Jinx cackled gleefully as another car was blown to pieces, the owner of the vehicle not hearing her maniacal laughter over the sound of his own screaming. She heard the police sirens, let out a giggle, then sprinted away from the scene of the crime, her amused laughter never once ceasing.
It had been such a great idea to come to England. Now she didn't have those annoying cops, Caitlyn and Vi, after her all the time. The police here were a joke by comparison to those two [Seriously, it was like comparing an army soldier to a town deputy.] It made the chases boring...but that was a small price to pay for all the chaos and destruction she could get away with spreading here!
As she disappeared down several side streets and alleyways, she managed to avoid the cops with ease. She was a master of escaping the law, even if her methods left many scratching their heads in confusion.
She smirked as she watched the police cruisers drive right past the alley she was hiding in, she sometimes wondered why many cops didn't stop to check alleyways and usually only focused on roads, then she would shrug her shoulders and think, 'Meh, all the more fun and easy to get away for me!' with a mental chuckle. When she was sure they were out of earshot, she fell on her butt and began to laugh harder than she ever had. Those police were so cute, thinking they stood a chance of ever catching her. Even if they did find her, she was an expert at dodging bullets...but she certainly didn't think they were. When she had laughed herself out, she rose to her feet and made her way back to the house she had..."borrowed" from a man who had tried to corner her in an alley and have his way with her. She had taken him out in mere seconds, but went a little overboard, and decided 'No sense letting a perfectly good house go to waste'. So, she was currently using the home of her murder victim as a sort of base of operations to plan out her nonsensical anarchy in the town. She had found the address by finding what was left of his lower half and looting his wallet, no sense letting the money go to waste after all...
As she settled into her new, temporary base, she suddenly heard a scream that was quickly cut off from a house 3 houses down. Given she had heard it over the loud music of her current neighbours, that was one impressive set of lungs.
Jinx rose to her feet with a grin. She could tell that something big was going on a few houses down. Did something explode? Was there a car crash? Was somebody getting mugged? She was excited to find out what caused such a scream, and wasted no time in rushing out the door to see what all the screaming was about.
~~~music start here: Midnight Syndicate - Something Wicked~~~
She grinned as she played some music from her stolen Ipod. Whoever the poor sod she had looted it from was, he had great taste in music, she mentally told herself as she made her way through people's backyards to the house that had been the source of the scream.
Meanwhile...
Harry struggled desperately to restrain the tears of absolute agony as his uncle slammed the wooden 2X4 into his tiny, fragile back. The nails in the board kept piercing his skin, increasing the pain further. It was absolutely unbearable...
"PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!" Harry begged.
"DON'T YOU DARE SCREAM!" Vernon roared. Without another word, he grabbed the little boy and carried him into the kitchen.
Harry watched in horror as Vernon turned on the stove. "Not again..." He whimpered.
"Shut up!" Vernon snapped before placing Harry on the elements. Harry let out a bellow of absolute pain as the stove seared his bleeding, punctured back. Vernon's response was to bring the 2X4 down on top of his belly three times.
"SHUT UP!"
Harry whimpered, praying for something, anything to save him...
Jinx, hearing the various things that had been shouted, was conflicted. On the one hand, she would LOVE to cause some pain to anyone who would torture a kid, but on the other, doing so would also make her a 'goody goody' as she called do-gooders. She sighed, "Well, I guess I could make the fat man squeal..." she thought, looking at the fat man through the window as he tortured the child.
Jinx may have been more than a little insane...okay, she was completely bonkers...but even most crazy people have standards. And viciously abusing...no...TORTURING little kids was not going to slip by on her radar. With narrowed eyes and a dangerous glare, the young woman withdrew her cannon. With a quick squeeze of the trigger...
BOOM!
The entire back half of the house lookED like it had been blown to smithereens, leaving the door a gaping hole in what remained of the doorframe and back entrance of the house.
Vernon heard the noise, and cursed in anger and fear. The police must have found him out...He roughly yanked Harry off of the stove, eliciting a moan of pain as he touched the burned mess that was his back. After smacking his head for making the sound, Vernon carried him out of the room and tossed him into his cupboard. He heard footsteps, and turned to see who had broken into his home.
No sooner had Vernon turned, when he had a barrel of what must have been a cannon shoved into his face, obscuring his vision.
Jinx thought about pulling the trigger and reducing the man's head to a pile of bloody giblets, then frowned and pulled her cannon away. That would be too fast, to quick...He needed to be tortured like the child was. With a gleeful smile, Jinx grabbed the sweating, terrified man by the throat and began thinking of various ways to get the proper revenge.
Over the next twenty minutes, screams of pain and torture could be heard up and down the street from the Dursley's house. Jinx had plans to place the blame for this on the family itself. aAfter all, it wouldn't be too bad to leave bloody arrows and messages indicating what had gone on here, but, first she would need to grab the child, as there was no way she would leave him here to the tender mercies of the fat ass she was currently holding by the throat.
Tossing Vernon, who was now missing massive swathes of skin and nursing bruises, burns and puncture wounds, to the side. the pale woman stomped on one of his open wounds hard, causing another howl of pain. Then she leaned down with a smug grin, and pulled his chin up to look at her.
"So...where's the little boy you were beating?" She asked in a chipper tone that made her all the more creepy. "You'd better tell me. Wouldn't want me to clean your wounds with salt and lemon juice now, would you? ...Hmm...I might do that anyway, actually..." Vernon pointed to the cupboard in terror. "There's a good boy." Jinx said in a condescending tone, as if she was talking to a dog, as she patted the fat man's head. "Here's your treat." She pulled some salt from a nearby cupboard, opened it, and poured it on the man. "Enjoy!" As she left Vernon howling in agony, she approached the cupboard, and pulled it open to see the little boy lying in darkness, curled into a ball, his tiny shoulders shaking with soft sobbing.
Harry sobbed in pain. He could hear Vernon howling in agony, but, happy as he should be for what happened to Vernon, he was terrified by what this strange person would do to him. As a result, he was too afraid to look up when light flooded into his 'room'.
Jinx frowned when she saw the state the child was in. This was...so wrong, on so many levels, even by her standards. Kneeling down the woman picked the child up and held him under his armpits up to eye level, studying him with a critical eye. Harry whimpered at the strange pale woman holding him, tears still streaming down his face. Jinx's studious expression turned to an ear-to-ear grin.
"You're adorable." She said simply.
Harry sniffed, and tried to stop shedding tears, "P-p-please...d-don't hurt...m-me!" he said, he was terrified right now, but, given his age, and the situation of how he and her were meeting, it was understandable.
Jinx laughed. "Yeah, right!" She replied. "I just beat the crap outta that walrus over there to save you. It would be stupid to start hurting you myself. ...Hey, uh, you mind...not squirming so much, there? You're making it tough to keep a hold on ya."
Harry was afraid of the woman holding him. She had a manic look in her eyes, and a creepy grin. She looked like she was going to eat him, and was really looking forward to it. As such, his struggling to worm his way out of her grip did not cease.
Jinx frowned. How was she going to calm him down...?
Harry kept squirming. All he knew right now was terror. He wanted to get away from the woman that was holding him.
Jinx sighed in irrattation. "Ok, kid, look, if you stop squirming, I promise to take you away from the fat walrus over there forever. Deal?" she said.
Harry suddenly stopped squirming instantly, and turned to slowly look at her, shocked, "Y-y-you really m-mean it?" he said, letting out a few sniffles as he finished, close to tears again.
Jinx smiled, glad that he had stopped struggling. "Really really," she said, using a quote she had heard from some comedy film that had been in the collections of one of her past victims. "I promise I'll keep ya safe, little guy. Fair warning, though, and I'm gonna be straight with you kid," she said, turning serious, "I'm not exactly what most people would call a "good person". I WILL protect you, though. Just cause someone's bad, doesn't mean they can't be good in their own really special way, got it?" she finished, shooting him a grin while he was still tucked into her arm's nook.
"I-I understand..." Harry replied softly. Jinx chuckled.
"Atta boy." She replied, before shooting Vernon a smug glance as he seethed in pain and anger on the floor. "Later, chubbo." And with that, the psychotic woman carried the child out of the house.
Before they could leave the house, Harry suddenly panicked, and tried to go back inside.
Jinx raised a brow. "Could've sworn I told ya to calm down, kid." She said flatly. Harry looked at her with huge, sad eyes, and she blinked, suddenly feeling overcome by a foreign emotion.
"C-can I get m-my stuff?" He asked. Jinx's eyes widened in shock.
"You have STUFF?!" She asked in disbelief.
"Y-Yes..." Jinx sighed.
"Yeah, yeah, let's get the stuff you want..." She said as she went back into the house.
Harry quickly went to the cupboard under the stairs, taking out his old baby blanket, worn and dirty though it might be, and filled it with the four plushies he had had for as long as he could remember, then what few things he had nicked or taken from the house over the last three years, and wrapped them up in the planket like an old hitchhikers pack, even tying it to a small stick he pulled out of the wall of the cupbaord, apparently having hidden it there for some time, given the amount of dust on it. Having gathered his stuff, he ran back to the side of the terrifying woman. While he was scared of her, and she was obviously crazy, she had been nothing but nice to him, and like she said, while she was bad, she could also be good, in her own way, and she was like a crazy guardian angel in Harry's eyes, rescuing him from some prison. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him, and saw Vernon get up, fighting the pain, to try to lunge at him, causing him to run and hide behind Jinx's legs like a frightened child hiding behind their mothers leg.
Jinx's immediate response was to shoot Vernon a manic grin, and he turned and waddled out of the room as fast as he could, mumbling "Ow..." all the way with every step. Jinx smirked, and turned to Harry.
"Okay, lemme see what ya got." She said, taking the bundle out of Harry's hand, much to his chagrin. The blue haired woman opened up the bundle, and frowned at the miniscule collection of stuffed toys. "...This is it? BO-RING! There must be something in here we can steal for ya..."
"Um...I don't think we should-"
"What's in here?" Jinx interrupted as she threw the door to Dudley's second bedroom open...and grinned widely. "Whoa. You've hit the jackpot, kid. So do you wanna pick out what you want, or should I?"
Harry blushed at how eager this woman was to help him steal from the Dursleys. "Um...c-could you pick stuff out?" he replied questioningly, obviously afraid of what to say.
Jinx smirked. "Sure, no problem!" She replied before stepping into the room. "Okay...Let's see...You're getting this t-rex toy...a few of these tiny race cars...Ooh, a TV, let's take that!" By the time Jinx was done, she was carrying two entire garbage bags filled with Dudley's things, on top of Harry's own little bundle. "I think that should be good for now..." She said with a grin before picking him up. "Hold this for me, will ya?" Harry obediently accepted his original tiny bundle from the woman. Jinx, holding Harry in one arm, pressing him against her chest with her arm so she could carry two garbage bags in either hand, and the third one under her armpit, sauntered out the door, cackling madly. "Not much explosions, but I wish I could see the look on the kid's face when he finds half of his crap missing!"
Harry decided to remain silent as the crazy woman who had rescued him. Well, as far as he was concerned she rescued him, he didn't know what it was she considered taking him from that place was. They travelled at her blistering pace for a few hours, before they reached a large, stone hut, that was built into the side of a cliff. Really, it wasn't so much built into the side of the cliff as much as it had apparently been carved out of it. Walking up to the door, Jinx put Harry down, "By the way, the name's Jinx," she said, giving him a wink, "This, is my... well... our, hideaway. Our secret place. No one else can know about this place, understand?" she said.
Harry nodded, knowing not to tell anyone lest Jinx get angry and start to beat him. "So...um...this is your house...?" Jinx smirked.
"Nah. Just where I keep all the stuff I don't have room for. My house can only store so much, y'know? It's also where I keep my money." She snickered as she pulled Vernon's wallet from the pocket of her shorts and leafed through a stack of bills. "That guy gets one hell of a good paycheck, let me tell ya..." she said with a grin. She then looked at Harry, "By the way kid, whats your name?" she asked, "Never really got to ask in the heat of the moment back at that sh*t hole," she added.
Harry flinched slightly at the foul language, as a beating usually followed. "H-Harry..." He said softly.
"...No last name?" Jinx asked.
"M-My aunt and uncle never told me..."
"Bastards..." Jinx muttered. "Ah well, guess you'll share my last name. It's..." Jinx bent over and whispered something in Harry's ear. "And that is your new last name. Sound good?"
Harry nodded, "Should I ever use-" he began to ask, only for Jinx to cut him off.
"No way, kiddo. We gotta keep the mystery going, you know?" she told him. then she smiled, "Also, if you ever see any police officers, NEVER talk to them, OK? If they try to talk to you, either get outta there, or use this," she said, shoving a small locater beacon in his hands. It was one small enough to fit inside a child's pants or shirt pocket. She then showed him how to activate it. "Be careful though, never show it to anyone. It's... not exactly from around here, and we'd get people's attention. People we do NOT want to have looking for us. Got it?" she ordered, to which Harry nodded in reply, "Anyway, I only got the one bed, so, looks like were sharing for tonight till I can see steal a second one for yah!" she said with her usual crazy smile.
Harry blinked and shifted uneasily. The crazy woman was nice and all...but sharing a bed with her seemed a little scary for him...
"Um...I could sleep on the floor-"
"Nope!" Jinx scooped Harry into her arms. "You're not sleeping on any floor, squirt. Bad for ya. Let's head back to my actual place, and get some shut-eye. I got some serious chaos to spread tomorrow, so I need my beauty rest. Oh, and uh...here. Take this too, I guess." Jinx handed the little boy one of his old stuffies. "We'll grab some more of your stuff tomorrow and bring it home with us, cool?" Harry nodded, happy to have his favourite plushy, which was a female deer, with him. "Cool."
Now that she was holding only him in both arms, without any other stolen objects, Harry realized for the first time that he loved being held by the crazy woman. She was like Santa Claus...Scary, but nice. Possibly even nicer, since Santa Claus never brought presents for freaks... The little boy rested his head against her chest and wrapped his tiny arms around her, then snuggled up as close as he possibly could, partially out of fear of being dropped, partially because he wanted to be more comfy.
Jinx looked at Harry like he was the crazy one for a moment before shrugging. 'Meh. Whatever. ...Heh...Cute sleeper...' And with that, she raced with more of her advanced speed to her main safe house, the cliff one being more of a storage safehouse with crazy locks to keep everyone but her out. When they finally reached the main safe house, which was apparently much further north, which made sense given her pale skin colour, she stopped at an old house on a cliff outside of a small town near a castle. She had been running for hours, but didn't seem winded...much. She opened the front door. While outside it looked like crap, the inside was like a manor. Crazy she might be, but living in style she did in fact love, she just didn't flaunt it. Plus, she was said to be absolutely unpredictable. Going to her bedroom, she put Harry on top of the bed before going and storing what money she kept on her at all times in the big safe she had installed in her bedroom wall. She then proceeded to go around, locking doors and windows to keep anyone who DID come across the place by chance out, and then closing the blinds and curtains, setting up the traps around the windows and doors, and turning out all the lights, before finishing back up at the bedroom. Unpredictable she may be, but also a security nut when it comes to her main B.o.O.. When she rentered the bedroom, she found Harry rubbing his eye sleepily as he had apparently woken up at some point during her night time 'shut down lock down' of the house.
"Ah, you're waking up, eh? Pity...It's bed time... Eh, on second thought, good thing you're up. I gotta to tell you some things, kay?" she said, looking at Harry who nodded sleepily. "First, this is my main B.o.O., or Base of Operations," she started, "I usually steal a place from those I kill in the city and use that place to launch attacks and wreak chaos." When she saw Harry's scared look, she sighed and clarified. "I usually only kill rapists, murderers, really evil thieves, that kinda crap," she said, to which Harry looked relieved at. She then continued. "This place is ultra super duper secret. It's our home. You can NEVER tell anyone about it, k? Otherwise, they're going to have to die..." she said sadly, making it clear he was never to reveal its location, "Next, be careful of the doors and windows, they got traps for anyone dumb enough to try and break in, k?" she said with a smile, "And finally, just cause I swear a lot, I want you to know," she said seriously, "Swearing can actually be a good thing," she said, and then saw his confused look, and decided to explain, "Look at it this way, when someone swears, they get more...expressive, I guess. the way I see it is, coming up with good insults and swears is both a creative process, and a great stress reliever!" she said, finishing with a smile.
"Um...I don't think I'm ready to swear yet..." Harry said. Jinx laughed.
"You're a riot, kid, and don't worry, give it time, you'll get the hang of it eventually. Glad I happened to be in one of my temp bases of operation when I was. Now go to sleep." Harry blinked, then nodded, still slightly tired. He laid back down on the bed. Jinx nodded. "Just a sec here..." She turned to leave the room, and came back with a thick blanket. "I don't usually sleep with these things, but I figure what the hell, you'll need it." She placed the blanket over the tiny boy, and he smiled at how soft and warm it was. Then, she got underneath the covers with him, and flipped over so her back was facing him. Harry looked over at her, and smiled slightly, then yawned cutely before drifting off to sleep.
As he was nearing the point of slumber, he mumbled out something he never would have said otherwise. "Good night, mommy..." Harry didn't totally realise what he had called her as he drifted off. Mostly, it had been his subconscious acting, giving her a title it felt was worthy of everything she had done for him.
Jinx was taken aback when she heard what he muttered. No one had ever called her THAT before. She thought about it for a moment, then realised this could be a good thing, "A son to mould into the perfect apprentice and an actual family member for me...hmm..." she thought, not realising that, she had, in fact, grown attached to him, and couldn't bear to see him go now. She wasn't unpredictable for nothing after all, and just like her habits, as were her forming of attachments, so, thinking it over, she rolled over and hugged Harry to her, with him unconsciously snuggling into her front as she held him.
Jinx smirked as she looked at the little boy in her arms. "Mommy, eh?" She said. "...I can do that. Let me practice right now..." She kissed Harry's forehead. His response was to coo happily in his sleep and wrap his arms around her tighter.
Jink smiled warmly. "Night, Harry. Here's hoping I never go sane..." she said as she drifted off to sleep, thinking of all the things she could teach and share with him tomorrow and onwards...