Hello, lovelies! Sorry for the wait! I've had a little bit of writer's block (I HATE THAT STUFF).
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"Punk Rocket." I grit my teeth while he smiled at me with those stupid fish lips. "Get out. Now."
The teen chuckled, "Ooh we've a feisty one don't we? I like 'em that way." He grabbed my chin. "Jinx, right? Heard you quit the HIVE 5. Anyway, we wouldn't want anyone getting hurt now would we?"
That accent would have to go. Some girls found the whole British thing cute but on this kid is was just awful. I jerked my chin from his grasp and did a flip over the counter to stand in front of the customers and the door.
"I said get out!" I growled. I felt my eyes glowing and pink energy began to spark along my fingertips. Punk Rocket looked stunned but quickly recovered, swinging his guitar around from his back.
"Make me!" He stuck out his tongue in a juvenile way and I scoffed in disgust at the amateur villain. What the hell was he doing raiding a bakery anyway? Bakeries had cakes and cookies and sweets and basically nothing else.
Rolling my eyes I snapped my fingers and watched in delight as the strap around his shoulder suddenly snapped. The guitar almost slipped out of his hands and he immediately clutched the neck in terror.
"My baby!" Punk Rocket kissed the poor beaten thing and cast me a look of pure hatred. I just laughed at him as he fumbled around with the instrument.
I glanced behind me and made sure that everyone had exited the shop. The three guys that had been watching me earlier still stood across the street hoping to catch some action. I faced Rocket again and ducked as he swung his fist at me. I barely dodged the next two blows but finally got myself into his rhythm. I swooped and twirled and cartwheeled around the Red Velvet Bow, barely disturbing the order of things while Punk Rocket smashed three glass display cases, ruined five of my cakes, and split open several bags of flour that had been set in the corner.
As soon as he did so the entire shop was filled with a huge cloud of flour. I dropped to the floor and lay on my stomach, watching Punk Rocket's combat boots stumble about the tile.
"Get out here, Jinxy!" He coughed and gagged on the flour. In retaliation for the nickname I flung a hex across the floor and tripped the villain. He smacked the floor with a finality that made me smile. But it quickly disappeared when he looked over and caught sight of me.
Punk Rocket lay on his back with an angered expression plastered across his face, "You wanna piece of me? How about some chaos?"
Shit.
Punk Rocket slammed his fist across the strings sending a huge sound wave up through the ceiling. The building shook and I could hear the terrified cries of Mina upstairs. The idiot continued to play completely oblivious of the falling debris around him. A ceiling tile smacked me on the head and I cried out as more followed it.
"That's enough, Rocket!" I screamed across the floor at him. Miraculously he heard me and turned his head to give me a grin that would've made any Grade A Creeper proud.
"Oh, come on, babe!" I cringed at the name, wishing he'd go back to Jinxy. At least that one didn't make me feel dirty all over. "You know you want some more chaos!"
He really needed to quit with the whole "chaos" deal.
Punk Rocket turned on his side and pounded out a new tune directly at me. I screamed in terror as the blast hit me full on. I was picked up off the ground and thrown straight through one of the front windows. Luckily (I HATE that word) the force of the first sound wave had blown out all of the glass but I still hit the street hard.
I landed on my back and just lay there before slowly struggling to my feet. I could hear Punk Rocket's maniacal laughter but it sounded as if I were underwater. I stared across the street as he leaped across the counter and began to stuff his black duffel bag with cash from the register.
Oh no you don't.
I summoned up a hex and knocked Punk Rocket over. I sprinted to the bakery entrance, dodging the broken glass littering the street. Crossing the room to the counter I leaned over it and laughed at Punk Rocket's unconscious form sprawled across the floor. I thought for a moment that I'd killed him but I could just make out the tiny movements of his chest. He also twitched a couple of times, which I took as a good thing (hey, at least he could still move).
"Looks like you've got everything handled here."
No way.
I blanched at the voice, feeling my entire body stiffen. I couldn't breathe and I felt light headed.
He's supposed to be in Star City.
I slowly turned, praying that I was hallucinating or at least schizophrenic; that way none of this would be real and I wouldn't have to deal with this guy.
Shit.
I was greeted by his bright yellow and red spandex costume and an idiot grin that could have stretched for miles. He stood with his feet apart and his fists on his hips as he examined the damage Punk Rocket had inflicted upon the poor bakery. He flashed across the room to look over the counter at the unconscious criminal and chuckled.
"Wow. Your magic really packs a wallop, Jinx."
I closed my eyes and willed him to disappear. You know, like that whole camera thing? If I can't see you then you can't see me. Unfortunately that doesn't work when you're standing right next to the cameraman.
"You can open your eyes now."
I made some indistinct sound in the back of my throat and I opened my eyes to find that Kid Flash had cleaned the entire shop.
Holy shit.
Yeah. That did qualify as "holy."
Kid Flash looked like he wanted to bounce up and down on his toes as he looked from me to the shop and back to me again. He was like a puppy sometimes. A really attractive irritating ginger puppy but you get my point.
"What do you want, Kid Flash?" I frowned at him and took up a defensive pose with my arms crossed and one hip slightly stuck out. He suddenly appeared in front of me making my eyes hurt a little bit.
"Looking for you! How'd you manage to hide from me for six months?" He was still grinning at me. "I mean, seriously, that took some real stealth."
I rolled my eyes and leaned away from Kid, "It wasn't that hard. I never saw you. Not once. In fact, it was like I wasn't hiding at all."
That wasn't totally true.
"Did you miss me?"
"No."
Yes.
Wait, what?
"Did you look for me?"
"No."
Yes.
"Why?"
"Because, Kid Flash!" I stomped my foot and balled my fists, glaring straight at him.
He backed away with his hands up, "Okay, okay…"
I growled again and walked around the counter to start dragging Punk Rocket to the street. I grabbed him under the arms and started to pull.
"That's not a reason, though." Kid Flash's voice sounded muffled from behind the cash register and the display case.
I sighed and dropped Rocket, "Kid, if you want an explanation then take this idiot to jail and then we'll talk."
I straightened and looked over at Kid Flash.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Sweet!"
In about half of a second, Punk Rocket disappeared from beneath my feet. I groaned at the wonderful silence and the absence of Kid Flash. Of course, that absence was short lived seeing as Kid Flash is…well, Kid Flash.
"Can we talk now?"
I glared at him. He was giving me this adorable little puppy dog act where his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates and his bottom lip poked out like he was about to cry.
Why do your eyes have to be so blue? Stop it…stop it, Kid…okay, fine.
"Ugh. Follow me." I slumped my shoulders and trudged to the door behind the counter.
"Yes!" Kid whooped as he sprung to my side. Yeah, he sprung.
I rolled my eyes again and started up the stairs so we could talk in my room.
Now what shall we talk about? Hmm...
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