3 - Jinx

There was only the sound of settling dust. No voices, no screams, no grunts. Nothing humane. My breathing stood out in the silence. Inhale, exhale. On my next exhale, sharp pain passed across my spine. My back was aching miserably as it was pressing on the wood behind me. I grunted and sighed as I pulled away.

Eyelids laid heavily on my pupils. There was a thin layer of moisture in my waterline and was noticeably uncomfortable as it was absorbed with dust particles. Gradually, I lifted my eyelids, seeing a blurry image of a man laying unconscious in front of me. That was a relief. But... Sarah. Where was Sarah?

The slurry in my eyes abruptly ceased to bother me as my eyelids shot up. Glancing left and right, I found Sarah laying on her side in the other end of the room. Without thinking, I darted in her direction, ignoring the agonizing pain in my back. 

"Sarah?" I pulled on her shoulder, laying her on her back. I pictured the left side of her face sliding across the coarse hardwood as I examined the blood stain scratch across her face. Blood had spread across her entire middle from the previous wound. 

"Sarah!" I called out again, louder, as I grabbed the bandana laying by the man and wrapped it tightly across her middle in hopes to stop the bleeding. There was no answer. I hovered my ear over her chest and gratefully heard a slow, but steady beat. Alive. I shook her to wake her.

I exhaled in relief as she opened her eyes, just enough to see me. She coughed, wincing of pain. I reached my hands for her, cupping her cheeks. I felt large tears race down my face. She coughed again, but instead of air, came out blood. I stared in horror and confusion. She started to reach for her chest, but I acted quicker than her. Zipping open her jacket I saw massive sore right below her heart, gushing of blood. That's why there is so much blood! I immediately zipped her jacket back and pressed firmly against the wound. No, no! This can't be!

"You're going to be fine Sarah... ah... breathe and... I'll get help and..." I rambled, panicked, looking around the room, searching for anything that could come in handy.

"Jinx..." she finally said. My insides twisted when I heard her voice. It was between a squeal and a whisper. I leaned in closer to hear her better. "Don't... do anything, just..." I listened carefully as she struggled to speak. The pain in my chest grew heavier and heavier with every word her mouth released.

Her breathing slowed. A little longer and she would suffocate on her own blood. I let out an exasperated sigh. Not now, not today, please!

"I love you," She said.

Her words embraced me, surrounding every cell of my body with a warmth that, if visible, would look like a godly, golden light. I could only dream of hearing these words, and they were finally there for me to hold, caress, and eternally safekeep. Every wave and vibration of her voice was engraved in the deepest crevices of my brain. I could almost feel the neurons coming together in excess to guard this memory. There was one who loved Jinx; who loved me for me. And she was now dying.

"But... can you promise me one thing?" She closed her eyes, then forced them open. "Live your life and not your pain, sis, will you?" Last breath. She was gone. My family disappeared once again.

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I was holding on to the steering wheel the best I possibly could, but the wind was too strong. The fog was also bitching me around (I couldn't see past 10 feet), and the airship was playing with my nerves. Kept flying up and down, left and right. "Won't fly where you want me to!" I rolled my eyes in annoyance. The airship was nearing a mountain. What a lovely surprise. I pulled the wheel to fly higher and it obviously didn't budge, I don't even know why I tried. As I got closer and the fog faded, I realized that it wasn't a mountain. It was another ship. A water ship. What business did a water ship have not on water?

Now, being tremendously close to a crash, I coiled my arms around my head for protection and waited for a fun little earthquake, which came soon after. After the ship crashed and steadied, I heightened my senses to observe the environment. No one was around and I couldn't care less. People sucked anyways.

Upset at this fumbling in my plans, I ragefully screamed and kicked and groaned at the outcome. As I usually do in any disliked outcome. And guess what? You'll never guess... it started to fucking rain! Woohoo! The gods sure do love me.

I was tired, annoyed, careless. So I just sat down, soaking there in the rain. 

I sat for a while, unbothered, until a shadow ran through the fog. It waked me up from my sappy moment. Taking out my pistol, I took the gemstone out to charge the gun. Didn't think I would hesitate, I loved that bright crystal, but something about it looked uncanny this time. This thing turned Piltover upside down, killed people, drove enforcers nuts... yeah, I guess it was fun to play with it there, but I was here now. Wherever "here" was. If this thing was what ruined my life maybe it's best I don't touch it again. So I put it away, looked at my pistol. I sighed. What was I doing, trying to make a new name for myself when looking at a pistol that didn't shine of blue bored me to death? Ugh.

The shadow came closer. I didn't care. Started to resemble a woman. Didn't care. A pop of color came up. Redhead. Maybe I cared a little. Just a tiny bit. But it made me mad. I ran away from a redhead to meet another. Haha, funny.

Deranged, I stood up and saw the woman better. A pirate maybe? I noticed her pistols. They kind of looked like mine. Interesting.

"Hey, you!" I yelled. "You know what they say about redheads? Pretty, clever, smart, demure. And you know what they say about blue hair? Nothing. They don't  matter, they don't exist, they're psycho. Now put the two together, and make them sisters. Just imagine. Your clever ass can do that, right?"

The woman-pirate shifted her stance to a relaxed one. What was so calming about what I just said?

"Then kill off their parents, and their second father. Then revive him and, as if that was not enough, force them to kill him... again!" I could not believe that this was my life. The gods really, really loved me.

I just kept going. I couldn't stop. The woman just stood and listened to my fuck up of a story as if she had nothing better to do. If I were her, I would probably shoot me by now. Every event I recited, was a bullet after a bullet after a bullet. Such strong sorrow rushed over me that I collapsed, releasing deep and heavy cries. The woman came up really close and my instincts took over me. I pointed my pistol straight at her.

"Don't you dare touch me." I cried in despair. She paused. Crouched and put down both of her guns and presented her hands to me, proving they're clear. Suddenly, she kneeled down in front of me, stared into my eyes and embraced me. I let her. Tears gushed out of my eyes.

"You'll be okay." She reassured.

And now that woman was dead. My true, big sister.

I've been through this before. Not once. But the rage was just as strong as all those other times. 

While staring at the man responsible, I carved the gemstone out of of my pistol and replaced it with bullets, shooting every single one at him. Didn't even leave one behind. I suddenly felt my eyes burning. Unbearably. I rubbed them, and blinked, then rubbed again. No change. Running to the sink, I splashed water on my face and looked in the mirror. 

It's been years since I've seen this face, but recognized it nonetheless. The only difference was that my eyes were electric pink. Feels nice to be back, huh, old friends?

Distant footsteps took me out of the self-centered, mirror talk. I pretty much sprained my eyes rolling them. I wasn't in the mood to beat their asses, so I needed to be quick. As I was planning an escape route, my focus shifted to the gemstones. One was with me but I had to find the other one.

I searched around the room. Behind and under wood boards and furniture, in the big guy's armor... footsteps were getting louder. Think think think.

Stopping for a moment, I examined the room for blue. I let my eyes drift to Sarah. I brought my hand to my chest to ease the pain of her sight, but, to my surprise, there was blue light shining through the cracks of her fist. Uncurling her fingers, the gemstone laid in her palm, as mesmerizing as always. A tear rolled down my cheek in recognition of her consideration and sacrifice.

The footsteps were so close I could now easily distinguish that there were more than two- maybe even more than three pairs of nasty feet out there. They stopped when they reached exceedingly close. Probably noticed the shattered door. I thought. They whispered among themselves, deciding what to do. These guys were sure slow as snails.

By the time they finally entered, I was gone. They'd never find me now. In fact, Bilgewater would never see my blue braids again.

A/N: One more chapter dOne~ fwef, this one was kind hard to write, not gonna lie. Jinx was so funny and unhinged in season two, I wanted the match that vibe buttttt, it turned out eh. Anyways, as promised, no more bilGeWatEr. Nuh uh. This is kinda the end of the backstory here, so see ya in Zaun for the next one :)

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