Bewitched By The Wicked

Amber Andrews

The first thing I felt was filth. Filth of the air brushing my skin, and Filth of the mortals walking side by side with me. People with no real purpose other than to cause trouble. All of them walking the streets of a city that could rival Metropolis in bright happy faces and Gotham city with its insane population resting on the shore line.

If I really had it my way I wouldn't be walking the streets of Jump City, but we all make sacrifices for the people we love, even if I don't love many.

Sacrifices, one I'm making now for my brother. Booking a trip from Gotham city just to see the child my mother had always wanted but was never gifted with when she first spread her legs for the psychopath that helped make me. Not to say I don't care for him at all, he's my brother, not by blood but he's the brother I always wanted but don't quite deserve. Sure there were others I could connect to, but who's to say they wouldn't find someone more their style.

My feet stumbled about the concrete while I made my way down the street. The busy roads were blocked out in my head, with Paramour blasting in my ears as I waited by the stop light. I at least had the nerve to wait till the light changed, unlike the man who decided to jay walk. I chuckled to myself at the thought of him getting brutally run over. It put me in a good mood. One that didn't last long when a girl practically jabbed into my shoulder as she ran across the street. I didn't even have the time to snap at the bitch when I noticed more and more people running down the street corner.

The drum solo must have blurred their screams when they had started. I turned my head to finally gaze behind me and the street was mangled. One of the street shops had been completely busted in and people were booking it away. Something in my gut twisted until I saw a familiar head of raven hair push his large arms through the solid brick. It's hard not to notice those legs that were partially being suffocated by the red spandex and the flashy emblem on the back of his jacket.

I didn't need to take my headphones out to guess that he was apologizing to the people around him for the damage. Quite the goody two shoes. I continued to stand there as he flew up into the air and the debris on his shoulders dusted off into the air.

I didn't need to be a genius to take a guess that if the long term best friend of my brother was being thrown through walls, that Tim wouldn't be at the quirky hideout either. I could already feel my hands itching for the fight. My feet trampled over the broken glass to get a better look at the fight. Not a single person had been left walking the city in that corner with the Teen Titans running around. Not to say they're the bad guys, but they tend to bring trouble.

I ducked under the nearest abandoned building to cast the spell my sister had taught me. Makes situations like this a little less inconvenient. The rush sprinkled up my back from the tip of my boots to the last strand of my firefly red hair.

I wouldn't call myself a hero necessarily, not like Superboy would or Beast Boy would boast about. I did my own thing really, but that doesn't mean I wont help where I can. I'm not a heartless bitch, I'm only like that some of the time.

By the time I found my brother he was practically cherry red with rage. It was a funny image when I actually thought about it.

"What the hell are you doing here Amber?" His voice rang out as he slid into position beside me. I couldn't quite figure out what we were fighting, small squishy but clearly not the shape of any animal. It's like Satan happened to Vomit, and said vomit turned rabid and grew furry mold on its back before multiplying.

"What does it look like I'm doing, I'm helping, Duh." I said over the hot fire that erupted from the palm of my hand. "What are these things anyways, and why do they look like something Superman failed to flush down the toilet?"