Back Stabber Vi x FemOC [Rewriting]

Piltover Shenanigans

Blood, it was was everywhere, coating the floor and bodies strewn about a wreckage of burning piles of wood. The little Lavender haired girl let out a wail at the sight of her brother, laying dead eyes open gazing into the void. " Graham!" she cried dropping to her knees shaking the body. "Please! get up, mom and gran-gran are gone! Please!" Warm tears rushed down her face making it hard to see. The girl frowned when her brother didn't move or even look at her. Her face fell into one of agony as she crashed onto the body, her hands clutching the burnt fabric of a shirt between her hands. A spark of light made it to the crying figures eyes, she pitifully lifted her head up and looked to the source. The gemstone shined even with the air being thick with smoke and ash. She attentively untied the necklace from her brothers charred skin, her fingers shook violently and her cries rocked her body with an erratic rhythm. Once the necklace was free the little girl clutched it with vigor. "I promise, Graham, I will always remember you." and with that she forced her feet to walk away through the burning pillars leaving everything she ever loved, but, that necklace behind.

BANG

Voraati was knocked out of her day dream with a shock. Feeling on her neck the gemstone she kept her whole life, rubbing the smooth gem between her fingers. Looking over her shoulder she realized where she was and tried to calm her thumbing heart by placing a trembling hand over her chest.

"Animals" Mylo grunted.

From what she could gather Vi was the one to cause the ear throbbing noise, that knocked her from her day dream. With the doors pushed to their limits and Mylo gawking inside whilst kneeling in the door frame, eye level to the golden locks on said doors. It wasn't so hard to put two and two together, they were planning on robbing some rich snob today who probably didn't even think about the people of the Undercity a day in their life. It seemed only fitting to take from the rich to give to the poor, a tale as old as time some might say.

Finally taking a peek in the room Voraati gasped. The floor was polished and white not a single foot scruff could be seen in the reflection of it. Light peering in through the window that couldn't be opened but still captured the beauty of the city of Piltover. There were papers and artifacts strew about the place, every inch of desk and shelf were covered in valuables and knowledge their minds couldn't comprehend.

Following Vi to the shelf in the corner of the room, she ran her finger along the spines of the books wondering in her mind what they could all contain and what she could learn. Picking up one of the books that laid on its side away from the rest she began to try and read it, but to no avail as it was filled with letters and drawings of things she had never seen before. Quickly closing the book in frustration and pushing it into a gap between a few books, she wandered to the very large desk which took up almost a quarter of the lavish room.

"You know what, Claggor, for once you're right. We are definitely not supposed to be here." Mylo spoke filling the quiet room with noise once again. However the group fell into silence once again as they started collecting valuable objects and filling the one bag they brought with them.

Voraati noticed Vi holding an abstractly shaped object staring at a calk board. Curiously looking over at her and walking towards Vi she asked,

"What are you looking at Vi?"

Vi turned a little startled not expecting her friend to be so close.

"I have no idea, the person here must be an inventor, all I see are scribbles. Why did you want to know? Sad I wasn't looking are your pretty face?" She shot back watching as the girl standing so close became flustered.