(Hey! I decided to move this story to my new account on Wattpad. Just to give you a heads up I am in a weird phase =w=; but I am determined to finish this! So look up the title of the story or go right to my wattpad account: GumiChan15)
Her soft hand slides across her campaign with a paint brush, leaving a bright Crimson stroke and continued repeating the same movement. She bites her bottom lip firmly as her eyes were fixed on her artwork. Her goal was making a beautiful sunset peeking behind the roiling hills. Ever since that very eventful heist, the Hive 5 have been laying low. If they behave for at least two weeks, than the Teen Titans will eventually let their guard down. This week has been utterly boring for the team. They were itching for a fight and committing crime. Jinx however had no trouble keeping herself occupied. What the rest of the dorks were doing at the moment was none of her business.
Her hand rested on the side of her painting, taking a moment to admire her work of art. She suddenly felt an unknown chill run up her spine which left her oddly aware of her surroundings. An abrupt knock caused the witch to hex the chair she sat on. Of course, the wooden stances snapped in half. Jinx yelped in a panic as she collapsed onto the floor with a thud. Silence crept as Jinx laid there motionless, clearly annoyed. She turned her attention to the steel door that hasn't make a sound
