LoL Jhin Fanfiction 2 (Piltover)

Chapter 1: City of Progress

 "Oh God, no!" the man cried as Jhin pushed him in the dark alleyway. The scrawny man fell on the cold pavement, trying to crawl away, but failing as Jhin stepped on him.

"Oh God, yes," Jhin thought with pleasure, as euphoria started billowing into him. It had been a while since Jhin could just mutilate someone, without any permission or order to. It felt amazing. He continued to kick the man, feeling the man's ribs break one by one. The man shouted in pain, trying to protect himself, or at least keep himself living. Finally when the man had tired, Jhin leaned down to him, smiling behind his mask. He touched the man's lips gently, feeling trickles of blood on his fingers. Jhin caressed his face, taking in the pain, terror, and acceptance the man wore on his face.

"Beautiful," he whispered, then proceeded to punch his face, flinging the man's head side to side. Dark blue and red bruises started to surface, and tears were streaming down his face. He tried to fight back again, holding up his hand to catch Jhin's fist. Jhin almost laughed as he grabbed the man's hand with his other, bending it back with upscene force. The man screamed in agony at his broken wrist, only to have the air knocked out of him by another kick to the stomach.

"You are very satisfying," Jhin said to the man casually."Do you have a name?" The man just looked up at him, confused, in pain, and in shock.

"L-Liam," he choked, wondering why even bothered.

"Well Liam," he said, taking Whisper from his belt and aiming it at the man."I don't want to finish my painting, but all things must come to an end." In all reality, Jhin had many things planned for his victim. He had knives, scissors, files, hammers, and other devices that could be used for such torture. Sadly, he had heard yelling, just very faintly, so he knew that if he went any longer, he would have no time to escape. Jhin pulled the trigger, a streak of blue and white light shooting out of the barrel into the man's chest. After the explosion, there was silence, and Jhin sighed happily. He stared down at the man in a bittersweet manner, sad that- The man suddenly jerked forward, breathing heavily as he clutched his chest. Jhin jumped in surprise at the man, but then looked closer at his chest. His flimsy shirt was torn to reveal a bullet proof vest underneath it.

"That shouldn't matter," Jhin thought to himself, as he watched the man struggle."My bullets are magical, the should pierce it just fine." Looking closer though, he saw there was no entry wound on the man, only bits of heat rising from the place he was shot. Anger rushed through Jhin as he grabbed the man by his collar, pulling him up from the ground. He cried in pain again as he was lifted high into the air, hovering above the stone floor.

"What kind of vest is that?" Jhin hissed at him, spit flying onto his face. At first the man didn't answer, as air was struggling to get into his system.

"B-bu-ullet p-p-pro-oof," he whispered, averting his red and teary eyes from Jhin's.

"What kind of vest is that!? " Jhin yelled, shaking the man in the air.

"Hextech!" he shrieked in pain and fear.

"Hextech?" he thought, throwing the man back down to the ground."Those ignorant Piltovians and Zaunians stopped my bullets with hextech!?" Jhin turned back to the man, who was still trying to calm himself. Out of frustration, Jhin grabbed whisper once again, and shot the man in the head with no warning or consultation.

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"This is the third time this month. The fourth if you count the homeless man who also filed a complaint."

Jhin's head shot up, the words awakening him from his trance. He rubbed his head, the memories of four years ago still haunting and embarrassing him today. Breathing deeply, he entered back into reality.

It had only been a few years ago when Jhin went face to face with Demacia, ending up in his thankful escape. He was not happy sitting in the Piltover Police Station, Caitlyn scowling at him as she wrote down something on what looked to be his record. Well, not his record, but more the record of Saizo Scuderi, the name and personality he took when staying in Piltover. Saizo was a poet and painter, taking inspiration from the industrial city.

"Saizo I've given you all too many warnings to give you another one. You're causing mischief throughout your apartment, as well as most of the stores you visit. Would you mind telling me why again?" Jhin had been fed up with his living situation since the day he arrived in Piltover. His small and smelly apartment gave in him no comfort or stability, while outside was no different. Everyone was pushed together early in the mornings, and the smell was still unpleasant to him. He was use to being free, relaxed, and mannerly, not so confined like the pact city was.

"Everyone I run into just happens to be an idiot. No respect, no manners, and no quality. All of the expensive hextech I buy with what little money I have, breaks within a second. There's nothing worth investing in!" Jhin had raised his voice far more than he had attended, making him have to calm himself.

"It gives you no excuse to take out on your neighbors," she said sternly, looking him in the eyes. Jhin was about to continue his rant, but sighed instead. It was true he had been on edge this entire month, as his search had gone nowhere.

"I promise it will never happen again," he said, standing up from the table. Unsatisfied, Caitlyn closed the folder and readjusted her hat.

"If I get just one more-"

"Hey Cait, is that guy still around, I wanna get a good punch at him before-" Vi walked into the office, suddenly stopping at the sight of the two. Caitlyn eyed her, frustrated, but Jhin simply smiled. The look of fear, however short it was, on Vi's face was something of a sight. One day he would perform his four act production, killing her brilliantly, as she would have the same look of terror on her face.

"Sorry for interrupting..." she coughed, scratching the back of her head with her giant gauntlets.

"Not at all," Jhin said cunningly, continuing to smile. He bowed at Caitlyn and Vi, eyeing the door."Once again, I'm sorry for my troubles, and you won't hear from me again."

"We better not..." Caitlyn muttered, redirecting her attention to Vi. Jhin smiled again then made his leave.

Walking with his gun disguised as a cane, Jhin made his way through the streets. As much as he complained about the city, there was a strange beauty in it. Dreams come to Piltover, to either come true or be destroyed. At least that's the impression Jhin received, as he constantly heard gossip about new inventors and inventions coming and going. He himself was not an inventor, nor was his cover up, Saizo, but he ever so desperately wished he was. The whole reason why he was in Piltover was to search for upgrades for his gun Whisper. Ever since the embarrassing moment when his gun was stopped by simple technology, Jhin was on the lookout to become the killing machine he once was.

He thought it would be easy though. In Piltover and Zaun there were always new upgrades or better designs for items, but it had been extremely hard the last few months. He needed someone who could help. He needed someone who could give him quality content, that actually worked. He needed someone who would give him a weapon, someone that was okay with violence towards others. He needed someone who understood what it felt like to not be themselves. He needed someone who knew about inventions. Better yet, he needed someone who was the daughter of an inventor.

Orianna