Proud
She watched as older sisters always did. Watched the blonde girl smile watched her dance and watched her grow. She watched as the blonde hair turned golden, and slate eyes turned from wide innocent jewels to untrusting and wary storm clouds. She watched as she got smashed and broken, over and over again by their own father, that bastard that forced a sweet innocent girl to become a murderer in waiting, a thief. She came back to watch her as she cried the night her older sister left, with arms that wrapped themselves around her small body as if that was the only way to keep her self together when she dried. Maybe it was. Said older sister felt her heart break over and over, as her younger sister tried so hard to please the Shadows and failed so miserably, again and again.
She watched her escape into the rising sun the morning of her first real task- to kill. And she felt her heart swell as the golden goddess became a hero, partner of Green Arrow, valuable member to the team of super heroes. She watched her prove her self again and again, only this time the archer was accepted.
Beautiful, talented, and deadly were the traits that the two sisters shared. Innocent, compassionate, and brave were some traits that they did not have in common. Her sister was beautiful, but in the boldest of ways with her golden hair, amethyst eyes, sun kissed skin, and fearless attitude. Her sister could make any boy fall in love- pure, innocent love with her. The older sister was beautiful too, but in an ungodly way. Seductive looks and too short skirts with low tops were how the black eyed teen showed her beauty. She was talented with a bow, used to stop bombs and pin criminals, her with knives of poison used to kill and drive insane. The golden haired girl was deadly, but she did not use that trait like her older sister did, often on a daily basis. Her sister had never killed, so she was innocent, compassionate enough to give her own life for what she believed in- good, her team, justice, friends. Brave. Brave enough to get away before she got in to deep, brave enough to follow the path she believed in, brave enough to be herself.
Pride. That's what she felt when she saw the golden hair and jewel eyes. Proud of her for being a hero, for fighting in what she believed in- not what she was told, proud to call her, her younger sister. But she could never show that pride, because she had chosen the wrong path. As Cheshire she had to be ruthless, deadly, showing no weakness, no mercy. The girl behind the cat mask would never fall in love, or get married, or raise a family. Smirking the jet haired girl remembered a quote from Stephen King's Pet Semetary: "Cats lived violent lives and often died bloody deaths…. Cats were the gangsters of the animal world, living outside of the law and dying there." Oh, how true that was. She knew she was going to die soon, a year maybe, or two? It was only a matter of time before she made a mistake, which was all she needed to die. And it could be a death by an arrow, because it is not murder if you do it for the ones you love.
So she watched from a roof top as the wind blew through Artemis's blonde hair, hair that would one day be behind a white veil on her Wedding day. A day that Jade would never live to see. So the Cheshire Cat slips into the shadows, getting enough of watching her Alice, knowing that one day she would meet her in battle, trying to kill the young blonde. But she would never succeed at that task, she thought as she jumped from roof to roof in cold feline grace. Her little Artemis was to smart for that.