Ekko crouched in the shadows, a predator in the dark, his body taut with tension, his eyes locked on the shimmer shipment being loaded onto the ship. The weight of the night pressed down on him, suffocating, crushing, every breath a battle. His heart hammered in his chest, a cacophony of adrenaline, of desperation, of uncertainty.Jinx's warning, that cold, sharp thing she spat at him, echoed in his mind like a haunting lullaby. But there was more. There had to be more. The shipment—this shipment—something about it wasn’t right. She wouldn’t cut him off like that for nothing. There was something hidden beneath all of this. There had to be. It has to be this.
His hands trembled, but his resolve didn’t waver. The city’s weight, its broken heart, sat heavy on his shoulders. For them, for the people, for the ones he still cared about. He had to stop this, no matter the cost, no matter the price.
Then she appeared. The air shifted, thickening, everything freezing for that moment, that second. Jinx, standing amidst the chaos, overseeing it all like the queen of nightmares.
His breath caught. There she was. That girl, the one he once knew, the one he tried—tried—so damn hard to fix, to save, to protect. But she was gone. Gone. This wasn’t her. Not anymore.
Her blue hair glowed like a sickly neon under the dying light, an eerie halo around her as she moved, so precise, so cold, like she commanded the very air around her. She wasn’t a person anymore—she was a ghost, a thing, a phantom that haunted him with every step she took. Her eyes scanned the workers, her movements sharp, unyielding, like she was nothing but force, nothing but the monster she’d become.
Regret scraped at his insides, gnawing, tearing at his resolve. He could still see the flashes of the past—the days when they laughed, when they were alive—those reckless days, the adventures, the moments that felt like they could last forever. Now, there was nothing left but this—this twisted, broken reflection of what had been. He didn’t recognize her anymore. She was someone else, someone who had been torn apart and rebuilt by pain, by rage, by loss.
And all he could do was watch, as she stood there, untouched by time, and he... he was left here, broken.
What hurt more than seeing her like this, broken and untouchable, was the relentless ache of trying—trying to fix her. He had offered his help, his hand outstretched, but all he got were sharp, bitter refusals and fights that tore at his insides. She had pushed him away, over and over again, until there was nothing left but the sound of her cruel, silent rejection ringing in his ears.
But even that pain, that sickening pain in his chest, couldn’t tear him away from the mission. His heart was a furnace, burning hot with determination, fueled by the need to stop this shipment, to make sure it didn’t destroy what was left of their city. Jinx? She was nothing but a shadow of a memory, a ghost of something long gone. He had to focus—focus on the now, the present. The shimmer, the people who needed him, the city that was bleeding out. He couldn't let her—her—cloud his judgment. Not again.
Jinx was lost in herself, in the little world she’d built to shut out everything else. Her body swayed, unsteady, like she was caught between two worlds. One foot, then the other, balancing like some twisted ballet dancer, while her fingers picked at invisible things beneath her nails. So small, so insignificant, yet it took all her attention, her gaze never lifting. She was a hollow shell, too far gone to notice anything outside her own warped little orbit.
His team shifted beside him, their voices a low whisper.
"What's she doing?" one of them muttered, eyes locked on Jinx’s erratic movements.
Ekko’s voice was like steel, unbending. "Doesn't matter. We stick to the plan. Destroy the shimmer. Find out what’s behind it."
His eyes never left her. Not once. Even as the plan burned in his mind—the mission, the objective—his thoughts kept coming back to her, to the girl who used to be his friend, the girl who had shredded his world into pieces. The memories were swarming, biting at his resolve. But there was no time for that. He had a job to do, and he would do it, even if every muscle in his body screamed for him to turn away, to walk back to the past that had already burned him alive.
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Yours, always and forever | Timebomb fanfic | ekko×jinx
FanfictionEkko and Jinx grew up together. They thought all they needed was eachother's company. He promised to be there and protect her at all costs, and she promised him the exact same thing. But who would take these words seriously, when even they think now...