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On the one hand, Jinx was pinned down. Jinx was hiding in what was once a cubicle farm for some pencil pushing company on the floor she was slapped into by whatever Raven had become. It was somehow night as far as she could tell, or at least it was night right here. The shadow constructs didn't so much see or hear or even smell her as much as they sensed her evil, her fear-and it didn't help that she wasn't exactly a brave angel. She figured the beast herself had followed her from the large boom she heard earlier, but spotting her was an entirely different story. And who knew what power that creature had besides whatever force transformed her to kill Jinx.

Oh the other hand. Jinx had been trained through brainwashing by a madman's academy for over achieving supervillains. The Red X had systematically tortured her in an effort to make absolute hoplessness and humiliating pains a matter of course. Why had he done that, she wondered still.

Popping up over a cubicle wall, Jinx pointed her fingers like delicate pistols. Instead of lead, the fired the same glowing pink energy that poured from her eyes and made her hair dance as if she was in a tornado. The merest grazes turned the red eyed monsters back into pools of liquid darkness. Apparently, while having more than their fair share of vengance, the constructs were not held together by the amount of order that the faintest of Raven's manifestations were usually maintained. As a chaos controller, it was if her ability was hand selected to this situation.

In her self congradulation, the other side of the cubicle was torn away by a particularly foul shade. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she fired point blank at the shadowy menace. "What, you got somethin' you wanna say to me!", she screamed as pink energy ripped through the thing. "What, you wanna piece of this!", she called to the next to fall. "Onna count o' cause you look like you got somethin' you wanna say to me!", again blasting away into the darkness. "You look like you want some o' this here!" They were falling as easily as if they were just the distraction.

Oh no.

They were just the distraction.

In understanding probability to the point that one could wield pink, energetic arks of it one comes to a state of enlightenment dangerously close to precognition. And in looking at her circumstances, her gut told her to back flip. Now. Onto what, she didn't know. But that saved her life.

Unfortunately, she vaulted directly onto the back of what Raven had become. The being's teeth embedded into the floor from its lunge at Jinx. Jinx's visible aura brightened as reality slightly shifted to accomodate her remaining in place on the half-demon. The thing ripped the steel beam the floor was resting on out of the building and spit it across the office.

The thing rolled onto it's left shoulder, smashing cubicles. Jinx rolled in place, bouncing along this beast's right arm. The left claw slashed at her, but she managed to turn that roll into a cart wheel onto the left arm. When the beast returned to its upright position, Jinx was nigh-miraculously still on its back.

Jinx fired bolt after bolt into the thing. At random the purple fur grew, itches were scratched and blood sweat poured. "AAAAH!", Jinx screamed. She continued screaming. The pink blasts continued to shine away at the beast.

The monster flipped like a pancake and stuck to the cieling. Jinx fell to the floor like a bomb from a plane. When she looked up into the darkness only lit by her own aura, she saw that the being hadn't dug its claws into the ceiling. It hadn't formed bands of blakness to harness itself in place. It was resting up to the ceiling in an impossible, anti-gravity sort of way-the way the shadows of blades of a fan rest on a ceiling.

Then its front most part lunged at Jinx while the rest of it braced itself against the ceiling. Jinx pirouetted around the left claw only to be forced to vault over the right. Two more shadows tore at her from the nocturnal mass that surrounded her only to be disintegrated by Jinx' blasts. The teeth of the true monster nearly took her head, but Jinx managed to fall to her back just as the bite was made. Jinx repeatedly, hastily kicked at the exposed throat.

Hope?

Of course not. Jinx' physical attack might as well have been an infant squeezing the finger of a raging werewolf. And not one of those cheep movie werewolves, that have to reform after being glued to lit dynamite, either. The kind that creep undiscoverd in the true wilderness of the Outback or Pangea, that claw the stars from the sky to bequeth to its cubs, the kind that make vampires hypnotize mortals to forge titanium coffins. The kick didn't even further this monsters anger. The fact that Jinx had the audacity to try to avoid the agony coming to her did agitate the monster.

The thing howled with the anger of a woman scorned, with the joy of a demon no longer held back and sorrow of the conscience of a miserable girl who knows she unjustly damning a dimension. It flickered as shadows are apt to do and reappeared, sinking its weight into the damaged floor as a demon might. Jinx barely had time to keep half an eye on it as she constantly threw arks of pink at the four eyed shadow rats, ravenous infernal ravens and other more twisted monstrousities.

Jinx was barely aware as it charged. The very mortal girl improbably managed to place her hands on the thing's teeth as its jaws snapped up and down. Jinx was literally knocked out of her boots as the rushing jaws thrust her down one of the aisles of the cubicle farm. The radiant shadows cheered their creator as Jinx was blasted through the office. The rush ended when Jinx was crushed against a wall, pushing with all her might not to be eaten alive and trying to drag a frustrated reality kicking and screaming into such a state where Jinx' survival was somehow not impossible.

The forward claws of the beast came for her. Jinx kicked both her shoeless feet from the floor into a wall braced split, holding the demonic sword hands at bay for just anothe rmoment. A red eyed, tentacle tongued, impish looking thing popped up at her crotch as if to rape. Twin pink beams from Jinx' eyes taught it the only lesson it would ever learn.

"I. Swore. I'd. Never. Do. This.", Jinx gasped out. But her strength couldn't keep up forever. She was becoming more and more scared of trying to keep her powers ahead of this monster. There was an option. An experimental, untried, hypothetical way of escape. It probably wouldn't work. But probably was what Jinx said it was.

Flashback 1

Jinx, Mammoth and Gizmo sat next to each other in a college style lecture hall. Brother Blood had shipped in yet another supervillain to lecture on his area of expertise. Some egghead in dark blue, obviously robotic suit was going on and on about how ordinary (i.e. not mad) scientists didn't appreciate the true ability of cryogenics. "The true art of cyrogenics exists at the subatomic level, in the FROZEN moments between molecular interaction." the pale man said.

Jinx had scribbled out oa note to Gizmo. Gizmo laughed at the caption, "I'm an egghead, ask me how."

"Jinx, is it?", the egghead asked. "Did you know that an entities subparticular string's temperature is a reflection of its vibration? And that its vibration governs many different things-from the light it admits to where its highest probability of location within our universe?"

Gizmo peaked up. "You mean if you had a way to change probability you could change where and object existed?" Mammoth scratched his head. Jinx yawned.

The egghead nodded. "At least I managed to entICE someone.", he encouraged.

Gizmo slapped Jinx across the shoulder. "You need to listen up. You might be able to actually teleport you cootie-catching rag humper!", he advised.

Jinx raised a single eyebrow and pulled a nail file out of nowhere. She started filing just to show her apathy. "I swear right here and now, I'd never try anything like that."

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Fortunately, villains lie. Jinx' aura brightened. It grew so much, human eyes wouldn't be able to see her form. And then all went dark.