“Damn it,” Becca muttered, looking at her bleeding wrist.
“Did I cut you?”
“Shut up Hex!”
sagte villain laughed. He walked over to her calmly, grabbing her wrist.
“It's not to deep, birdie. Du should heal.”
“Let me go,” Becca hissed.
“As Du wish.”
Hex released her, blasting her with red energy. Becca screamed, falling over the edge of the building. She grabbed hold of the edge, steadying herself. She looked up. Hex was calmly standing over her.
“Well that's not safe, sicher at all. Then again, you're a bird. Let's see Du fly.”
Another wave of red energy hit her, and Becca's hands slipped. She started falling and she closed her eyes. Pleasework, pleasework, pleasework, pleasework! Blue mist surrounded her and Becca was instantly on the roof. Yes!
“Huh. Your magic still works. Even after I've hexed you. Interesting.”
Becca ducked another blast, tumbling behind a large vent. She caught her breath, waiting. Her nose started bleeding. Damn. Becca moved as another blast came after her. She tripped and fell as she was hit. Hex stood over her, his hands generating red energy.
“Any last words, birdie? oder do want this to be quick?”
Before Becca could open her mouth, Hex started shaking, electric currents running throughout his entire frame. He fell to the ground, revealing a boy with orange hair and deep blue eyes.
“Wow. Sparrow is not a good nickname for you. Change it to swan.”
“Why?” Becca asked.
“Cause they are prized birds. Du are a prized hero.”
“I'm no hero.”
“Whatever. Still, change Du name...”
Becca sat up in bad, eyes wide. She looked around, panting.
“Huh. It was only a dream.”
Becca pulled her knees up, looking out her window. Rain poured down and lightning flashed. She screeched when she saw a face. A Sekunde later, it was gone. Becca put a hand to her heart, trying to steady her breathing. She got out of bett and went to the bathroom. She stood at the sink, splashing cold water on her face. She used the towel to try it and then looked in the mirror. She screamed again, seeing the face from her window. She threw a dagger at it, shattering the mirror. Becca gasped, running to her closet. She pulled her costume out from the back and dressed quickly. She put on her trench coat, adding a few extra supplies in her pockets. She quickly brushed her hair, putting them in their usual pony tails.
“I got to get a haircut,” she muttered, slipping on her boots.
Becca exited her apartment, leaving the key in the same place she'd been hiding it. She put a manila envelope on her landlord's schreibtisch and left. She walked in the streets, heading out of Gotham.