Jinx had thought you had died that day.

The day where Powder’s existence died along with the bodies of her friends and father.

The only one she knew for a fact didn’t die was Vi; she could still remember the punch that landed on her face as she was called a jinx with so much venom.

She remembered sobbing out for Vi to come back, the flames next to her glaring hot and creeping closer to her.

She remembered when Silco found her and became the person she is now: Jinx.

She remembered all the bodies of her friends and father lying dead on the floor and slumped on the walls.

At least she thought she did.

Now, she worked in her room; the voices in her head of everyone flooding her mind like always.

“Powder,” your voice gets louder than all the others, causing her to slam her hands into her head to try and shut it up.

“Powder,” your voice calls again, seeming to be right next to her ear and playing with her mind.

She whips around and grabs her gun, shooting continuously at where she thought she heard your voice.

“Just shut up already!” She yells, her chest heaving as she stops shooting.

You had been the same age as her, a child just like she had been and she killed you.

At least she thought she did until she saw the familiar color of your hair brush past one of the bullet holes and your eyes meeting hers behind one of the loose panels of her room.