A Dazzling Guide Towards Vengeance.

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞.

People who walked down the wide street looked at you as you used your elbow to break the glass of a black convertible Mercedes.

You ignored a man who judged you with his eyes as you ripped out the remaining glasses to enter. You hotwired the car, the ceiling opening the moment you pushed a button.

Zaun might not be the prettiest place on earth, but the way every single ad and sign lightened the streets was magical.

You placed both your hands on the steering wheel as you began to drive. Someone, who probably was the owner of the Mercedes, screamed and chased after the car until you threw a case that contained CDs towards the sidewalk.

A song that could fit any Quentin Tarantino action scene played on the car radio, but you were already immersed in your thoughts.

Driving for minutes, you had been feeling her by your side, right on the passenger seat, with you, on your way to an adventure —as she would've called it. But clearly, she wasn't really there. She was dead and you were doing this for her.

You avoided looking towards the seat next to you to impede yourself from coming back to reality.

"You were so fucking stupid." Your hands gripped the steering wheel harder, your jaw tightened. Deep down, you knew she didn't tell you because you wouldn't have let her go. Your father's death was not worth revenge, but your sister's pure heart never seemed to understand he wouldn't have changed. He did not want you two. To him, you were products he had trained to obtain whatever he felt like having.

Perhaps, if you had listened to her whenever she tried to talk you into not hating him, she would've asked you to go kill whoever murdered him. Or at least, she would've told you. Perhaps, she wouldn't be dead.

All you had managed to get from your father's former foolish workers was a description that happened to perfectly match with Powder.

At first, you were in denial. At first, you tried to send someone to that cell —which had her last name— so they would kill her. But it could've been Violet, so you decided to let whoever went check.

Finally, you accepted it, and now you had come back to Zaun so you could do the job yourself.

You needed to find Powder and force her to explain what had happened. One lie, one tooth less —torture you found kind of fascinating since you watched Oldboy.

The Zaun and the Piltover you knew weren't huge. It wouldn't take you more than two days to achieve your goal, but you were starving.

Not more than a minute away from the highway entrance, you glanced twice towards a snack store that hadn't closed yet —just like every place in the very nigh-living city of Zaun. 

You entered to grab some soda and chips. The quiet seller didn't even have a chance to calculate the price when you threw a couple of solid coins —which you had found in the car— on the counter.

As soon as you exited, the first thing you saw was someone running away from the Mercedes, crossing the wide road horizontally, cars beeping.

You ignored this, unbothered as you opened the bag of chips and jumped into the open car.

Somebody stole your car radio and now you just sat in silence. In silence; driving down the highway, absorbed in your mind's infinite, loud and intelligible thoughts —until you heard yourself loudly chew a chip, something very unusual on you knowing that kind of sound made you anxious.

Well, it wasn't you. Violet sat to your right, on the front passenger seat.

You furrowed your brows, confused and surprised, the car slightly going out of the lane.