I'm really sorry for not updating. I just--and I feel like such a snob saying this--have a life. I can't write all the time, and I haven't been feeling like I want to write lately.
Meh. Pointless, this crap.
From now on though, these drabbles will have NO pairings. They're for everyone.
"…I don't need you to make me a man. I already am one!"
Brother Blood let out a piercing yell, right before being knocked out and kicked off the Titans East Tower. It was then, at that moment, that he lost control.
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"…Come on, you idiots! Blood is gonna kill us if we didn't get enough money by the time he's put up the new school!" Gizmo exclaimed, all the while stuffing mounds of jewels into a brown sack.
"I am not getting held back again," Mammoth muttered.
"Quit your yapping!" Jinx spat, "I'm the one who'll get blamed if we don't have enough. Blood personally put me—" Jinx paused, raising a hand to her head. She stared at her "schoolmates" and saw them doing the same; Mammoth was even lowering himself to his knees. Gizmo's eyes momentarily flashed red then paled again.
"What…" Mammoth started.
"That pit-sniffer!" Gizmo screamed. "Who does he think he is? No one puts me under mind control!"
"It doesn't matter now," Jinx said slowly. "Whatever control he had—it's gone."
"What d'ya think happened?" Mammoth asked.
Jinx shrugged and looked to Gizmo, who was still cursing under his breath. "Dunno. His powers were probably pushed to the limit and short-circuited out."
"He was planning to turn himself into a cyborg," Jinx added.
Gizmo snorted. "He's an idiot. You don't mix telepathy with that kind of technology. If something happened to his mechanical body, his half electronic mind would also blank out. And telepathy's useless with only half a brain."
Mammoth blinked a few times and Jinx nodded in agreement. Both boys now turned to her. "…So… What now?"
What did happen now? They had been under his influence since they could remember—maybe they weren't really bad…
Jinx's eyes flickered from the half-empty bag in her hands to the exit sign in bold neon lights. They could turn their lives around, right then, at that moment. They would tell their story to the authorities, who would understand. No one would doubt the mind control; maybe they could be accepted as heroes someday.
But then she remembered she was bad luck. Bad luck meant she was bad. Breathing in softly and holding a long blink, Jinx raised her head slowly. She received quizzical stares for her actions, but they were soon replaced by smiles as her pale lips curved into a Cheshire grin.
"We take it anyway," she said.
As the three young miscreants ran from the crime scene, three communicators with the insignia 'H. A. E. Y. P.' were the only evidence found.
Lalala. Just showing Jinx wanting to turn her life around, but not having the will. No, we got Wally for that.
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