"I remember everything."
𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 || (always accepting) || @powerindex (Jinx)
The sound of her voice was one of many things Billy would never forget. How could he? It was one that was prevalent in his every day during an important time in his life; it held significance to him in several ways. Permanently indented within his mind, whether it was the more-often-than-not annoyed or irritated tone—understandably so—or one that was softer and neutral, or even mischievously fun just like the rest of the team during any array of antics.
She truly was one of the most important people in his life at that point, more than she probably knew—that is until she betrayed him and their team. So, when the familiar cadence and tone echoed off the surrounding walls and pierced his ears, it felt like he was lit on fire from the inside-out.
His head snapped towards the sound, shaded eyes immediately meeting the face that had both changed with the passing years and strangely remained as he once knew. "Jinx." Not questioned, stated, said aloud just to confirm that he knew and damn-well remembered too. A jumbled rush of differing emotions poured into the pit of his stomach, anger quickly leading the pack as the blood in his veins began to boil.
What an uncomfortable awakening of past memories and hurt that Billy didn't anticipate to ever happen, since he never expected to see her again after that last day years ago. He had always wondered if he would want to, though with seething anger currently at the forefront of his being, the answer at the moment was a clear no.
"Yeah, I fuckin' bet. Hope rememberin' has been doin' nothin' but hurtin' ya all these years like it has been with me." Words were barked out, slick with a venom the duplicator very seldom possessed, but Jinx's sudden appearance made something snap inside of him.
Clearly the sixteen-year-old who was betrayed by her, someone who he cared for more than she knew—followed by being frozen for months, only to then be freed and end up completely alone—had never actually healed. The pain had just been pushed back deep into the depths of his mind like the rest of his bad memories, collecting dust as a once in a while tinge of hurt radiated outward from it in random remembrance.
Cowl and shades are ripped off; he already felt like he was suffocating and he barely spoke to her. Too much to say. It was quickly becoming overwhelming as he could feel himself wanting to yell out whatever decided to drop down from his mind to his vocal chords.
"Hope it's been nothin' but r'gret n' feelin' real goddamn bad 'cause whatcha did was total betrayal. N' it seemed so fuckin' easy for ya too, as if ya never actually cared." It wasn't just anger, but ache that vibrated in his throat as years of pushing this all down flooded back to the surface. He just wanted her to hear it all, let her feel what he'd be dealing with.
"We trusted you." Each of the words were said slowly, a bitter bite to each syllable spewed. "N' ya just completely turned on us. Didn't give us a damn chance. Ya just thought a' y'self n' ran off while we ended up frozen for months. N' now ya here, years later, boldly thinkin' that I actually wanna see ya n' give ya any sorta time a' day."
And yet, despite it all, one of those feelings buried beneath the rage was one of missing her, of missing that life and everything that came with it. But that was buried for a reason, felt as if it were background noise, like the ringing currently in his ears. Though seeing her now after so long stirred that, and more, back up from dormancy, that of which he could feel the repercussions of start to pile up. What a doomed feeling.
"Don't even know if I wanna hear whatcha have ta say. Don't even know if I fuckin' care no more." Yes, he does.
