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"I'll Get It Right This Time" Chapter 2

Ok! Hey y'all!! Sorry it took me so long to upload the second chapter on here; been downloading all my data from TikTok so please bear with me while I migrate why whole entire platform (no matter how small it is) to another location!

If you haven't read Chapter 1 yet, Here is where you can find it.

Anyways Enjoy :3

CHAPTER II : The Loose Cannon

Powder would like to think she was a normal girl, thank you very much! She had everything she could ever want, her sister by her side, a roof over her head, friends she could hang out with (even though they don't want her around, but she won't admit it out loud), and the best friend any gal could ever ask for!

But she couldn't deny that sneaky little voice in her head; the one that wanted more from her life; the one that wanted to see the world and discover all the secrets and joys that lie outside of the bar; the one that saw everything that went on but never said anything until she was at her worst. She couldn't deny the utter need to be greater than what she was; she knew she had a purpose, her bombs proved it! (the voice in the back of her head disagreed but who was it to judge her?)

She sang a tune her mother used to sing to her under her breath as she worked on a new and improved bomb, she knew it would work this time, she swore it! It had to work, it just had to! She’d make Vi proud, she loved her inventions, she just knew it! Just as she was about to screw in the last bolt, she felt a tingle go up her spine.

Something happened…but she didn't know what.

Powder looked around in a blind panic, why did she feel so panicked? She hated not knowing things, usually she’d know what was happening, but she didn't; why did she feel so … so ANXIOUS? She didn't know why she felt this way; she wants it gone, gonegonegonegonegonegon-

She banged her hand against her head, tears streaming down her face. Why was she so overwhelmed with emotions? She has never felt this way before, why start now? She shook her head and let a small whimper escape; no no nonononononono-

She Screamed.

“Powder!”

_

She opened her eyes, it was blurry… blue was all she could recognize; it was such a pretty shade of blue, like the blue of the sky after a storm passes by. She liked that blue, but as her eyes adjusted, she knew she had to be dreaming, she had to be, because if she wasn't… how could she explain the scene in front of her? She was looking at a mirror and she saw herself… only…it wasn't.

What the fuck?

It seemed like the other version of her copied what she did, when she lifted a hand to her face, the other version did too; when she stuck her tongue out, so did the other Powder. She noticed little details about her, how her hair was braided like her mom, how her face grew out of the baby fat she knew she had, just how long her hair was (she preened at the length) and… most interestingly, her eyes.

Why were they Fushia? What the hell was going on?

'What happened to me?' Powder thought, her hand slowly reaching out to the reflection of herself, but it never touched. Before Powder's hand could reach the mirror, the reflection of herself screamed, and screamed, and screamed. All she could do was stare with fear and fascination; just what made her turn out like this?

It seemed like the reflection could hear what she was thinking because it smirked at her and thrusted her into a memory of sorts. It was nighttime, yet the whole street was filled with the light of a thousand suns; when she turned around, a building (warehouse?) was on fire and she got a sense of deja-vu, a deep, ingrained feeling of wrong. She tries to look away, but her body does not comply, instead; she sees herself, and she's smiling.

“Vi! It worked! Did you see me? My monkey bomb finally worked!”

Oh.

She looked towards the scene and back at the burning warehouse.

Oh.

...” You did this?” Powder watched as her future self fumbled and blabbered incoherent murmurings.

“I only wanted to help,” The words shot through her, and oh isn't it a sad sight, even when she tries to do good, she was always gonna be a Jinx .

“I told you to STAY AWAY!”

SMACK!

“WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?”

“BECAUSE YOU'RE A JINX , YOU HEAR ME, MYLO WAS RIGHT!”

The scene slowly faded away and Powder tried to soak up all she could from it, the smell of the fire, of death; the man hugging her body and murmuring seemingly words of comfort; the dead body of Vander-

Powder cried and heaved, but like always, she had nobody.

_

“She’s waking up! Pow-”

Powder (Jinx?) whined; couldn't they have let her sleep just a little longer?

“Pow Pow! Are you oka-”

God, wouldn't they let a girl sleep a couple minutes more? It wouldn't kill them now, would it? She’d have to sick Flame Chompers on em’-

What the hell are Chompers?

Her eyes shot open and immediately shot to her feet, startling the small group around her.

Where was she? She thought she abandoned this place when Silco died, she hadn’t stepped a foot in this place since the talk she had with Sevika in his office….so why-

As she looked around, she took note that it was livelier than it usually was, it felt warm, inviting almost. She laughed to herself, the bar almost seemed cleaner than normal, it felt like she was coming home after so very long. Gee, she hadn’t felt this way in over 7 years, not since Vi left-

“Powder! You shouldn't be whipping your head like that! We found you on the floor with a nosebleed!”

She paused.

Powder? But I haven't been Powder in a long-

“Pow, are you ok? Please just let us help you-” She could feel the presence of a hand getting closer and closer to her shoulder, she could feel all of her senses come alive screaming against the touch, but she paid them no mind. She wanted the hand to touch her, she dared it to touch her.

The second she felt their fingertips graze against her shirt, she grabbed their arm and hauled them over her shoulder (she didn't question how she could do it in this tiny form, maybe she would figure out the schematics later).

“Son of a-!”

THUD!

“POWDER, WHAT THE FUCK?” She heard Vi groan, her body slowly rocking back and forth on the floor. Powd-Jinx couldn't help but stare at her sister (enemy), her sister who hadn’t yet abandoned her, her sister who — up until this point — had been nothing but caring and protective and she couldn't muster up a single word, a simple sentence; all she could muster was a small, pathetic whimper. This is Vi, but this isn't her Vi. Her Vi hated her guts, her Vi had up until recently, wanted her for dead.

Vi slowly sat up at the small sound, her eyes widening as she saw a small, almost purple sheened tear slowly go down her sister's face.

“Hey… Powder it’s okay… it was just an accident; I can't be broken that easily. Are you okay? We walked into our room and saw you collapsed on the floor, we thought something bad happened to you, so we got Vander-” Vi looked off to her left; Jinx’ eyes followed Vi’s and saw (her dad) Vander standing there, his arms crossed in that oh-so-familiar pose, looking straight into Jinx’ eyes. “- to take a quick look at you. Everything seemed fine, but you started shaking and we didn't know what-” Vi stopped in her tracks and looked back at her sister; she couldn't help but feel as if something is off.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Pow?”

And. oh wasn't that a loaded question.

How can she feel okay when she just saw her future laid out for her on a silver platter, like she was on death row, and this was her grotesque final meal; how can she feel okay when she’s the cause of everything going wrong around her; how can she feel okay when she saw Isha-

Jinx (Powder? She didn't know anymore) let out a small sob, her arms wrapping around herself in an imitation of comfort she didn't need to simulate. Before her arms could fully wrap around herself, she felt the distinct rough hands of her sister pulling into one of her signature hugs, the kind where you didn't need to speak to say a thousand thoughts, the kind where you just melt into their arms and forget about the world, the kind where you can just be an open, wounded soul with no judgement, the kind that an older sister gives to her struggling, younger counterpart. And Jinx lets herself be a lost soul in her sister's arms, just this time.

She can get to being a big fat hero and effortlessly saving the future later, for now; she just wants to be a sister weeping into her big sisters' arms.