Brothers of the REVOLUTION (a.b) BOOK THREE OF THE LEGION TRILOGY

Chapter 2: Meet Jinxx

-3 YEARS LATER-

Andy was resting, eyes closed and hands behind his head. Regularly, he was accused of something, and thrown into a cell like this, held for a day or so then let out for good behaviour. The cell shuddered open, and Andy didn't even move. "Feeding time already?"

A thud and a slam answered his question. His confident smirk slipped off his face and he sighed, opening his eyes. An older boy, 16 or 17 years old, looked absolutely terrified. He kept a steady gaze on his shaking hands, his knees looking like they're ready to give out any minute.

"Hey, hey," Andy got up from his laid back position and reached for the older teen, but he pulled back violently, nearly throwing himself against the wall.

"Don't touch me, I don't want to hurt you," He whispered, cradling his hands to his chest.

Andy watched him for a few minutes before sitting back on his side. "I'm over here, okay? What's your name?"

The teen was quiet, and for a moment Andy was convinced he wasn't going to answer him. Andy sighed and settled back against the wall- it was a minor accusation for him this time around, so he wasn't whipped.

Just as he got comfortable in the heavy silence, the teen broke it. "J-Jinxx."

Andy opened his eyes again and turned to look at the teen. "Well Jinxx," Andy smirked. "I'm Andy, and I'm kind of a regular around here," He motioned around the cell.

"What'd you do?" Jinxx asked, sizing this 13 year old up in front of him.

Andy shrugged. "Who knows anymore? I don't keep track." He chuckled humorously, turning to face Jinxx again. "What about you? I've seen you around, you seem like a generally well-behaved, quiet young man." Andy cocked an eyebrow.

"I... I started a fire." Jinxx's voice loss all its confidence, his troubled gaze returning to his hands.

"Arson, nice. Where'd you get your hands on a match?" Andy asked, masking his genuine curiosity with an air of arrogance and a coat of disinterest.

"No, no Andy, I started a fire." He told him, shaking his hands in Andy's direction, before he tensed, as if his body remembered a horrible memory before his brain registered it and quickly brought his calloused palms back to the safety of his body. "I don't know how. I got angry, I think, and the book I was holding just..." His voice faltered.

Andy perked up as John's words echoed through his head, bouncing off the walls just as his shouts did that day. "Four others are within FEAR, and they have their own powers. You, Andy, will be their leader."

Leader.

Andy knew there was a reason he stole that guards pin. Something in him told him too, to get captured today. His intuition. From his pocket, he produced the pendent he held so close to him. "Jinxx, I'm going to tell you something, and I want you to let me finish before you go running to some guard to call me crazy."

"You're asking the guy who just burned down half a classroom with his hands to not call you crazy?" Jinxx asked incredulously. "That's probably the craziest thing you could say."

"Well, now that that's out of the way, I knew you were coming here today."

"I change my mind. That's the craziest thing you could say."

Andy recounted the story with John, and then gave all the examples of his powers working. If Jinxx didn't believe him, it never once showed on his face. He sat there and listened to Andy's every word. Of course, that's what Andy was good at- words. It's why they let him go every time, he talked his way out of it. With a final glance at the door, Andy produced the pendent with the four beads swinging almost carelessly. "He said there were four other ones, including me. That makes five." He tapped each corner. "Five of us are supposed to band together. With you, that makes us two, with three more people left to find."

"Right, the two of us." Jinxx asked him. "A 13 year old who can predict the future, and a 17 year old who can start fires with their hands, which, by the way, I can't even control. What are the other powers?"

"I don't know."

"Who are the other members?"

"I don't know that either."

"And once we're together, what do we do then?"

"No idea."

Jinxx tossed his hands up in the air, looking at the 13 year old in front of him exasperated. "So all you know is what some old guy on death row told you?"

Andy shook his head and put his hand on Jinxx's shoulder, a look of steely determination on his face. "I know we're meant for something greater. Something bigger than ourselves, something better than rotting in a cell for half our lives because of things we can't control. I can just... feel it." He held out his hand, obviously unafraid of the power Jinxx held. "Are you in?"

Jinxx studied his hand for a moment before he found himself nodding, shaking his hand, surprised at the younger boys cool fingers against his own palm. "What happens now?" He asked as Andy withdrew his hand and relaxed against the wall.

"We wait."

"We wait?"

"We wait." Andy told him firmly. "We can't rush things. I don't really know how to control this thing, and I've known about mine since I was 10. But I know when I go against it, bad things happen." He shrugged. "It kinda just happens, but it's telling me we have to wait. The others will come in time. Until then, try and keep from burning things. Try breathing exercises. Don't seek me out, I'll find you." Andy slipped the pendent back into his pocket just as the door opened.

Andy smirked at the guards. "Chow time boys?"

"You're being released," The guard grunted. "Don't let it happen again."

"Scouts honour," Andy held his left hand up and crossed his heart, his smirk returning when they grabbed him by his biceps, dragging him out roughly but still civilized enough for the public eye.

Jinxx watched the entire exchange, clutching a bead firmly in his hand.