I wandered the backstage, trying to calm my jittery nerves. First concert in front of an actual, honest to god audience? It wouldn't be like any of the street performances I had done, nor any of the closed door recordings our agent had us do. Oh my god, I was about to walk out on stage and make a fool of myself in front of several thousand people! They'd boo me off the stage, or worse!

I looked to my right, aiming down range as I tried to calm my nerves. It wasn't like I was in the wrong, I knew Shens way wasn't working. He could espouse the merits of balance all day till he was blue in the face, but the result was that people still suffered, and some still did their damndest to make others suffer. If I could make even a little bit of that less... 'Bad', then shouldn't I?

"You fucking bitch!" he screamed, coming at me from across the table. "You can't do this to me!"

I waited until he got close enough, then slammed my shin up inbetween his legs. He collapsed, desperately cradling what meager manhood he had as a high pitched squeal escaped his lips.

"It's your own god damned fault," I told him as I leaned over to whisper in his ear. "You went and fucked that skank. 'I' didn't make you act like a repugnant asshole, Trevor. You did that all your own."

"B...bitch," he choked out as I walked away, "You owe me Evelynne!"

I whirled on him in a rage, knocking aside the long spear that was thrown as I did so.

"I owe you nothing, mortal," I snarled out, digging my nails deep into his flesh. I watched the crimson beads slowly peek from the skin, dripping down from the plates of armor, delighting in the fear that was radiating off of him. "You only have yourself to blame. It is not as if a man would truly know of love."

I dropped the plant into the hole, watching as the pale leaves bobbed from the motion.

"But what do I know," I joked, directing my amusement at the squirrel perched high above. "It's not like a plant won't grow in dirt. Give it sun, give it water, the plant will grow."

"You need to think about your future," The squirrel said, "If this keeps going, you're going to get typecast. You won't get anything other than pop jobs, and you'll end your career in cheesy cereal commercials."

"I know mom," I groaned, propping myself up from the pillow. "I'm trying, but no one wants 'Ahri, singing sensation', they just want 'Ahri, cute pop singer'. My agent won't book me for anything else, I swear I'm gonna scream!"

"What about that nice girl you used to hang out with, the one who liked to rap? Whatever happened to her?"

I shot her in the face, walking briskly along as I whistled jauntily to myself.

"What am I even doing here?" I asked myself, firing another round into the wall just for the hell of it. "Ooooh, aural backwash. Nasty shit. Wouldn't want to be you when you wake up, summoner. Word of warning? While booze may help solve many problems, it doesn't help hangovers. Pro tip."

I aimed my handgun down range, exploding the head of another dummy with my most recent shot. "Course, it ain't like you're gonna remember most of this anyway once you wake up. Just try to... keep it in mind," I giggled to myself.

Walking back through the halls, I did my best to avoid drawing attention to myself. If I could just make it out before they noticed, then I could spend the rest of my day in relative peace. Maybe I'd go to the library, try to finish up some of my homework. More likely, I'd end up running home to do that instead. The jogging was getting easier every day, maybe by the end of this fitness kick I'd actually have abs!

"Hebert!" I heard called out behind me, sending my spirits plummeting. Great. Now I'd have to try and get away before she tried something physical again, I picked this exit because I knew there would be relatively low foot traffic but now that worked against me. I started turning, trying to face my tormentor before twin peaks of liquid pain erupted from my neck.

I fell to the ground, eyes blank and unresponsive. I saw her standing there, flanked by her worthless toadies. An unnatural calm overtook me, and it hardened with icy tendrils in my chest.

"Look, I don't know of anyone that dresses like that," Sophia stated roughly, "And it ain't like I've ever seen anyone walking around like that in Winslow. Bitch is white, the ABB twits would jump her for cultural appropriation in a heartbeat or some shit."

Anger grew, fire raging deep in my throat as I fought my instincts.

"What? No, fuck that, I ain't waiting here for her to wake up. Get Clockblocker to do something for once."

It crept forth, infusing me with its strength, an eager voice whispering in the back of my head. As the dream swirled around me, I could feel my everything become tinged with irate justice, waiting to be let loose.

I woke up, teeth gritted as I sat up fully.

"Hess!"I shouted, eyes dancing between the people present. "I'm gonna beat your skank ass blue!"

Authors Notes

I find myself writing Jinx as a more demented version of Pinkie Pie. I'm not sure that's a good thing...