Do you know what it's like to fall? The speeding winds brushing against your skin as they guide you to your end...
The feeling of descent, stimulating the essence of your soul, comforting it while encasing you whole...
The consolation of your last page, the validation to let it all go, the reassurance to finally rest...
But at the same time... shifting your spirit... Searing it, reminding it how you came to be, agitating it to sense...
To feel everything grow cold, everything become numb, to feel everything turn gray...
...
You're reminded...
In the Undercity, a train shipment is making its way along the tracks
"Got a light?" A burly man questions his lankier coworker who produces a flame with his lighter. He places the cigarette in his mouth and leans over to place the other end in the fire
The lankier man puts away the flame and then rests his arms on the railing of the cart. "Doing anything after your shift?"
The larger of the two puffs out some smoke before leaning against the wall behind him. "Nah, not really, why? Wanna hit the Last Drop after?"
"Yeah... doing these night shifts has been a pain in the ass, and besides, it's rave night. Gonna be wicked." The bigger man takes another hit of his smoke while raising an eyebrow
"Ain't it always a rave night at that place?" The skinny worker shrugs, raises his brows, and momentarily closes his eyes while tilting his head
"Yeah, but these nights go extra-" His explanation is cut short as an explosion goes off, destroying the head of the train and causing the rest of the carts to crash into one another
"EUAAHHH!!!" The men yell as the carts flip over and land on the hard ground, sliding and creating sparks as the shipment of shimmer leaks throughout the area
The husky man yells at the aching feeling of his broken bones. He lifts his head to find the train in flames and shimmer spilled. He shifts his eyes to see his fellow worker crushed under a cart, his blood mixing with the purple liquid
A second later, the chemical catches on fire and creates a pool of it. His eyes widen at the sight but he soon hears a thud, causing him to shift his sights to the noise
A clicking noise rings as a gun is being loaded. "You son of a bitch! You got no idea who you're messing with. You're fucking dead whenever-"
His voice is replaced by the sound of a gunshot that pierces his forehead and makes his head drop
The fire rages on as a figure stands in the middle of it, staring at the aftermath
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Three and a half months later in Piltover, Caitlyn is doing her usual patrol when she hears murmurs from her fellow officers
"Marcus has been a pain in the ass lately." A male officer says while taking a hit of his cigar
"Lately? Heh, try the these last few months, I swear if I have to hear another bitchin' about some sewer rat, dickweed wearin' a red helmet, ima-" The other male is slapped upside the head by his female coworker
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Red And Violet: Vi X Red Hood Reader
ActionThe Undercity, much like its people, has been outcasted, wounded, and deemed unworthy by the so-called City Of Progress. Yet, there are those who survive, those who thrive, and those who continue to fight on. Even more, there are those who do it all...
