disconeck

With a harsh shove, Jinx found herself stumbling as she entered her new home. Faintly, she could hear the jeers of enforcers, but they were drowned out by the sound of metal hitting metal and the twisting of keys that locked her in. Her eyes flickered from corner to corner, taking in her surroundings. It was a relatively spacious cell, and she found herself not really caring there wasn’t a bed or sink or toilet—those were reserved for people, and Jinx wasn’t a person but a monstrous thing. 

Knowing this fact, it was easy deciding where she wanted to hide away. One corner was absent of the lighting in the hall, as far from her guards as she could get, and perfectly fitting for a jinx. She found herself sitting down, facing one of the corner’s walls while leaning on the other, drawing her legs up and curling in on herself as her chest burned itself empty and her mind turned over the last few hours again and again and again. 

Helplessness was something Jinx had thought she’d gotten rid of within herself—working tirelessly to be the scary monster, the one who shouldn’t be tested because she would handle whichever sorry motherfucker that tried. Yet here she was once again, frozen where she stood with her eyes wide and mouth gaped.

In front of her was Caitlyn fucking Kiramman pressing down on Vi’s wound, trying to slow the bleeding while some dude who came out of absolutely nowhere was talking. Whatever he said was lost on Jinx as her eyes drifted up at the gaping hole in the ground and the dust that spun with the growing flames. Just a bit to the left and much closer to them is a helmet, and Jinx was screaming at her legs to move and collect it—the one piece of her baby left—but they refused. Distantly, someone called her name once, twice, and finally a third time as they yanked her arm.

Jinx looked down to Caitlyn who was yelling at her.

“—and your sister needs medical attention! Is there a doctor near here?” 

Vi looked so pained even while unconscious. The edges of her vision started blurring, and something wet was coating her cheeks. Her lips pulled back, and her eyebrows furrowed. How did she lose everyone in a split second? How did she—

“—JINX!” Caitlyn barked, commanding her attention away from Vi’s pitiful state. If Jinx didn’t know any better, she’d say Caitlyn looked scared, but that couldn’t be right. “A doctor. Is there one close by?”

It took her a second, maybe another too, before her question clicked. She shook her head and watched as Caitlyn’s eyes darted around. Another brief moment passed before Caitlyn opened her mouth again, “Jinx—Jinx, I need you to help me carry Vi. We need to get her to the Upper City. Can you do that?”

This time, Jinx found herself nodding, crouching down to help move her sister. They moved almost in sync, putting an arm under Vi’s to pull her up. 

“Okay,” Caitlyn muttered, eyes baring right into her own. “On the count of three, Jinx. One…two…three!”

It was almost laughable to Jinx—the whole fight, maybe even her whole life—how she somehow had gotten her entire family killed: her mom, her dad, Vander, Mylo and Claggor, Silco. Hell, she even got Benzo killed. If it wasn’t for her in the apartment, he wouldn’t have died. Another face popped into her head then, with dark skin and bright white hair, and Jinx’s blood went cold, closing her eyes as she tried shaking him from her thoughts.

The one that took his place was worse—far worse. Her brown hair splotched with blue dye, determined eyes baring into her soul, a finger-gun shooting at her. Jinx could feel her soul pouring out with her tears, a sense of longing that surpassed all else. Her baby was gone, turned to ash and scattered on dirt as though she was never there. She’d never feel her daughter’s warm skin against hers, never hold her world in her arms again. 

 It was all her fault, always had been. Her fault. Her fault. Her fault.

Cool handcuffs snapped close, digging through her gloves and itching her skin. Jinx didn’t really know what she expected to happen when she told Caitlyn she was done. Vi was getting treated by one of the best hospitals in Piltover, and without the urgency of getting Vi there, they both were at a loss.

A glance to her left revealed Caitlyn, now relieved of the duty of monitoring her, sat in one of the hospital chairs, leaning forward with her head in her hands. For all the shit she gave Vi about her sorta ex-girlfriend turned fascist dictator, Jinx couldn’t say Caitlyn didn’t care for Vi in her own fucked up way ‘cause, well, Jinx was the same. 

But Jinx’s love burned everyone. 

She shouldn’t be here. If she didn’t jinx her sister’s operation, she’d surely fuck something else up. Shit, her mere presence was already scaring off nurses and patients alike, who’d all scurried away from her. A small, deep part of her rejoiced in their fear, but it was smothered within the next second by the reminder of who wasn’t here to enjoy it with her. She wasn’t perfect like her dad said. If she was, he’d be alive; if she was, Isha would be too.