The Piltovian Mafia (Arcane fan fiction)

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⚠️Slight gore⚠️
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Caitlyn remembered their faces. The evil smiles and the evil eyes. She caught herself in the basic Piltover traffic. That was when she saw it. She saw a face she recognized. The thin guy with blonde hair. She remembered his name being Deckard.

She pulled off into a parallel parking spot and quickly grabbed her crossbow and switch blade. She got out of the car, slamming the door and putting her hood on over her head. She walked down the alley way where she saw him pulled at a little girl's blue hair. She was kicking and screaming for help.

Once she got at a good angle, she aimed her crossbow and sent an arrow plunging into his back. He yelped in pain and let the girl go, letting her run off. He turned to see that Caitlyn was taking her hood off and walking closer to him. He collapsed into the wall and slid down, groaning in pain.

"Remember me?" Caitlyn asked holding her switch blade up to his throat.

He coughed up a little blood before looking a little closer into Caitlyn's cold blue eyes. He began to visibly shake in fear. "You..." he choked up.

"Me. You seem to have the same spineless foolishness as I remembered."

"I-I don't work for Silco anymore-!"

"I didn't ask if you worked for him! Working for him or not, I am the last person you will ever see. The last person you will hurt and the last person's life you will ruin." She realized she had tears in her eyes. "I hope you will be reincarnated as a worm."

Before Deckard could say anything, Caitlyn removed the Ruger LCP II from her back pocket, twisted it around her finger and shot him directly in between his eyes. She found the little girl he was bothering peeking around the corner and looking at the whole thing.

Caitlyn immediately felt her heart drop. She remembered when she was at that age watching her family be killed around her. She had only had a quarter of her revenge finished and she was already regretting it.

Once she and the girl locked eyes, the little girl ran off. Caitlyn looked back at where the girl was once standing, then back at the corpse in front of her. Then she remembered the person that corpse once was. All of the lives he probably helped ruin besides her own. She had a reason. Maybe if she hadn't have noticed Deckard in enough time, he could've killed that little girl. Caitlyn needed a drink.

The smartest person that Caitlyn knew was Marcus Du Couteau. She was too young to know how smart her parents were, so he was the smartest she knew. He taught her how to get by with a lot. The main thing he taught her was how to get away with murder. You think about people that no one will probably miss. Easier targets. He also taught her how to get by with a fake ID into bars and VIP clubs. Those were major spots that targets would take place in. Probably trying to get girls to follow them back home or just having the most unimportant conversations.

Maybe the specific bar that Caitlyn was walking into was a mistake. She ordered a vodka, had the bartender check her ID and proceeded to take small sips of the spicy drink.

"I thought you had to head back home." A familiar voice spoke. Vi leaned on the bar as Caitlyn gave her a death glare.

"No, change of plans." Caitlyn said, which wasn't wrong. She had planned to go back home, but she had a change of plans. "Honestly, if I had the clothes with me, I would stay the night here."

"There's clothing stores..." Vi mumbled.

"Yes, but I only brought money for the diner. Not for clothes..."

Vi watched Caitlyn take a few more sips of her vodka. Good time for a sarcastic remark. "You're too young to be drinking that." She stated as Caitlyn gave her another death glare.

"You're too young to be working behind a bar." Caitlyn retorted, taking another sip of her drink.

"Definitely didn't expect you to drink vodka of all things."

"It tastes like spicy nail polish remover... I'm not quite sure why I drink it."

"Fireball is worse in my opinion, but you have yours."

"I hate cinnamon, so I agree."

Suddenly, a large older man walked in from the back. He was drying his hands with a dirty white dish rag. He tossed it to the side and walked over to check on Vi. "Everything alright out here?" He asked.

"Yeah, just making conversation with a new visitor." Vi said as she wiped a little bit of dust off her shoulder.

"You look quite young, don't you?"

"She's already been carded."

"Well, I suppose I can't tell you what you can't drink if I don't have proof you're underage."

"I just wanted one." Caitlyn said as she finished the last few sips of her drink.

"I believe you. You look like you have work to get back to."

Suddenly, a little blue haired girl walked down the stairs next to the bar. Caitlyn immediately recognized her and they both froze. "Powder, is there something wrong?" Vi asked.

"Mylo hit me..." The little girl, Powder said, rubbing her cheek.

"Where is he?" Vi demanded as her father placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Vi, you man the bar." He said, following Powder up the stairs.

"I should probably get back home now..." Caitlyn said nervously.

"Are you actually go back?"

"Very funny. I will eventually call you."

"Eventually? Wow, I'm surprised you haven't made anyone think you're dead."

"You're the first friend I've made in years, I promise you I haven't."

Caitlyn grabbed her wallet and placed the little piece of leather in her back pocket. She walked out to her car and began the drive back to Noxus.

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Sorry for the short chapter lol also that Smexy angle of Deckard 💅