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The changes started soon after Jinx woke up one morning, her bedsheets stained red with blood.
Still half asleep, at first she felt nothing but panic rising in her chest. Searching her body desperately for a wound, confused and frightened, she realized the blood was coming from between her legs. It clicked into place then, as a memory came up unbidden, of a night so long ago where she had seen Vi padding silently out of their shared room, a bundle of dark sheets carried in her arms. Jinx had followed after her, curious, watching as Vi shoved her stained bedsheets into the trash, pressing down on them to try and close the lid.
"What's that?" Jinx asked.
Vi nearly jumped out of her skin, whirling to glare down at Jinx. She was always so mean. She always hated me. "I'm just cleaning something up," Vi explained gruffly, pushing past Jinx to go back inside. Curiousity unsatisfied, Jinx lifted a corner of the trash, catching a furtive glimpse of Vi's favorite blanket, a dark red stain covering a large portion of it. Her face twisted in confusion, and she rushed back inside, tiny cold feet slapping quietly against the stone floor, rounding the corner to find Vi remaking her bunk with fresh sheets.
"Why was there blood?" Jinx asked, eyes wide with worry. "Did you get hurt? Why didn't you tell me? Should I get Van-" Vi whirled on Jinx at that, pressing a finger to her lips with a scowl.
"No. I'm not hurt, and you can't tell anyone. Here, help me with these sheets and I'll explain it to you after."
After, Vi and Jinx sat together on the bed. Vi looked uncomfortable, tapping one foot rhythmically and casting sidelong glances at a bewildered Jinx. With a sigh, she launched into a long explanation about bodies, sex, and the disgusting miracle that was menstruation. Jinx's expression transformed slowly into one of horror, and by time Vi had finished her speech, she was practically bursting at the seams.
"That's going to happen to ME?" she squealed incredulously.
Now, it had happened. Two years had passed since Silco had rescued her- or was it three? Two years since her supposed sister had denounced and abandoned her beside their father's corpse. So caught up in her training, she had almost forgotten all about this curse that would eventually come upon her. She remembered Vi's explanation of various products used to cleanly stem the flow of blood. Jinx jumped up from her soiled bed and padded through the halls, coming upon Sevika's bedroom. The woman wasn't inside, thankfully, and Jinx took this opportunity to start rummaging around the place. Hidden in a cupboard near the toilet, she found what she was looking for, and turned to go, glancing back at the room a moment. She had made a mess of the place, tiny blood droplets smeared on the floor, but simply shrugged and hurried back to her own bedroom before anyone could see her.
It was days later, when Jinx was eating breakfast in Silco's office, that Sevika came storming in, fresh from a long assignment and shooting daggers at Jinx where she sat in a corner.
"The little wretch was in my bedroom again!" Sevika raged, pointing an accusatory finger in Jinx's general direction. "The place was a bloody mess, all my things strewn about without a care!" She ground her teeth as Silco continued reading the report in front of him, not bothering to look up. "Probably stole something from me again, not that you can tell with the mess she made." In response, Jinx just stuck her tongue out at the older woman.
"Is this true?" Silco asked Jinx in a bored tone, his mismatched eyes flicking towards her for a moment before returning to his papers. Jinx didn't respond, just rolled her eyes and sighed deeply, falling back to lay on the table where she sat, feet kicking impudently in the air.
Seeing the Silco's general lack of interest in the matter, Sevika ground her teeth, fist clenching and unclenching reflexively. "There was blood smeared all over the floor, too." At this, Jinx shot back up, scoffed loudly and glared at Sevika.
Finally, Silco set the report neatly down on his desk, swiveling to fix Jinx with a disapproving stare. "Jinx, we talked about this. If you injure yourself in your workshop, you have to see a medic. You don't need to be sneaking arou-"
"I didn't injure myself, ok!" Jinx interrupted him, causing Sevika to wince before a little self satisfied smirk made its way onto her face when Silco's expression darkened.
"Then whose blood was it?" Silco asked coldly, "Were you fighting again?"
Jinx drew her leg up and hugged them, feeling like she had been caught in a trap. "No!" she spat, unable to meet Silco's gaze. For his part, the man was bewildered. Jinx was acting even stranger than usual. Seeing Sevika smiling cruelly out of the corner of his eye, he waved her dismissal with one hand and, with one last grin shot in Jinx's direction, she left, shutting the door behind her.
Knowing it would bother her into talking, Silco turned back to his work, rifling through papers, deliberately not looking in the girl's direction. She began to fidget, scowling at him, until she finally stood up and marched over to stand in front of his desk. At least she wasn't climbing on it, he thought ruefully.
"May I go?" Jinx ground out, tight lipped and furious.
"No, you may not." Silco responded mildly, not yet looking up at the girl. After a beat he said, "Are you going to tell me what you were doing in Sevika's chambers again?"
Jinx gave an exasperated sigh, nearly stomping one foot on the ground in agitation. "I needed something from there, ok?!" She said beligerently. Silco chose this moment to make eye contact with the girl, freezing her in place. Jinx was caught off guard, but only for an instant. Rage bubbled up in her chest and burst forth in a torrent of angry words.
"I needed something for my period, and I didn't want anyone to know, ok? Happy now?!" She noticed with some satisfaction that Silco's expression went blank, some of the color draining from his face. She saw a flicker of emotion that she couldn't identify, before Silco got himself under control and turned his chair, staring silently out the window.
"I'll have supplies sent to your workshop. Don't go through Sevika's things again." He said gruffly, obviously dismissing her. She narrowed her eyes for a moment before turning and storming out.
After that, everything was different between them.
It took a few weeks, but pretty soon, Jinx began to suspect Silco was avoiding her. It wasn't too obvious- it wasn't unusual for him to become busy with work- but after the third day of climbing to her spot above his office, only to find the place empty, she sighed in frustration, pressing her knuckles hard against her forehead, face twisted in pain and anger. Heart thudding, she devised a plan- she needed something to get him back.
It was late. Jinx was tinkering half-heartedly with a new prototype in the workshop, when a clangor arose from a small device on the wall- she had set up a tiny motion detector, too small to be noticed, in Silco's office. Looking up with tired, red eyes, she noted how late it was. With an sigh, she stood and stretched her aching back, surprised at how quickly the time had passed, and made her way across some support beams to a ventilation shaft on the far wall. Quietly and with deft movements, she dislodged the vent cover and moved it aside before slipping in, making her way up it as silently as she could manage.
There was a moment of confusion as Jinx wracked her brain for the path that would take her to Silco's office- half-heard whispers taunted her at the edge of awareness, but she shook her head violently to evict them. After a few uncertain moments, she turned a corner, then another, and light filtered in from up ahead, her heart palpating uncomfortably as she heard Silco's voice echoing its way towards her through the metallic vent.
He was barking orders at Sevika and a few others, obviously frustrated, the sound becoming clearer as Jinx came closer, careful as she could be to remain unnoticed.
"Get out, all of you, and don't come back until it's done!" He ordered just as Jinx neared the slatted air vent, crisscrossed light and shadow dancing across her pale face. The sound of hurried footsteps reverberated through her as the others filed out of the office, closing the door behind them, while Silco stood impassively, back turned, staring out the window. It wasn't obvious, but Jinx could tell how stressed he was just from the tension in his posture. A moment passed before Silco sighed, passing a hand over his face, before striding purposefully to the door and locking it with an audible click.
Jinx watched, giddy with anticipation- she had never spied on Silco before. Granted, she had never had to; now he had been avoiding her, what was she supposed to do? Justifications ran rampant through her mind, echoing voices chiding her too, although she ignored them. She approached the vent as closely as she dared, hoping Silco wouldn't notice. He didn't.
Instead, the man walked towards his desk, almost hesitant. Jinx stifled a giggle, amused by how different he was once everyone was gone. How different he was when it was just the two of them, she sighed, grinning lopsidedly. Oh, how she'd missed him these few weeks. Silco sat down heavily in his chair, spinning lazily, head tilted back with a pained expression on his face. Jinx frowned at this, wondering what troubled him so, anger bubbling up inside her that he had been keeping such a thing from her. Didn't he know she could help? She always wanted to help.
After a moment of seeming deliberation, Silco leaned forward, producing a tiny key from somewhere and fiddled with a locked drawer in his desk. Jinx shifted uncomfortably on the balls of her feet, straining to see what he was doing. There was a glimpse of pale blue satin, and she realized with a twisted feeling in her gut that Silco was holding a wadded up pair of panties in one hand. Her panties, she noted, an anxious spasm of electric energy vibrating through her entire body. Suddenly unable to breathe, she stayed completely still, watching with abject horror and growing fascination as Silco brought the fabric up to his face, breathing deeply with a shuddering sigh, before unbuckling his trousers.
With morbid fascination, Jinx peered through the grate as Silco began stroking his cock, head falling backwards to rest against his chair; staring up at the ceiling, Silco's good eye fluttered shut, while the changed one rolled into the back of his head, her powder-blue panties draped haphazardly over Silco's angular face. The room was so quiet and still, Jinx could hear the soft flesh-on-flesh noises as the man went about pleasuring himself, his breath hitching and coming out in short, pained gasps. These percussive sounds seemed to snap Jinx out of her shocked stupor, and she pushed reflexively away from the vent, clumsily knocking an elbow into the metallic shaft behind her.
Silco froze. He quickly snatched the underwear from his face, tossing it back into the drawer and kicking it shut. After hastily stuffing himself back into his pants, he reached smoothly for his gun, holding it ready to one side as his eyes scanned the room for signs of movement. Jinx had clasped her hands over her mouth to stop the fearful squeak that threatened to spill out as Silco began stepping lightly about the room. She didn't dare to move while he was on such high alert, her thoughts popping and fizzling with disjointed panic. Heart thudding in her throat, she watched in horror as Silco's dark boots came into view, his shadow passing over her face, casting it into darkness.
There was an audible click as Silco chambered a round, bringing the gun up to point at the wall where Jinx was hiding, before she squeaked out an audible, "Wait!!", causing him to freeze all over again. It took a moment's processing before he swiftly holstered the gun, tearing off the vent cover and reaching inside to drag Jinx roughly into the room, before she had a chance to shimmy her way back up the shaft. Immediately, she struggled against him, legs flailing as he slammed her violently against the stone floor. The back of her head hit the hard ground, causing a moment of blank confusion before the world bled back into existence. Silco's enraged face hovered above her while she clutched weakly at his arms, hands still clasped angrily around her clothing.
After a moment of recover, Jinx managed to sputter, "What the fuck!", struggling again as feeling returned to her body, before Silco placed a knee heavily into her solar plexus, effectively pinning her in place.
It seemed he didn't recognize her at first, before his scowl flickered, some of the wild intensity draining from his eyes. "What were you doing in there?" he hissed, giving her a small shake to punctuate the question. This only served to incense Jinx even more, her face contorting into a mask of rage, and she shoved Silco's heaving chest, though he didn't seem to notice.
"I could ask you the same question!" She spat, stopping just short of calling him a fucking pervert. His eye narrowed, searching her face for something, before he lifted her effortlessly up and tossed her rather carelessly against the metal wall. Jinx hunched over, sidling away from the man, while he pinched his brow in irritation, working to control his breathing. Jinx's eyes flicked to Silco's still undone belt, the way his hair fell messily out of place, and a strange churning sensation rolled through her stomach.
Feeling suddenly embarrassed, Jinx crossed her arms, glaring over at Silco, though his back was now turned to her. Her lips curled into a smirk that was almost a sneer, and she adopted a mocking tone, saying, "It's okay, you don't need to be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural." It was the same thing he had told her one night, near the beginning, when she had caught a glimpse of two strangers fucking in an alleyway they'd walked past together.
Silco whirled on her at that, striding forward to jab a warning finger into her chest, the force of it sending her stumbling back against the wall. He leaned in close, hissing a furious, "Don't test me, girl. Not today." The pair glared at one another, faces inches apart, before Silco spoke again. "Get out of here, if you know what's good for you, and don't let me catch you crawling around in those vents again." He deflated a little after that, turning to go with a tired sigh.
"Or what?" Jinx asked venomously. The words were on her lips before she even knew what she was saying. Silco seemed to stiffen, bending in on himself as he ran a shaking hand through his hair. For a moment, Jinx felt victorious, a spiteful grin slashing her face, and then he was on her.
She felt Silco's hand close around her throat like a vice, he squeezed for an instant, more as a warning, then tossed her casually across the room; she landed heavily on the hard floor. Before she could regain her bearings, Silco was straddling her, pinning each arm easily above her head. Her chest was heaving, both furious and flustered. For his part, Silco just smirked down at her, one eyebrow raised. "Had enough?" he asked, looking so smug that Jinx wanted to spit.
Despite the fear flushing her cheeks, Jinx looked coquettishly to one side, eyes flicking to fix on Silco's face. "I'd say it's not nearly enough." Why did she say that? Silco looked momentarily stunned, eyes searching her face, before he leaned forward to press a tentative kiss on her lips. His grip on her wrists slackened as she shyly parted her lips, kissing back and tilting her face up to allow better access. Her body felt like it was on fire, and she noticed with a jolt that Silco was trembling and nearly frozen above her. She reached a comforting hand out, first lightly touching his face with her fingertips, then running her fingers through his hair. His good eye closed with a sigh, but the mutated one continued to stare unblinking at her face.
Some of the tension was running out of Silco's body as Jinx continued running her fingers soothingly through his hair. After a moment she allowed her fingers to trail downwards, tracing over the lines of his clothing, then pulling at them, loosening and unbuttoning as she went. They reached the hem of his trousers, hesitating as she ran one hand across his already unbuckled belt. She glanced shyly up at Silco, whose eye opened slowly to gaze at her, something silent and primal passing between them in that instant.
Silco pushed up with one arm, rising above her and grasping both thighs in each hand, sliding Jinx towards him across the floor. Jolts of electricity snaked their way through Jinx's body wherever Silco touched her. He worked quickly, unbuckling her belts and tossing them aside, then gripping the waistband of her pants and sliding them down around her ankles. She suddenly felt terribly exposed, as the cool night air shivered against her bare bottom. One of her boots slipped off, freeing her legs, pants still dangling off one ankle. A shudder went through her then, the reality of the situation catching up to her all at once. She threw one arm over her face, hiding, a sob threatening to rise out of her throat any moment. Silco noticed, letting Jinx's legs slide gently to the floor before moving up beside her, hand brushing tentatively across her arm. This tenderness finally dislodged the trapped sob, a singular shaking sound that reverberated through her whole chest. Through a haze of tears, she peeked over her arm in Silco's direction, noticing with a start that his face was a mask of pain and worry.
Overwhelmed, Jinx threw herself at Silco, wrapping arms and legs around him tightly, clutching him desperately like a baby monkey. Relief flooded her instantly as he returned the hug, and the world melted away in that moment, until there was nothing, nothing at all, except the warm body, the steady heartbeat, and the strong arms encircling her.
She was the one to draw back, loosening her death grip and pushing gently away to better look at Silco's face. He, however, was pointedly avoiding her gaze, tension slowly seeping back into his lean muscles. Jinx frowned at that, feeling as though Silco was drifting away from her now, a demanding need to regain him flooding her body with frenetic energy. She kissed him roughly, rolling the rest of the way until he was flat on his back and she laid atop him, pressing clumsy kisses all over Silco's face. Her lips hovered a moment above the dark, mutated eye, breathing damp heat against it, before pressing soft kisses all the way down the textured scars, ending by burying her face in the crook of Silco's neck.
Breathing deeply the warm, spiced scent of him there, he started running a soothing hand up and down her back, producing pleasurable little shivers that worked their way up Jinx's spine and into her brain. She sighed quietly, melting against him, their bodies pressing together; Silco's hands began trailing down her back to glide gently across her naked rump, eliciting a whimper from Jinx, her hips reflexively grinding forwards and back, searching for more pressure, more sensation.
Her lips parted in a soundless moan and she pressed her mouth into the soft flesh of his throat, nipping and licking in mindless fever. This seemed to inflame Silco, as he raised his hips up while gripping her hips tightly to pull her down against him, rubbing his barely-contained erection roughly against her bare cunt. Jinx couldn't contain herself any longer; her back arched, head tilting back with a loud moan, braids flying back in a wide arc. Silco only ground against her harder, the cloth of his boxers surprisingly soft against her delicate pussy.
She rode him instinctively, two hands pressed into his clothed chest, drawing herself back and forth against his trapped cock until it finally popped free, rock hard and standing straight at attention against his flat stomach. Jinx hardly seemed to notice as her rocking motions became more desperate and disjointed. The feel of her bare wet heat grinding into him was almost too much; he was struggling to match her rhythm when she suddenly squealed, legs going rigid as she ground down viciously, the pressure exquisitely painful until he felt warm slickness running rivulets across his cock and soaking into his clothing.
Silco waited patiently while Jinx trembled above him, letting her hitched breathing return to something normal before he lifted her face in his hands, tilting it up so he could look at her. A smile spread across his face at what he found there; her eyes were heavy lidded, hazed over with heady pleasure. She was boneless, weightless- this wasn't her first taste of orgasm by any means, but there was something different about this one. Deeper, heavier. Silco gripped her hips and lifted, attempting to roll Jinx off of him, but her legs tightened suddenly, unwilling to be dislodged. He drew back a little, quirking an eyebrow questioningly at her where she stared up at him, face half buried in his chest.
Legs still tensely clutching at him, Jinx rose up again, stretching appreciatively while Silco watched beneath her, dark eyes drinking in the spectacle before him. She cracked one eye open to peer down at the man, enjoying immensely the look of rapture on his face before she shifted around, hand snaking between his legs to grip the base of his cock. Frigid fingers made Silco hiss, inhaling sharply, but his discomfort was short lived as Jinx alined the head of his cock against her opening. In one savage motion, she slid the length of him home, crying out just as Silco groaned, both of them shutting their eyes as they struggled to adjust to the intense pleasure.
Jinx was shivering as Silco came back to himself, head rolling around to gaze up at her. She was biting her lip, eyes glassy, and he reached one hand out towards her, worry flickering across his face that he'd hurt her. She let out a shaky breath as his fingers traced across her lips and whispered, "Please," in such a needy tone that Silco would have done anything, anything for her in that moment. She fell forward, laying heavily against him, clutching him desperately. "Please..." she mewled again, twisting the fabric in her hands, and Silco understood.
Sitting up slightly, Silco gripped Jinx's hips, giving an experimental thrust that was met with a shuddering moan, starting a slow rhythm that quickly seemed to frustrate Jinx as her hands twisted and tore at him until he increased the pace, cradling her as he pumped his cock deeply in and out of her dripping cunt. They rocked together, their pace steadily increasing as soft grunts escaped Silco's lips in time with his thrusting. Jinx was moaning, whining, and she hugged Silco's head towards her , whispering hotly in his ear, "Don't stop, don't stop..." The tone of it finally set Silco over the edge, he began pumping into her with reckless abandon, forgetting to care, all the rage and frustration and anger of the day pouring into her as his muscles snapped tight, one final thrust and he was cumming, pouring his seed deep inside her, floating, floating...
They lay there, panting, cum and sweat mixing and tickling skin. After a time their eyes met, curious, questioning, but whatever they found there was good and comfortable and right. More right than they'd ever known in this miserable world.
She woke later in her bed, carried, cleaned, and freshly clothed by Silco while she dozed, exhausted from their encounter. He had pressed a soft kiss on her brow before leaving, and later in the week he had a package delivered to her shop, with the supplies she needed along with an injector and vial. The note taped to it was in Silco's handwriting, explaining it's purpose was to prevent pregnancy, and a fresh one would be sent to her each month. Jinx lifted it, twirling the vial between her fingers with an eager grin as she imagined the next time.