Now-bloody hands swiped across the pavement, splashing through the pools of red she'd slammed them into. Her braids lied in the puddles, soaking up as much of the liquid as they could take, practically dying them with the deep rouge. Her stained hands flew to her face, painting her skin further with blood, as she clenched her teeth and suppressed horrified screams. She refused to let this voice get the best of her, refused to accept that there was some kind of ghost haunting her, or maybe, just maybe she really had gone off the deep end, descending into a pit of lunacy.
C'mon, you psycho, the voice coaxed, sounding exhausted with her antics but still rather pleased with itself. Jinx clenched her teeth harder, grinding them against each other. Don't tell me you really thought I would be gone for good?
Restraint now becoming a thing of the past, the terrorist let out a distressed and pained howl, her screeching voice carrying through the block, overpowering the sounds of crackling flames and crumbling buildings. She continued to wail wordlessly, bringing her fists down onto the soaked pavement relentlessly. The action wore down on her gloves, and eventually tore through them, scraping her knuckles, mixing her own blood with that of her latest victim's. Her shriek died down, lessening in intensity until it became something of a choking sob. She cradled her wounded hands against her chest, the pitiable, foreign sound muffled as she touched her forehead to the ground, somehow unable to bear the sight of the crime she'd committed.
The menace had carried out numerous scandals in the past, ranging from aggravated jaywalking to mass murder, always, always accompanied with destruction of property. She was no stranger to violations of the law. She'd come to rather enjoy the screams of terror and agony that came from her victims as she shot them down, mowing them over as if they were nothing but overgrown blades of grass, disabling them in the masses like a crowd of worthless robots. 'No one dies screaming without me!' had become a trademark quote of hers, something she'd yell with utmost pride on the fields of justice. It was something that made her summoners laugh, something they stuck on posters, lunchboxes, and t-shirts alike.
Now, it was something that only made her cringe.
Appalled with the idea of herself, with her depravity and moral corruption beyond that of anyone else, she pushed herself up, sparing not even a fraction of a second of a glance to the horribly disfigured corpse ahead of her. She quickly turned around, so as to not be tempted to gaze upon it for any longer. She swiped a hand across her eyes, but only replaced her tears with blood and dirt.
God, look at you! the voice chimed in, tone mocking and derisive. You're pathetic!
"I know," she replied aloud, scooping up her fish-shaped cannon into her arms and limping away from her game-winning kill. Fishbones's exterior was smudged with carnage, his usually lit eyes and mouth dim and flickering. He would need to be cleaned and tuned-up as soon as she got back to her watchtower. When she began moving his mouth like a puppet, she winced at the lecture she was convinced that she was about to receive.
"Let's kill again," she said in her typical Fishbones voice. Her eyebrows raised in shock, knowing how out of character it was for her usually domestic cannon. This was all coming from the one who longed for a small home in the country, with a white picket fence, a dog, and the average 2.5 children. The one who boasted normality in contrast to the menace's insanity. "C'mon, Jinx! Let's kill again. Let's kill everyone."
You're so out of it, the voice cut in, your dumb gun isn't even civil anymore. The criminal let her weapon fall lower in her hands, ceasing to puppet him. So? Are you fucked up forever now, or what? Jinx stopped walking for a moment, her eyes shutting tight in an attempt to ward off the pestering voice in her mind. Don't ignore me, braids. I'll only get louder.
"Go away," she mumbled through clenched teeth. Her grip on her cannon tightened and she scuffed her boots on the ground, steps becoming heavier despite the pain that would shoot up her legs and spine every time she stomped.
I'm here forever, it mocked. Forever and ever.