Hello, CursedRedRose here! I've been wanting to do a Flinx story with a darker tone for ages and this is what my brain eventually came up with. This is also my first multi-chapter story so I'll try my best to get the chapters up as fast as I can. Each one will have half from Kid Flash's perspective, then half from Jinx's. Please enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans

Kid Flash

I'm running at my fastest through the streets of Jump City. My patrol is almost over and so far I've stopped a bank robbery, three muggings and accidentally set off about a dozen speed cameras when I was travelling at a slower pace. I haven't seen a trace of the HIVE Five tonight and this both pleases and disappoints me. I'm happy that they're off the streets, I mean as a hero I really shouldn't be encouraging villainy, but it does mean I haven't seen Jinx tonight. I've really missed seeing her, even if she does try to hex me sometimes. I feel a smile creep onto my face as I hatch a cunning plan. If she won't come to me, I think as I sharply change direction, I'll go to her. I mean, how could she resist me?

I haven't been in Jump since that night she saved me. I can still picture every detail of her; her pink hair like candyfloss, her eyes that can glow so powerfully and yet still look vulnerable, that small smile she had given when she picked up my rose. I've given some girls flowers before but never roses, especially not red ones. I was saving those for somebody special and I knew that's what she was that first night at the museum. If only she could see that…

I stop just outside their headquarters. For villains, they sure aren't subtle, I think as I stare up at the giant H. If they had brains, they'd be dangerous. Except Jinx, of course. I really don't know why she sticks with those losers.

Then suddenly, the peace of the night is shattered by a piecing scream. The sound echoes around the island and makes me feel like my molecules are vibrating in sympathy with its intense pain. I run around the entire building, frantically looking for a way in but the security has been majorly stepped up since my last visit. I can hear the low hum of electricity pulsing in an invisible coat over the walls so I know I can't vibrate through the walls.

"Curse you Gizmo!" I say through gritted teeth as I end up back by the front door. The screaming stops as suddenly as it started and now I can hear laughing. Good God, what are they doing in there? Is Jinx al-

The door abruptly opens and I'm forced to dive into a nearby bush. Through a gap in the leaves I can see all the male members of the HIVE-Gizmo, Mammoth, multiple Billy Numerouses (or Numeri?), See-More with Kyd Wycked in tow-leaving but no Jinx. As they stroll past me I can hear their conversation.

"God, did you see the look on her face when we jumped her?! It sure was funny!"

"It sure dang was, Billy!"

"We taught her a lesson!"

"Stupid, snot-munching traitor! She deserved it!"

"Bitch!"

I'm surprised to hear that last comment coming from See-More. He's usually so mild but his eyes are cold and hard and he has a sick grin on his face. My blood is running colder than ice. Where's Jinx?

As the door closes I speed through it and stand in the darkness as I listen. At first I hear nothing. Then, there's a faint whimpering noise that almost sounds like a drowning kitten and I run like mad towards it, my heart beating faster and faster. I almost don't want to look but if Jinx is hurt, I'll do anything.

I burst into the unexpected light of their living space. The idiots must have forgotten to turn the lights off and hide their crimes. There's mess everywhere, mainly in the form of discarded food and takeaway cartons. In one corner lies the remains of a collapsed pillow fort but I can only stare in horror at the centre of the room. Jinx is lying there face down, her shoulders juddering as she sobs into the carpet. Her clothes are all torn so only her underwear is preserving her modesty and I can see her grey skin is coloured black and purple like a mosaic. One arm has pulled a blanket onto her back but it is smeared with red and there are patches of dark blood on the floor…Jesus Christ, what have they done to her…?

I'm by her side in less than a second. "Jinx, Jinx, can you hear me, are you alright?" I'm almost shouting in fear as I try to rouse her. I reach out my hand but the second I touch her, she recoils.

"Jinx?"

She snarls at me like a cornered animal and curls herself up. Her eyes, which always looked wild and dangerous, now look feral. Her arms cower over her head and I can see the blotchy lumps on them, like tumours are trying to break free from her skin.

"Jinx, it's me, Kid Flash." I say gently. She looks up at me and I see tears pouring down her face. She rubs them away and looks down at her lap. She looks horrified at what she has become.

"Kid Flash…I…. I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

"What happened to you?" I'm angry now, I feel like my stomach is tying knots with itself as I struggle to stay calm. They hurt her, that's the only thing I can think, the sentence running through my mind like a runaway train. Those bastards hurt her…

She lets out a choking sob and I gather her broken body into my arms. She winces but manages to say "They attacked me, Kid Flash. My own stupid team. They waited 'til my back was turned…but this wasn't the first time…I should have been more watchful…I'm so stupid…"

"How long?" I say, my voice stony.

"Since…that night." She gasps out. I can hear her fragile breath fluttering on my chest. "I tried to leave…find you but See-More…caught me and dragged me back…I tried to escape but Gizmo put in all this security…" She looks up at me and almost smiles. "And now you're here. What took you so long?" She tries to giggle, making the plea into a joke but the sound falls flat.

I can feel bile in my throat as I run as fast as I can with her in my arms, taking her as far away from that hideous place as I possibly can. Her hair is blowing in my face; it feels like it's stroking me. I arrive at my apartment and nearly kick the door down in my haste to get in.

"Drink this." I order her as I lay her down on the sofa and hurry to pour some soup in a mug. I heat it up myself by vibrating it and give it to her. The way she gulps it down desperately makes me feel sick to the core. They starved her too?

I'm trembling with anger and I see her flinch. "Don't worry, you're safe here." I tell her but I can see she's not convinced. I grab her a blanket from my room and wrap it around her as she gratefully snuggles into it. For a brief moment our cheeks brush together as I lean over her to tuck it in and I feel my cheeks grow red but she has no reaction. Normally she would have hexed me by now but it's like she's gone numb.

I lean back and take her hand. She's so light and bony I'm surprised she makes a dent in the sofa cushion.

"Jinx, what happened? Why didn't you fight back?" I'm pleading with her now but her face is blank.

Her eyes look past me. "I tried to at first but…it was hopeless. There were five against one and they used to put power inhibiters on me that burned my skin…" She holds up her wrists and I see the large round burn marks. "I couldn't beat them…I was never going to win…I just gave up."

Hopeless? Never? The old Jinx would never have said that, or given up on anything.

She sees the expression on my face and sadly looks away. "That Jinx is gone Flash," She whispers as if she can read my thoughts. "She died somewhere…and I don't know if I can get her back. She's gone."

Jinx

I wake up at the crack of dawn. There's barely any light coming through the clink in the curtains but it somehow manages to hit me straight in the eye. Just my luck.

My limbs feel sluggish and stiff like they are made of lead and I almost expect to creak when I sit up. I look down at myself and feel disgusted. I'm exactly what they said I was; weak and useless and dumb. Ugly, little more than trash. No matter how hard I try, I can't get their poison out of my mind. It's formed a root there and I can't shake it out.

Kid Flash is still asleep. I can hear his snoring from the sofa. I look at my tattered clothes that were ripped from me last night. I remember their fingers running over me like worms and I feel dirty. I need to clean myself before he sees me like this. I stand up. My back is screaming at me in pain and I can see marks of blood on the sofa and blanket. I fold it over so they're not visible and scamper into the bathroom. I peel what is left of my clothes off me and step into the shower. It takes me a while to figure out how to turn it on but eventually I manage it. The water is blissful but it makes my back hurt even more. I bite down on my lip hard to stop myself calling out and waking Kid Flash up but when some shampoo suds run down my back, I can't stop myself crying out.

He's outside the door in a second. "Jinx! Jinx, what's going on?! Open the door!" He's panicking and I can hear him trying to break the door down. Quickly, I dash from the shower, pull a towel around myself and yank the door open. He's standing there in red and yellow pyjamas and in his hand he's clutching a pile of clothes.

"Are you OK Jinx? I heard you shouting…" He scans the bathroom before looking at me concerned.

"I'm fine." I try to tell him before realising the shower is still on. I turn around to switch it off before I realise my mistake and I freeze when I hear him gasp. I hang my head down. I know exactly what he's seen.

Across my back are a multitude of zigzagged cuts, some partly healed, some fresh and still weeping. They criss and cross all over each other like wickerwork, each slash a different shade of red or scabby brown. I let the towel fall and hold it over my front so he can see my shame in its full glory, the handiwork of my team. I look at the towel and see imprints of red on it. That is what sends tears down my face; I'm still marking, still ruining everything I touch. I then see his hand reaching out to the side of me; he's handing me a pair of white boxer shorts. He's trying to save my embarrassment and I'm grateful for it, for any crumb of kindness. I grab them and hastily put them on. They are a little big but I don't mind. It makes them comfier in a way.

I hear him take a step towards me and I'm trying not to cry. He stands behind me; I bury my face in the towel. Then, I feel him hugging me and there's a light sensation on my back like a cool breeze brushed against my skin. I see him raise his head in the mirror. There's a thumbprint of my blood on his lips.

"Oh Jinx…" His voice is hoarse as he presses his forehead to my wet hair. "I should have come sooner…I should have been there…"

"It's not your fault," I tell him. "It's mine, you were right, I should've fought…"

"How?" He asks. He's cradling me now, rocking me gently on my feet as we sway together like dancers. Any other time, I would have pulled away but instead I let him lead me.

"They did it with anything they could get their hands on," I say, my voice shaking. "That first night, See-More whipped me, he said it was to get all thoughts of you out of me." Kid Flash looks furious and I have to look away. I fear anyone else's anger now and that sickens me. Even I can't stand me anymore. "Then the others piled in. Gizmo tested some of his new weapons on me, Mammoth used his belt…every night it was something different. Then they started pouring things on the wounds so they would hurt even more-salt, vinegar, acid…then they did worse things…" I'm sobbing again and I curse myself. Stupid girl, remember what the Headmaster said! Crying is weakness! You are with a hero, get him! Yet when Kid Flash turns me around I burrow into his chest and howl. My body hurts all over and he's the only one who cares. What else can I do?

He pulls a T-shirt over my head and lifts me up. Wordlessly he takes me into his room and puts me on his bed, drawing the duvet up to my chin. I wriggle to get out, scared I'll bloody the sheets again, sully them with my presence, but he lays down next to me and stops me struggling.

"It's OK," He whispers. "Just get some sleep for me. Please?"

I look into his blue eyes, the colour of a warm inviting sea, and I nod. He smiles and leans over. I close my eyes but all he does is kiss me, softly and lingeringly, on my lips. I kiss him back and for a moment, everything is sweet and I can pretend the outside world doesn't exist. Maybe with him, I wonder as we settle down to sleep, I can get the old Jinx back.

Next chapter will be up as soon as I write it, I promise. Reviews are much appreciated and make me write faster!