Rain pelted the asphalt of a Jump City road she had no idea the name of. Chantra hadn't been to Jump City in thirteen years. She had been born here, she knew that much, but her child hood up to age five was a total blur. The streets and buildings were strangers to her. She had met X along the way somehow, she didn't remember exactly. He had come looking for her, she was surprised and didn't know him at first. But he explained things and she took in his teachings like a bible. He had said she had powers and said that she only used them in her crimes. But they came with a price, she had forgotten everything she did during that time. He taught her to harness her powers and use them whenever she pleased. She never doubted him or in his intentions, and now after a year on her own, he was calling on her.
She continued to walk down the street, raindrops parting inches above her body, a light glow surrounded her. She stopped walking for a moment and took in her surroundings. X had told her that he'd be waiting for her at midnight in the park, at the corner of 1st and 72nd. She glanced up at the bright green street signs, and sure enough, they read 1st and 72nd streets. Across the street was the park, she started to walk towards it. But as soon as she took a step a thin, muscular, arm encircled her waist, pulling her gently off her balance. Stumbling, she fell into the set of arms that pulled her.
"Hey Chantra'" teased a sultry voice, that had somewhat of a robotic tint in it. She nestled up against his chest, welcoming the warmth he gave.
"Hey," she teased back.
"I hope you were looking for me," he commented playfully.
"Always," she smirked. He smoothed back her now wet hair, she had let her barrier down for him! She pulled away from him and put it back up with a wave of her hand, now around the both of them. He chuckled at her.
"You know I love the rain," He said pulling her back to him, closer than they had ever been before. She stared up into the mask covering his face, she shuddered at it's grim appearance. A skull-like white section ran half-way down his face, four teeth-like spokes poked out at the bottom, and a blood red X that looked like a gash decorated the left part of his forehead. "You've gotten much more powerful," he stated, staring at her invisible barrier. She nodded silently.
He traced one of the ancient runes on her left temple. "That one's glowing," he stated. Her hand instinctively ran up to the place he pointed out. She conjured up a pocket mirror with a short summoning spell. She peered at the small reflection, one of her favorite runes, (name of rune), the ancient Scandinavian word for Love. She admired it for a split second, than hated it. These runes gave away her emotions, her everything, and it was a good thing no one this century could read them. If they could, they would know all her weaknesses.
Chantra had been born with these runes, almost like tattoos, over certain parts of her body. They represented all her emotions, but there were two that were more important than the others. Hope and Love. They were the ones X had told her to concentrate on to do her more powerful magick. Hope, on the right temple, Love on the left. She would press her middle and pointer finger to them when she concentrated. Other runes, which contained even more emotions, were located along her legs from mid thigh to ankle. The rest were found from her shoulder to wrist. They were all three inches long, and total she had over a hundred runes on her body. Chantra was very sensitive and in tune to her emotions, since she could see them at all times. But she hated when someone made notice of them. She sighed, and folded the mirror into the wind, sending it back to where ever it had come from.
"It was nothing," she assured Red X, her love and mentor.