Life on the Edge
Chapter 1
Reading Between The Lines
this is just an idea i came up with while watching a few movies i hope you like it and read and review
dont own TT
"Your name?" he asked me for the millionth time.
I didn't reply. I wouldn't be talked to in that kind of voice.
"Where do you live," he says not in a question but as a statement.
I can tell he's getting tired of asking the same questions over and over. To be perfectly honest I'm getting tired of it too. I wish they would just take me to my cell already. You would think they would learn when someone isn't going to answer their questions, no matter how many times they ask.
I turn my eyes on him instead of the table. His eyebrow raises. He thinks he's gotten to me. I smile.
"I have no name," I say to him in barely a whisper. "I live nowhere."
He sighs heavily and gets up from his chair to walk out of the white room, with mirrors on every wall, except where the white door is, that leads out of the room and into the "secret" room behind the glass.
I can't help the grin that creeps onto my face. Instead of cracking me, I've cracked him.
I can hear him talking on the other side of the glass, that's supposed to be sound proof.
"I can't do anything with her," he says to whoever is present in that "secret" room. "She isn't willing to comply to anything, I ask her a question and she sits and stares at the table or off into space. I can't do it Captain, I can't beat this one."
"I understand that even the best of us fail sometimes," said another male voice. "But we have to keep trying we already know her alias, Jinx, now we just need her real name. Even initials would be fine."
He sighed heavily, "Alright, Captain, but I'm telling you she isn't going to say anything."
Jinx. Former HIVE student. Master thief and bad luck charm. Yea that's me. Sitting in a white room full of mirrors, at some police station, with my hands cuffed behind my back to the cool metal chair I'm sitting on. Yea that's me. Thinking of an escape plan even as they speak. Oh yea, that's me.
He walks back in the room with a fake smile plastered on his face. "Alright, Jinx," he says in a faked pleasant tone. "Lets try this a little different, alright? I ask you a question, and you answer it. You ask me a question and I answer it. How does that sound?"
I look at him with a blank stare.
"Alright, Jinx, I'll let you go first. Ask me any question you can think of," he says sitting forward in his chair and putting all his weight on the table.
"When are you going to die?" I ask without changing my stare.
" Well not for a few more years, I hope. I'm thinking of going into retirement soon, ya know, maybe go to Hawaii. I hear it's nice there," he says rather chipper that I'm playing along.
Oh how stupid some people are.
"Alright now it's my..."
"Wait," I say looking him in the eye for the first time since I got put in this hell hole. He stops talking immediately, hoping that I'm going to tell him everything, his pen poised for flight across the paper. "I know when you're going to die," I say in a whisper.
"Do you now?" he replies putting his pen down and getting in a more defensive stance while still keeping his seat.
"Yea," I say knowingly.
"Well then, why don't you just tell me when?"
"Now," I whisper.
He jumps out of his seat, but I'm quicker. I lean forward on my chair and push off with my legs launching myself in a flip and smashing one of the legs of the chair into his head. He falls to the floor in a crumpled heap. I lay on my back, the chair crushing my hands.
"Stop her!" I hear someone yell in the room behind the mirrors. It's a good thing Detective Swashburn locked the door behind.
I smile as I twirl my legs in a windmill motion lifting myself from the ground with the momentum. The chair balances on one leg as I aim myself for the Detective. After proper aim I let myself fall and I happen to land with my back to the Detective and his keys are now in my hands.
Bad luck, for him.
I'm free from that stupid chair now, and I'm about to be homeward bound.
I jump kicking through the air duct cover above me, and I wind my way to the roof, making my midnight escape into the dark streets of Jump City.
My home.
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Of coarse not everyone can be called Queen of the Streets here in Jump City, but I've found I have earned the title.
The gangster's that had once harassed me to no end, now avoid me at all costs. The homeless people on the streets practically bow their way into the shadows when they see me coming. I am the boss on the streets. I am the law.
So riddle me this, why does the Queen squat in run down old warehouses, abandoned theater halls and busted up apartment buildings?
I'll tell you why. Because no renter in their right mind would rent out a room to a metahuman. Especially not a metahuman/felon. So I'm stuck here, in an abandoned theater hall on the south side of Jump City, where the sun almost never shines because of all the skyscrapers in Jump Central.
Not that I'm complaining. I've spent nights out on the cold lonely streets where men are so horny they can hardly keep it in their pants and you have to threaten to cut it off if they don't back the fuck off. The streets where muggers just wait for you to pass them so they can jump out behind you and slit your throat, just because they can. They know the people they kill don't have any money, but they love to watch the life ebb out the dying.
These are the ones I fight against. I know what you're thinking, 'A villain helping clean up the city? No way.' But despite what everyone thinks, I hate low lives like that. They make me sick. I may be a felon, but I don't kill just for the hell of it.
No, I don't kill period.
Detective Swashburn woke with a huge headache. "Ugh," he moaned. "What the hell happened?"
"She got away," someone said from somewhere in the room.
His head swam for a few moments before he got baring on where he was. He was laying in a hospital bed in one of those revealing slips the doctors make you wear, with his fingers all tangled up in a mess of wires and plugs.
"She got away, because you locked the door to the room," a boy in a bright red, green and yellow costume with a black mask that covered his eyes.
"Ro... Ro... Robin," the Detective stuttered in surprise and dread. "I didn't mean to pu..put everyone in that position."
"Then would you care to explain it to me, Detective?"
Swashburn nodded his head vigorously and said, "I was just trying to get her to loosen up a little so I could break her faster, Robin."
Robin's glare tranferred through the mask he wore, "Do you realize that you have put everyone in this city at risk?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then I have no choice, but to remove you from the detectives office. You will now be in the police medical association. You will turn in your badge and collect your things from your office as soon as you are dismissed from the care of the hospital. Do you understand?" Robin said in a firm tone.
"Yes, sir," Swashburn said, hating having to take orders from a kid probably half his age.
"Good," was all Robin said before taking his leave into the hall where he met with the Captain, Chief Inspector Roson.
"I dismissed Swashburn from your force," Robin said as he approached the Chief Inspector.
"Better you than me, Robin," was all he replied. Robin bobbed his head in agreement.
"Chief, I think it's time that I take my leave. There is alot to do in the process of tracking her down and hauling her in again." The Chief nodded his understanding and walked away from the bird.
I think it's time I do a little reading between the lines, Robin thought to himself as he walked out of the hospital, climbed on his bike and raced off towards Titan Tower.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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