One The Count Of Four: Vi

I'm sorry, lover... I'm sorry; I bring you down
Well, these days I try and these days I tend to lie
Kinda thought it was a mystery and then I thought I wasn't meant to be

You said yourself fantastically, "Congratulations you are all alone."

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Her target stood a couple of feet away off her current position and she was sure he hadn't spotted her. He held the rifle in his hand and he starred down at the street, as if he was deciding who would be the next victim to fulfill his art. As the sherrif, she couldn't allow it happen. Never again.

Caitlyn raised her own rifle and aimed at his head. His masked face made hate surged inside her, but as a well-trained sniper, she knew how to handle her feelings easily. After calming her heartbeat and breath, she took aim.

Steady...

Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger and the bullet lodged immediately on his skull, blood emerging out of the open scar. Caitlyn watched as Khada Jhin slowly fell off the rooftop towards the hard asphalt of the road awaiting below. She abandoned her sniping position, walking triumphant towards where she speculated the body had fallen.

Revenge is sweet, she thought. She didn't consider it just another of her achievements; Khada Jhin was a notorious criminal and his apprehension would add up to the sherrif's profile. But Caitlyn wasn't trying to capture him. She was aiming to kill. Call her a monster and she wouldn't give a damn anymore. She had run out of feelings because all her feels were shot straight in the heart.

Caitlyn entered the alley and her eyes scanned for Jhin's corpse but she found nothing. No body. No blood. Nothing. Just a mask, laying lonely on the dirty road, with a hole just over the eyebrow. She surpressed a scream that reached her mouth; he had escaped again, somehow he had managed to trick her once again. Everything was just an illusion.

She had missed again but how was that even possible? The bullet had lodged into his head after breaking through his mask. There was no body nor blood anywhere to indicate that he had dropped dead. Sighing, she let herself slip down with her back on the wet, brick wall. She was till holding the damn mask in her hand and she had the urge to throw it away but she knew better than that.

How foolish she had been to believe that this nightmare would be over. How foolish she had been to believe that revenge on Jhin would be so easy. The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell. She believed that getting her vengeance would calm her restless soul. But was it what she really needed?

A flush of memories hit her like a truck. Vi's lifeless form laying on top of a pool of blood, her gauntlets thrown away, broken, and her hands exposed to the cold air. Her finding Vi dead was a memory that would never fade away. It felt as if it was yesterday that she had dropped herself on top of her enforcer's dead body, crying out for her to wake up to no avail.

Caitlyn clenched her fists. No, vengeance was all she needed, vengeance was necessary for Vi's soul to rest peacefully. She could hear Vi whispering at her through the wind, begging to give Khada Jhin what he deserved. And that was what she was going to do.

"I'm sorry love," she whispered to no one in particular, so tenderly, as if speaking to a baby. The very last stride of feelings was displayed in this small apology. "Maybe next time."

She stood on her feet again and gripped the mask tighter. No one could escape the law, not even Khada Jhin.

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