over his own scarlet shaded bike, so nicely polished in extravagance.
"Yeah, well, when one mutant leader casts me out, the other turns me in. I'll be at the institute in a matter of hours." She searched for the keys in her pockets, then pulled it out and revved up the engine. She pulled the boke from its place and coasted towards the exit.
"Such a shame," Gamit pulled his way to parallel with her. "Was nice t' have nice scenery in 'der for a change."
Jinx jetted off, telling herself that that flush creeping up her cheeks was from the wind.
Well next chapter will have the first of the xmen. Please tell me what you think, and I promise you that this will NOT be like my other xmen story.