Ending the Cycle || A Timebomb Fanfic

VI

Little bit of smut in this chapter (Please dont take this down Wattpad lol)

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Jinx cradled Isha in her arms, her lips brushing over the little girl's blue-dyed hair in soft, childlike kisses. They were back in her hideout—a chaotic, kaleidoscopic wonderland strewn with brightly painted weapons and boxes, all marked with Jinx's manic, artistic flair. The two played a game of chase, laughter bouncing off the walls like an echo from a better time. Isha darted ahead, nimble as ever, her giggles infectious. Jinx followed, her boots thudding on the floor, almost catching her before stumbling over a box. She tumbled forward, hitting the ground in a heap.

Isha spun around, laughter spilling from her tiny mouth, her giggles growing louder, sharper—unnatural. The sweetness in her voice twisted, her tone morphing into something sinister. Jinx froze. Isha's form flickered, her outline suddenly illuminated in a searing neon pink glow. The room around them dimmed, the vibrant colors fading to a suffocating darkness.

"Isha?" Jinx's voice trembled, a fragile thread of control.

But the little girl only laughed harder, her face shifting, melting like wax under a heat lamp. Her features dissolved into a horrifying smear, her innocence erased. Jinx scrambled back, a scream stuck in her throat. Before her, Isha's body grew taller, broader, reshaping into someone achingly familiar.

Vi.

But not the Vi she remembered. This wasn't the sister who once shielded her from harm, whose arms had been a fortress against the world. No, this Vi's face was carved in fury, her eyes hard as steel. Her towering frame loomed over Jinx, radiating the kind of anger that made the air itself feel heavy.

"You," Vi hissed, her voice a knife slicing through Jinx's spiraling thoughts. "You ruined everything. Mylo was right." The words hit like a hammer, each one a nail driving into Jinx's chest. "You're nothing but a jinx."

The echo of the words reverberated in Jinx's skull, louder and louder, until they were deafening. Her hands flew to her ears, desperate to block them out. But they didn't stop. They only grew, a cacophony of accusation and venom that pressed against the walls of her mind, threatening to shatter them.

Then Caitlyn appeared, stepping out from the shadows like a specter. Her dark blue eyes were cold and calculating, her features sharp and poised. The Piltover enforcer, always impeccably put together even in her nightmares, wore a coat of deep navy and silver trim, a rifle slung across her back. Her presence was oppressive, suffocating. Caitlyn placed a hand on Vi's shoulder, her touch steadying the storm of her rage.

"Don't waste your energy," Caitlyn said, her voice dripping with condescension. Her gaze locked onto Jinx, studying her like prey. "She's already destroyed herself."

Jinx's heart seized. The words felt like daggers piercing her soul. The room around her spun wildly, the walls twisting, warping, as if the entire hideout was collapsing in on itself. "No," she whimpered, but her voice was lost in the storm of echoes.

"Mylo was right."

"You're a jinx."

"You're perfect, Jinx,"

Silco's voice joined the chaos, his tone warm and coaxing, a stark contrast to the venomous words of Vi and Caitlyn. The mix of accusations and praise coiled around her mind, tightening like a noose.

She clenched her fists, nails biting into her palms, and rocked back and forth. Her breathing turned erratic, her chest heaving as she fought against the nightmare. The neon glow intensified, burning through her eyelids even as she squeezed them shut.