(Skyler's notes)
Yes, the day you have all feared has arrived. Skyler-A-Teloiv and Chels love have joined forces under the name oldies-at-heart!!
We are violent Flinx fans, and if you flame us, we will hurt you. SO THERE!!
This story is entirely in Jinx's POV, just so you know. Also, this isnt just another "Jinx turns do-gooder" fic, so be prepared for some surprises.
Disclaimer:
Skyler and Chels: (Thinking of ways to own Teen Titans)
Skyler: Hey, do you think the owner is willing to accept payments?
Chels: I dunno, but it couldnt hurt to try. How much money you got?
Skyler: Not sure, I'll go get my wallet.
Chels: I'll go get my piggy bank!!
Skyler: (stares)
Chels: Oh like YOU dont have one!
Skyler: (Thinks guiltily of my bear bank) Fine.
Enjoy!
Prologue: Present Day
Time was slowly slipping by and I found my fingers couldn't quite grasp the small grains of sand falling from the hourglass. My mind screamed at my arms to lift me, get me off this ledge and finish what was started, but my hands betrayed me, and my fingers slid a few more centimeters.
I knew I had to stop thinking and just focus on saving my own life.
I still don't know how I did it, but somehow my feet found a small purchase and I pulled myself back onto the balcony, to see the faces of the first and last people I wanted to see.
"Hello Jinx," said Brother Blood, with Kid Flash beside him, his eyes giving off that terrible red glow.
Flash suddenly shot forward and pulled me into him, holding me captive as Brother Blood nonchalantly strode towards me.
I struggled against my instinct to hex my captor into oblivion, and instead squirmed and jerked about, desperate to get away without hurting Kid Flash, and desperate not to look into the now-glowing eyes of Blood, because I knew if I did, all would be lost.
Besides the rage and anger brewing within me, I still managed to think a perfectly calm and cool thought; Brother Blood's game was on.
And I never lose at games.