Chapter 638: Enforcer

Walking casually along, she was getting looks from all over. Shock and awe primarily. She wasn’t surprised by this. Considering the condition she was in and her sudden disappearance, she would wager that she was presumed dead.

Jinx shrugged her shoulders at this. If anything, returning from death would make her seem even more badass to everyone here and that is what she needed for her job. Eventually as she got deeper into the gang territory and she wasn’t surrounded only by the meat shields, someone in the middle of the pack finally came up and walked beside her.

" Fuck Jinx, is that a hole in your head? The reports must have exaggerated your condition, they said your whole face was gone by the time they got to you." The man said, causing Jinx to cackle.

"Oh please, how could anyone survive that? And besides, it’s not like you also don’t have eleven holes in your head." She said casually. The man then looked at her confused and began counting his nostrils, mouth, eyes and ear holes. "Actually Jinx, I only have sev-gaaa!"

The side of the man’s face was then penetrated by four pink gauntleted fingers. Jinx tutted as she wiggled pride around inside the man’s head, keeping him aloft with just her fingers. "Tut. Gone only a few days and grunts think they can suck up to me? Don’t worry, I took that pride of successfully talking to me away from you. Hehe."

When she removed her gauntlet from the man’s head, he dropped to the floor, like a puppet with its strings cut. As she licked her gauntlet clean, she looked around at the onlookers, who hastily began acting busy as can be.

She didn’t blame the man for trying what he did. She could have been severely weakened with this hole in her head and might have capitalised on getting close to her, perhaps even protect her if she was too injured, but he was just in the right place at the right time for Jinx to put on a display.

The news of Jinx being back and doing casual murder, Jinx things, circled fast and before long she was summoned by Fume.

Jinx walked into Timmy’s’ bedroom casually. She had only been here a couple of times before when the old geezer had tried to convince her to join in on a sex romp. She always declined, he would always nut mid convo, same old same old. But one thing that had changed was.

"Hmm, not chilly for once. He is in that bad a way?" Fume turned away from her man on the bed towards Jinx and the moment she did her eyes went wide. "How the? What? But you..." Fume made a hand gesture waving over her face, expressing her shock as she compared Jinx from just a few days ago to now.

"I told you girly, I am built differently." Jinx said with pep and stuck her tongue out cutely. Fume opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a billow of smoke as she was rendered speechless. It was more the cute tongue poke than the fact that her face and arm had regrown that left her speechless. The latter was more expected, Jinx was known for some crazy shit.

Eventually she managed to speak again. "Where did you go after I went to help Timmy?"

Jinx walked forward to look at Timmy closer, his body looked decrepit with skin grafts from different people covering his body. "Meh, at least he still has his dick, that’s good for you." Jinx muttered before replying to Fume’s question.

"I went to my hidey hole, I didn’t want you cunt bags pampering me as I recovered, as lets face it. I had a better chance of dying here than on my own. Still not fully healed, shit ton of internal injuries, that Talos packed a punch let me tell you. And of course, you can see the hole in my skull. It’s not that noticeable, right?" Jinx said with a sick smile, leaning down towards Fume so she could have a proper look.

Fume closed her eyes and looked away from the hole. She sees brains all the time, but they are usually scattered on the floor. Not still upright and controlling their meat suit. It left her feeling incredibly sick.

"Wanna touch it? It feels soft and squishy." Jinx smirked, pressing her head up against Fume. "Jinx stop, I’m going to be sick and please don’t touch your brain, you could cause damage."

Jinx pulled her head back and scoffed. She already had brain damage from Talos’ beat down, but it’s all fixed now... Mostly.

"Alright, I get it, you aren’t in a cheery mood with your bae being all patchwork nightmare. If I saw my Apollo like that, I would lose my shit so I get it." Fume turned to Jinx and frowned in confusion. "You still pining for that noble guy? Isn’t he like, gone?"

"Hey! I take offense to that! I love hard and fuck harder. That ’guy’ is mine. Some distance and a shitty Psionic college isn’t getting between us. When he comes back, I’ll sneak over to Sophia’s territory again and fuck his brains out. I’ll wrap around him so tight that he won’t be able to separate from me ever again..."

Fume didn’t know what was scarier at this moment. Jinx in the midst of a battle, overcome by a rage, or her talking about fucking a guy with that mental look in her eye.

Jinx then stopped thinking about Apollo before she ruined her panties and looked back down at Timmy. "He woke up at all yet?"

Fume nodded her head. "Yes, a couple of times. His vitals are stable, but... He keeps talking about failing... Something."

Jinx tilted her head in confusion and then quickly tilted to the other side as she feared her brain falling out. "Failing something? Like an objective? We won the war?" She asked. Fume shook her head and replied.

"No, not an objective. It’s like he is talking about something. Like an individual."

Jinx suddenly felt mama’s attention deepen in her head and gave her some lines to spout. "An individual? Like an alien?"

Fume shook her head. "I don’t know? Maybe? But I have a bad feeling. He keeps mumbling about concepts and death. I am worried about him."

"Hmmm. Has he mentioned his Psionics at all?" Jinx said like she was just casually asking, but Sophia was practically freaking out at the implication of ’concepts’ if her thinking was similar to Apollo’s little friend...

Fume shook her head and let out a breath of smoke. "I don’t know... Maybe? That is not important right now. This is." Fume reached between her cleavage and pulled out a scroll with a wax stamp on it and passed it to Jinx.

"A fucking scroll?" Jinx asked, bewildered and looked at Timmy. ’By Apollo this guy is old as fuck. A fucking scroll! Hahaha!’

"Open it. I also got one. They were in his personal stash and that one is for you." Fume explained.

Jinx opened the scroll and began reading the hysterically cursive Spartari writing. Her humour quickly disappeared however as she read the contents in its entirety before looking up at Fume. "What is he? A retard?"

Fume’s eyes went wide as she instinctively looked at White Death. "W-What? No, of course he isn’t."

"Then why would he name me acting leader till he wakes up? I am not cut out for leading. Have you met me? I am fucking cuckoo! I am a soldier, not a leader. I love fucking shit up and letting the higher ups deal with the consequences. I am not the one to deal with the consequences!"

Jinx was irate, she hated busy work and was going to protest constantly, despite mummy in the back of her mind feeding her all the information she needed for this to work in the cult’s best interest.

Fume then pulled out her own scroll and handed it over to Jinx. "He said he only trusts you for temporary leadership because of that exact reason. You are less likely to usurp him when he wakes up permanently as he knows you will hate this. Honestly, Jinx, I think he trusts you more than me and the others because you haven’t submitted to him like we have."

Jinx groaned in annoyance. This was ass. "But I don’t wanna!" She moaned like she was a child. She was speaking both to Fume and Sophia at this point.

Fume then stood up from her seat and walked over to Jinx, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Look. We don’t need you to be a tactician. The war is over. We don’t need complex strategies and war supply lines. All the logistics and keeping the camps running, The girls and I will handle that, What we need from you is the fear you evoke. What we need from you right now is not a tactician, but an enforcer to keep the others with ambitions in line. There are already rumors about gangs wanting to splinter off and take the opportunity of Timmy being injured, but we cannot allow that. That would make us look weak."

Fume then paused for dramatic effect before finally adding.

"We need someone that will have people shitting themselves if they look in their direction. And for that, there is no one better than you."