Smoke And Mirrors

«The name's Vi»

Rain is the prevailing weather condition through automn in Piltover. Tones of water fall in the streets every day, making the roads actual rivers of dirty rain water, full of mud. A thick fog covers everything and the eye cannot see a few feet away except of the faint light of the public lamp in the distance. Perfect conditions for someone to hide but this didn't apply to Vi that certain night.

Moving around in the cold rain, Vi greeted her teeth in order not to swear aloud and betray her current position. Her predator was not far away and if she wanted to escape, she had to keep her mouth shut. A sharp pain originating from her upper arm made her hiss and her hand immediately flew on the spot a bullet had lodged in. She looked over her shoulder to check weather she was still being followed or not but she couldn't make out a thing through the thick rain. Upon seeing this, she turned her look forward and quickened her pace.

If her arm hadn't been shot, she would definitely stop and fight whoever was after her and not just ran away. But since she had been shot probably by a rifle, it would be wiser if she would just run, reducing the danger of getting a bullet lodged in her head. She was still trying to understand how the sniper had saw her through the fog and had specifically managed to hit her exactly at the point were she carried no armor; the point between her gauntlets and her metallic epaulet. They must be very good snipers, that was for sure. Vi speculated who could be after her and that meant only trouble.

She took a sudden turn into a narrow, dark alley between two huge buildings where the rain was less intense there, hoping that her hunter would loose her track but it seemed fate had other plans for her. As soon as she stepped in the alley, she felt a sharp pain shooting up her leg and she couldn't help but exclaim loudly in pain. She looked down and saw a metallic trap, which looked more like a hunting trap, grapped around her feet. Perfect.

In a desperate try to escape, she tried to run but with her leg injured, that was clearly impossible. She tripped over and fell on the callous, wet ground, groaning in annoyance. She managed to push her body up and rest her back on the wall. There was nothing she could do but wait for her predator arrive at the point.

So that was it. In a few moments she would be either dead or thrown in prison. Either way, her career as a brawler was over here. Maybe if she was lucky enough and would indeed be sent in prison, she could still have the satisfaction of punching others. She sighed, feeling more sorrow than ever with her optimism.

The clicking of heels made her look towards the entrance of the alley. What she saw was forever carved into her long-term memory. In the distance stood a woman dressed in a short, purple dress, very inappropriate for this kind of weather and a hat of the same color, covering her eyes. A rifle was hanging over her shoulder which Vi eyed carefully; it wasn't like any weapon she had seen before, it was more of a hexetech weapon. Of course, she had heard of it and its owner. Before her stood no other than the sheriff of Piltover, Caitlyn. She had no chance of escaping from the beginning as whoever got into the sherrif's scope never managed to get too far away.

Caitlyn walked towards her in confidence, her leather boots creating the only noise in the alley. She stopped a few feet away from Vi, eyeing her carefully. The brawler could make out a bright shade of blue under the shadow of the hat.

"You are a stubborn one, aren't you?" she spoke and her uptown accent echoed through the alley. "Got shot, run several miles in the rain... And even with an injured leg, you kept trying to run."

Vi's response was just a plain growl. Caitlyn let out a sigh and reached in her pocket from where she withdrew a small glass with a dark green liquid in it. She kneeled down next to Vi without a hint of hesitation and carefully examined Vi's injury.