Blanchi Amour
Prologue
A young girl shuffles dejectedly down the street, her shockingly pink waist length hair standing out vibrantly in comparison to the dark, industrial buildings that surround her. The dip of the girls head and the heaviness of her tread as she drags her feet along the bitumen being ample evidence of the morose feelings overcoming her. Somewhere a car horn blares and the distant click-clack of train tracks is audible above the dull roar of the city at night. A car speeds by drenching her in gutter water as she walks across an intersection, but not even this is enough to pull her out of her introspective mood.
As she walks on, the girl is distracted by the slightest blur of red and yellow, a blur that lasts less than a second and yet passes so close to her that she can feel the displaced air against her skin. She glances up, noticing a small white vase standing before her, in it stands a single deep red rose in full bloom. The girl bends down and picks up the rose. As she does so her hair falls in front of her face forming a curtain obscuring the small smile tugging at her previously blank and unfeeling features.
As she stands up the girl consciously returns her features to their previously blank expression, out of the corner of her eye she sees a hint of yellow and red. Careful to give nothing away she rolls the rose in her hand a couple of times while bright pink arcs of electricity play over it. After a few moments reassuring herself that she is not mistaken the girl spins and releasing a pulse of bright pink light at the red and yellow clad boy behind her. She screams in frustration as the boy disappears and the blast of light fizzles out against the wall, which shakes slightly releasing a large cloud of dust. The girl stands for a while, taking deep breaths and composing her face into a slight sneer.
"I know you're there Kid Flash," the girl yells into the empty street.
"Why don't you come out and face me like a man, oh! Sorry! You'd need a sex change for that wouldn't you? Sissy!"
The girl waits for a moment before a sudden gust of wind and a slight weight around her neck informs her that the boy has already been and gone. Looking down she sees an intricately interlaced necklace of roses hanging about her neck.
"Makes sense that a girl like you could make such a pretty flower chain Kid Flash" said the girl.
"So you like the chain Jinxy?" echoed a voice from one of the many alleys branching of the darkening dark street.
"No way, I never said that!" rushes the girl.
"But you just said it was pretty, didn't you?" says the voice from the alley in a mocking tone.
"Here's what I think of your stupid flower chain!" screams the girl as she brings her sparking hand up to the chain.
As the bright pink glow makes contact, the flowers begin to quickly wither before turning to soft grey ash.
"Awe don't be like that Jinxy," says the voice "it's the least I could do considering you just saved my life. I know you can do better than that team of idiots you work with, just as I know there's good in you…After all; you don't see many villains liberating a newly captured hero."
"I'm a villain, and that's all I'll ever be," yells the girl, a touch of sadness hidden in the scornful tone of her voice, "now go away and let me walk home in peace already."
"What? To that secret hideout I found today and can now break into any time I want?" mocks the voice.
"No shit, which other hideout do you think I'm talking about? And one more thing." Says the girl
"What's that?" asks the voice.
"My name is Jinx." States the girl
The girl stood there and ground her teeth as boyish laughter echoed back to her from one of the small branching alleyways before the telltale sonic boom of the boy's departure overwhelms it.
The girl looks at the rose for a moment and makes to throw it away before muttering to herself "Ah, what the heck, not like people give me presents often…" The girl walks slowly into the night. Her head held just the slightest bit higher and the flower twirling slightly between her agile fingers.
The boy watches her leave from behind a dumpster "so she does like the rose…got to remember that for next time." He mutters to himself.