Crownguard

Chapter 4

Jinx? What does that mean?

Is that what kids say when they say the same thing simultaneously? I probably used it back then? Should I say 'kids these days'? Nah, that makes me sound old.

"Uh, hehe?" I laugh, forcefully.

She backs off then blows on the strands of hair hanging over her left eye.

"C'mon, you're no fun!" She complains. "I'm Jinx." She says.

Even though she's being comfortable, too comfortable, I'm not letting my guard down. Who knows what she has planned? Distraction? Buying time? Mocking me? Or maybe all of them, I don't know.

"You're under ar-" Before I could finish my line, she cut me off.

"What? Arrest me? Naive." She replies with either sympathy or pity.

She aims her minigun at me and revs it up, she points it at me.

"I have things to do, so see you later! In the afterlife, I guess..." She threats.

I panic and I quickly focus on shifting behind cover, but as I was about to shift, she stops revving the gun and let go of it, not drop though, the thing is strapped to her. She grabs on to me and the gauntlet starts making weird noises. It shifts us way beyond my destination and drops us on a dumpster.

My back hit something hard but it squished, probably a can. She landed on top of me, precisely the core of my stomach. I let out a small grunt and try to move my hand. It's stuck, but it's against something soft. I grab it, and I don't need another grab to figure out what it is.

Spare me the cliches.

"Oops!" Jinx squeaks as I let go.

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean-" I say as she cuts me off.

"It's alright. Eh, lets go?" She continues.

She grabs my hand and pulls me as she jumps of the dumpster. She drags me along several alleyways and then halts at a door within the alley. She knocks on it, and a voice from the inside, presumably a male, asks for a password.

"Spew it out, or you'll stay out!" The voice demands.

"Cinnamon Buns." She replies.

"Hey Jinx! It's you! Come on in." The voice welcomes her.

She pulls me in and then throws me at a old, broken-down couch. I could see the springs sticking out, and one of the feet must be broken, because the couch is slanting.

"Hey! Is this for ransom?" I ask.

"No, we need your help little boy." The guy who was probably doing the voices earlier requests.

"And what if I don't help?" I retort.

"I'll kill you." He replies.

"Try me." I debate.

He stands up and smirk, he throws his weird blade at me and then he just suddenly appears in front of me. I touch my head, my neck, my chest, my limbs, everything seems to be intact. Then I could see him holding his blade again.

"Already did." He spouts.

"How?" I ask.

"I reversed time." He explains.

"You mean, you killed me, forcefully warped through other timelines to the exact time the blade was about to decapitate me. I'm already dead, it's just another timeline, am I correct?" I question.

"He really is from Piltover." He jokes.

He reaches out his hand to lift me up, and so I accept. He gestures at the chair on the other side, signalling me to sit over there, and I do.