Unexpected

Chapter Three: No looking back

Within an instant Flash brought her something to eat, for he did not wish for her to leave. Indeed, his main objective was to make her stay. Being locked down in these tunnels for goodness knew how long, the loneliness had become ridiculous to put up with. Some nights, the piano was his sole companion and he couldn't bear to be with thin air any longer. The red head needed Jinx or he would surely go insane.

Sure it was true that he was already a madman for kidnapping her, but he could not restrain himself from the temptation of having a companion; especially one that he had already found a connection with. The teenage boy handed her a plate with apples, grapes, bananas, mangos and all sorts of fruit. Fruit meant you liked a girl, right?

"Gee," he thought to himself, "I have read too many old fashioned novels." Which was true, but she seemed pleased with the fruit. Or at least, she looked pleased. Nervousness ate away at him as he could do nothing but guess that she was happy with the platter before her. Why did every thing she did have to be so unexpected? Why couldn't he seem to read her like he could attempt to read at her comrades?

She picked up a cluster of luscious grapes and inspected it carefully. Her porcelain face drew up in a sneer as she sniffed delicately at the lovely fruit. The enchantress's lips looked so lovely and rosy. They were plump and went so well with her pretty pointed nose, and her holding the grapes made her look like a painting that belonged into a museum. Her locks of florescent hair were messy, but they looked so sensual with her fantastic eyes that leapt out at whatever was in their direction. She was a nymph enchantress.

Awaking him from his admiration, she slowly slipped a grape into her mouth, pulling it off the bunch very gradually. Then the rosy lips he had just been admiring moved ever so slightly as she suckled on the purple fruit. Then, like a snake, her eyes narrowed and she spat the seed out in his face, "What game are you trying to play!"

Why did she have to confuse him so? He sputtered after wiping the seed from his face, "Game? What are you talking about?"

"Are you trying to poison me!" Her eyes shot fire at his and all his confidence melted, but his ego was enraged. Shoot, he'd forgotten that grapes were usually poisoned in his books. Still, she offended him. Did she truly think that he was that low as to poison her with grapes?

"Why would I do that to an enchanting princess such as," he paused at her hurt reaction to what he'd said already and tried another compliment, "A wicked empress such as you would have seen that coming. No, I'm cleverer than you think. If I'm going to get rid of you, I'm going to have to do something more… sneaky."

This apparently did the trick as he noticed she was trying to suppress a smile. Still, she threw the grapes onto the stone floor in disgust and drew her hand to her forehead in a dramatic sweeping motion, "I never cared for grapes."

He shot her a dark glare and muttered incoherently to himself as he picked the grapes of and dashed back into the kitchen. Yet, he spotted a smirk on her face before he got there. She was toying with him; how could she find that amusing? She couldn't have… perhaps she was just being mean. Still, she seemed in quite a good mood, as she was humming a tune that seemed familiar to him. In fact, he was positive he could pick it out by ear on the piano.

Instantly he rushed to the bench and picked out the notes she was humming, which was a simple tune. Then something odd happened. At first she was mumbling words… which were not comprehendible, then soon it was a whisper and eventually a beautifully unique voice erupted from the frail girl with pink hair. She looked in the distance, as her voice rang on about a memory of hers, "Would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"

Now Flash had always known that Jinx was a beautiful girl with many talents, but he had never guessed that singing might be one of them. The red haired boy closed his eyes and let his hands surrender to the piano whilst his ears surrendered to the sweet sound of her voice slithering across the notes.

It was a truly serene few moments as the two connected in a way that they'd never thought possible. How could their taste in music bring them so close together? It didn't seem to make sense at all. Of course music brought people together... but surely it couldn't in a way like this. Her voice rose higher and higher until it came to a crescendo and she hit the peak of the song.

The quick boy's ears were stunned in the amazing power and grace of her voice, but the mirrors in the house were not. At that moment, where the enchantress reached her shining moment, every mirror there cracked as though they'd each been struck by something invisible.

Almost immediately the young woman stopped and put her hands over her mouth in shock. She apparently had not meant to cause such damage and looked as though she might cry in guilt. The poor boy looked at her dumbfounded and completely unaware of what to do.

"What do I do!" He thought to himself frantically, scraping his mind for any idea that came along. Of course, he followed his instinct to hold her in an attempt to calm her down before she broke like the mirrors.

Being a teenage boy with a need for speed, you'd think that Kid Flash would be prepared and ready to calm down a crying girl. So this may come as a shock to you when I tell you that when the poor young woman broke into sobs for the first time in years, the boy holding her was completely at a loss at what to do about it. Somehow though, when he slid his hand up and down her back soothingly, she held onto him tighter and seemed to enjoy it.

"It's alright," he whispered, "I'll take care of you."

And that's when it happened. Jinx still struggled with her judgment; she was still attempting to restrain herself form him and from the feelings she was forming for him. She pulled her head back from his shoulder and sat on the piano bench, her back facing the keyboard as he let her go for two split seconds and slowly, deliberately he sat beside her, facing the keyboard but looking at her.

The teenage boy seemed cautious, as though she were a stray cat that would be gone in an instant if he moved too fast. His warm, right hand found itself resting on the back of her waist. She backed up slowly, afraid to get any closer. Her judgment was still tampering with her mind and she started feeling claustrophobic. She was scooting back further and further until she hit the keyboard and her hand pressed against some of the keys.

The enchantress had hoped this would ruin the mood that perhaps he would change his mind and with his hands moving, it sure seemed so. That is until he played a verse from the song she'd fallen in love with.

She no longer resisted.

Her hands pressed themselves lightly against the top of his chest and his face was now barely an inch from hers. The song had melted her. All those years of compressing what she wanted, what she desired… gone within seconds of hearing that song. To think that a song rusted the chained fence surrounding her heart; that a collection of notes stopped her resistance.

She took a small breath and gave in and their lips intertwined themselves. It was infinitely better than a fantasy. The hot breath against wet petals was indeed far more than she'd ever expected from a kiss. But before she could enjoy herself some more, instinct came running back like a black cat.

"Sorry, not on a first date." Escaped her lips before she could help herself.