Hex

Memories

Tight black jeans that were so ripped that they showed more skin than fabric and a crop top that had once been white, but now had a bunch of blood stains on it.

Give the girl wearing it a couple of scars and spray-painted weapons of her own creation and you've got Hex.

Her luminous green hair was cut so short that she had trouble making a ponytail - some strands always managed to fall out and hang over her face.

Now, she half-sat and half-laid, clutching a smoking gun with one hand and her bleeding side with the other. Her gun, however, wasn't what had caused the wound.

"You were supposed to guard the cargo!" Sevika yelled at Jinx a couple of feet away. Jinx was still standing there, frozen. She smirked slightly at Sevika, which only made her more mad.

"Hey, can I get a little help over here?" Hex asked. And, finally, they looked at her. Jinx, who hadn't realised that she'd shot Hex while randomly shooting the Firelights, now finally came back to reality and sprung to Hex's side.

Seeing the look in Jinx's eyes, Hex knew she would be the one taking care of the situation. She was spiralling, her eyes darting, her hands and head flinching, as though the voices had come back.

...

"She fired on us," Sevika yelled, bringing her fist down on the table.

"There are always mishaps in battle. The Firelights were her target and most are dead." Silco said calmly, not bothering to meet Sevika's mad gaze.

"It wasn't a mishap, Jinx froze up and lost her sh!t. She was the one who hit Hex," Sevika said.

Finally, something she's said he even remotely cared about. But it barely showed on his face, apart from his good eye widening slightly in surprise.

"And I could've handled those brats." Sevika continued, "Jinx is a problem and we all know it."

"We? Who's we?" He questioned, "I expect better from you than excuses. It was your job to make sure things went smoothly. You failed. Don't disappoint me again."

Sevika let out a disgruntled huff, before getting up and storming out of his office.

"The world's growing smaller every day, thanks to the Hexgates. And now, we're cut off. The topsiders are leaving us further and further behind..."

It sounded as though he was talking to himself, but the girl sitting above, on the wooden planks under the sealing, knew that the words were for her.

"What happened?"

"It was nothing," Hex said, "she already told you most of it"

"I'm asking you." Silco said. He wasn't going to let this go, was he?

Hex jumped down, gasping slightly on impact. Her leg, even though it had been cleaned up and bandaged, still hurt under pressure.

"One of those Firelight wackos was a girl. With pink hair. J was shocked, some bad memories probably came rushing back and... it wasn't her fault! It was just really bad timing and..." Hex took a deep breath and sat down on the table, her back turned to Silco, who was sitting in his throne-like leather chair. "She was trying to get rid of the Firelights, that's all. She was shooting in random direction and it was chaos..."

There was long pause between them. Hex's mind had trouble in silence, always trying to find something to focus on, or make something up on the go. She heard the loud music from the Last Drop.

"Vi is gone. You know that as well as I do"

"I know, I wasn't the one who..."

"I know, but I would be a fool if I didn't think that girl brought back memories for you, as well as Jinx"