I'm The Monster ( Jinx X Fem Reader )

The Beginning

-chapter 3-

"Hello..? Is this where I'm supposed to find... um... placement?"

I walk delicately across the rusted tin roof, feeling it creak and bow beneath my weight like I would fall right through it I put a heel in the wrong place. When I look up, my eyes meet with those of a pale, blue haired girl, balanced perfectly on top of the roof of the vacant, decayed building I walk across. When I scan the area, half expecting more of Silco's cronies to jump out, I realize nobody else is in sight. Just me and the girl who calls herself Jinx.

My gaze trains back to the gangly figure at the peak of the roof- It seems like the girl ahead of me had been talking to herself prior to my interruption. I know all too well who this is; Silco's pride and joy, his only family. His daughter Jinx, standing here before me in the flesh. I feel my mind change courses momentarily; maybe I can just kill her now rather than him. Would he live with the same pain I do now with the loss of his perfect daughter?

As I focus more on Jinx, I notice her expression is not a pleasant looking one. Her face seems like a mixture of embarrassment, annoyance and pain all at once. That's a look and a feeling that I had grown quite familiar with over the years, and seeing it grace her features almost makes me pity her. Almost.

Then she opens her mouth.

"Tsk- this is what we're resorting to nowadays? Pathetic." Jinx leaves her roost at the top of the building, her motions nearly fluid as she slides towards me over the tin. Where probably twenty feet had stood before us, there are now a mere few. I hate to say it, but her presence is incredibly demanding. "Why do you even wanna work with Silco? What's so special about you that we need, sweet cheeks?"

An angry storm of red devours the skin of my face as anger threatens to take over my movements. I want to smack her, punch her, shove her off the roof.. Maybe just fucking shoot her right here right now. Something to get her the hell out of my face.

I close my eyes momentarily, forcing a deep, cold breath into my lungs to calm my white hot anger. You know she's faster, stronger, more agile, I remind myself. You'd be dead in a second if you even considered lifting a single finger. Patience and time is the only way I'm going to get this done.

"My name is Y/N." I respond slowly, pacing my tone.

"Right... Y/N." Jinx snarks back, clearly clueless of my efforts.

"And who wouldn't wanna work with the leader of the Under City?" I continue, forcing a tone of admiration into my voice. One of Jinx's blue eyebrows shoots up, and I take the improvement in stride. "I was under the impression that he'd be here today."

'Who wouldn't want to work with him?' Me, that's for sure. I hate the way the words feel leaving my mouth, despise how they taste on my tongue. Silco is nothing but an infection, a thorn in the Under City's saddle. Something that needs to be removed, exterminated like roaches.

"Here? Today?" Jinx's face contorts into a smirk. "I doubt you're even worthy of being here at all. And even if you are, you've got me instead." The girl motions to herself in one fluid, sweeping motion, like a performer bowing before an audience. It almost makes me gag. "That a problem for you, girly?" Jinx says, locking eyes with me. Part of me really wants to look away, but the other part of me knows that I can't rip my eyes from her gaze. It's infuriating.

"Not at all." I say, a spike of confidence running it's way through my veins. It forces my shoulders back and my spine straight, and I puff my chest out in an attempt to look more dominant. If I don't wanna be eaten alive by this crazy bitch right here on the rooftops, I can't look weak. Previously, my idea had been to request placement, meet Silco on the rooftops, and kill him straight out. Now, with Jinx before me, my brain reroutes immediately. At this point, I need to look like I'm something they want on their team. I need to look valuable, someone they can't live without. Even so, my heart races and I can feel myself seconds away from tripping over my words. Forcing my tongue to the bottom of my mouth, I swallow harshly.

Maintaining eye contact, Jinx takes a few steps towards me, more than invading my personal space. When she's less than a foot away, I can feel her hot breath fanning across my face. My own air gets caught in my throat, and it takes everything within me not to choke. I would be a liar if I said she wasn't beautiful in some odd, utterly insane way.

As if she isn't close enough already, Jinx leans in even closer, effectively closing the gap between us. I can practically feel her lips on my ear, her cheek a mere inch from mine. My heart stutters, flops, then stutters again, as if trying to desperately revive itself before my organs start to fail. What is happening?

"Well then..." She murmurs in my ear, her voice trailing off into silence. Her words flutter the hair next to my ear, and suddenly-

I feel a hand under the backside of my shirt. In a moment, my gun is snatched off of me. I hardly realize what's happening by the time the bright haired girl backs up again with my weapon in hand.

"You won't need this then, right?" Jinx chimes, a smirk flitting across her lips and her eyes wide with innocence. I felt a growl grow in my throat, my entire body tensed and ready to lunge for it, before-

"Stop messing with the girl." A sharp voice calls out. The owner of the voice jumps from an adjacent roof onto the one we currently occupy- I recognize this woman from The Last Drop. Jinx snarls, looking like a cat with its hackles raised.

"Beat it, Sevika, he told me to do this today. I don't need your help." Jinx spits, her anger more than clear in her tone. Where she had been mischievously playful just moments prior, pure infuriation has taken it's place.

"You think I want to babysit you?" The older woman snaps, annoyed. "You think I want to have to make sure you're not fucking shit up all the time? You're your own reason to be babysat."

Jinx rolls her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. She's a picture of a perfect ball of anger, like if I poked her, she would explode. My eyes move from Jinx to Sevika as the latter continues.

"Come on, girl," Sevika says briskly, motioning to me. "Pick it up, let's get moving. You'll be placed in one of the shimmer plants."

My heart sinks immediately, nearly hitting the tin below my feet, and my stomach turns. This is not at all how I wanted this to go. I feel a knot of anxiety immediately form itself in my core.

"What?!" I exclaim, trying to quell the panic laced through my tone. "That wasn't in the job description!"

Sevika drags a scalding gaze up and down my body before sending me an unamused look. "What did you expect? You've got nothing to offer. You're lucky I'm giving you a job at all, but I like your attitude towards ticking time bomb over here." She juts a thumb towards Jinx, the arm it's attached to looking as though it was fueled by shimmer itself. After another split second, I realize that it most definitely is. As if sensing my anxiety, Jinx breaks out of her anger ball to shoot me a self-satisfied grin. I narrow my eyes in response and look away quickly. When I look back, Sevika has already advanced a few roofs away. She pauses, realizing that she isn't being followed, and glances back.

"Well? Are you coming?"

I consider my options quickly. If I back out now, I may never have a good chance at Silco, and I'll probably be put on some sort of watchlist and labelled 'suspicious'. If I continue on, I'm going to be placed on a shimmer plant, possibly to never get a chance at Silco ever again.

I steel my resolve, pushing the knot in my stomach down. I know what I have to do. It may be hard work, but who ever said it would be easy to kill the highest man in the city?

Shaking off the nervous stuttering of my heart, I hop to the next roof and follow Sevika. I'm very aware of Jinx's presence behind me as she follows, and I make sure to monitor her in my mind's eye. I don't trust her, and I don't like her- no one does, of course, but I could see her pushing me off of a roof simply out of spite. When I turn to look at her momentarily, she's already staring at me- when we make intense, momentary eye contact, I turn away quickly, a blush racing across my cheeks. Instead, I peer out over the cityscape in front of me, and make a silent prayer to whatever higher power may exist that this won't be my last time seeing it.