She'd Always Dreamed She Could Fly
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Authors note: OK, this is sad. You've been warned.
The day she was born, she had wings. The day she joined the H.I.V.E. her wings were clipped, her feet shackled to the ground. But she still dreamed she could fly. She tested her wings, they were broken. She tested her shackles, they held.
For she was no angel. She couldn't fly. Soon, she forgot of her wings, but she still dreamed of that moment of flight. The split second where nothing would control her. She dreamed of freedom.
Eventually, she lost her dream in reality. A warped, cruel reality, but reality nonetheless. She no longer dreamed of flying. She dreamed of winning. Of getting the respect she deserved. And her wings withered. Her soul weakened and her shackles strengthened.
For years, no one saw her wings. They were all blinded by the darkness she horded. Then, he saw her shattered wings hiding behind her crooked smile. Though they were hidden well. He never gave up hope for helping villains. They were the ones who needed the hope.
He told her she could be good but she didn't believe him. She'd forgotten how to believe. He didn't care. He offered to teach her, but she refused. She was blinded by her own darkness. By the mask she had created to ease the pain of losing her wings. Of losing her freedom and her dreams.
Eventually she was betrayed by her captors and her mask cracked. And she broke free of her shackles, ready to fly. However, her wings were still broken and her soul was still weak. He wanted to heal her but she thought she was free. And nothing would convince her otherwise. Until she tried to be a hero. It didn't take her long to dream of flight again. She dreamed of flying above the discrimination, above the disbelief. And above the lingering fear that she'd never fly.
He tried to help her, he really did. But they still looked down upon the flightless girl. She'd never be as good as them. They'd all been able to fly as long they could remember. She'd been unlucky, she'd been one of the shackled ones. Everyday she tested her strengthening wings, and everyday she came up short of her and their expectations. And then, she was shackled again.
This time to him. He helped her in her attempts to fly, he always encouraged her. But she was was always upset when she failed. He wanted her to succeed. He wanted her to fly.
Her new shackles helped strengthen her, helped her realize something. She wasn't going to fly. She was no bird, she couldn't soar. She was no angel, she couldn't fly. She was a cat. Doomed and blessed to live out her nine lives wishing for what could never be. Shackled to one who still believed her to be able to fly. To one who still hoped. The hope broke the shackles one day, and she saw what she had become so she decided she would would fly. That's why she stepped off the cliff.
The moment before she hit the bottom, she got her split second of flight. There was no control, no stress or fear. There wasn't any discrimination or disbelief. She was free from all her labels, all her years of darkness. As she flew, her wings were mended, and her soul was healed. Her flight was what she'd always dreamed of. But all joy is a double-edged sword. She was free to be the angel he knew she could have been.
When he told he she could fly, this wasn't what he meant. This wasn't his dream. He looked at the gravestone, tears glittering in his eyes as he read the inscribed words.
Here lies Jinx West.
Loving Mother and Wife.
Victim to both the Darkness and the Light.
"She'd always dreamed she could fly, and now she's soaring with the angels."
Author's Note: I started crying while I wrote this. I'm thinking of doing a sequel... From Kid Flash's point of view... Please review, it makes me very happy.