Page 1 of Reckless: Collision
Prologue
Jinx
There’sa freedom in taunting the call of the void. You know that little voice that whispers in the back of your head to jump.
To free fall.
To just fucking do it.
Do it. Do it. Do it.
The mantra pulses with my heartbeat as I spread my arms wide. Wind whips through my hair, each gust like icy fingers counting the seconds until I break. One. Two. Three. Four.
I close my eyes, just feeling it. The wind, the freedom, the call.
It whispers to me in the recesses of my mind, a siren song of oblivion. Sweet. Seductive. Mine.
Jump.
Adrenaline surges through me, a chemical cocktail that sets every nerve ending on fire. The warning in my stomach mutates into something darker—butterflies with razor wings, shredding me from the inside out. Their sharp edges match the fragments of my mind—jagged pieces that never quite fit back together.
Beneath it all, a deeper, darker urge stirs. The Alpha in me, caged and rabid, howling for release. Begging to hunt. To claim. To destroy.
My eyes snap open to the city beneath me.
Puritan City. A fucking cesspool I’m supposed to protect.
The streets stretch out like veins, pulsing with life I should guard but want to tear apart. Each heartbeat below calls to the predator inside me. Prey, all of them. Waiting for someone strong enough to make them bleed.
Ant-like figures scurry about, oblivious to the broken Alpha teetering on the edge above them. They don’t know how close they are to death. How thin the line is between safety and chaos. Between control and... me.
For a brief, sinister moment, I wonder what would happen if I just let go. Let the beast inside me break free, one last time.
I’d rain down on them like the wrath of a fallen god.
Shatter into a thousand jagged pieces of Jinx, spreading chaos and destruction in my wake.
Alpha fury unleashed, a final blaze of glory.
A laugh escapes my lips, harsh and feral, more snarl than anything human. The sound echoes in my head, a chorus of broken pieces all laughing together.
I could do it.
I lick my lips, tasting salt and copper, and grip the edge of the roof. The rough concrete bites into my palms, an anchor to reality. I want to jump. Need to jump.
End it. Right here, right now.
Just feel the end.
But I don’t.
I won’t.
Not yet at least.
Soon, the darkness whispers.Soon.
With a deep breath that burns my lungs like wildfire, I push the call of the void deep into the dark recesses of my mind. Those sinister places I keep locked up tight, a Pandora’s box of fucked-up thoughts and feral instincts.
