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Jinx took a shallow breath as she stared into Ekko’s wide eyes. Her hands were trailing to the trigger of the bomb in her hand. Oh wasn’t this familiar everything always ended this way for her . Everyone that got close to her died . That was probably why Ekko was looking at her with such fear in his eyes. No he wasn’t scared for her, he was scared of her because this situation they found themselves in was a mirror image to what happened on the bridge , when she pulled the trigger that almost killed them. People should really listen to her namesake more because thats what she was a Jinx. To everyone.
With a thin teary eyed smile she did it . Pulled the trigger one last time.
“NOOO” Ekko screamed. Launching himself at her like the missile she launched to destroy the council.
But it was two late. The last thing Jinx seen was a clash of orange. Blue and pink?
This was is it , she never escaped it . The jinx . There’s no good version of her.
Why didn’t she die! Was her first thought. Wooziness filled her stomach.
Jinx’s vision was clouded with dust from the explosion. But she was almost a hundred percent sure a healthy version of herself was standing right in-font of her . Nice job illusions, a nice sick trick.
A scream was getting ready to escape her throat but then the unexpected happened.
“Finally! It worked ! “ her mirror exclaimed
“Hello me.”