ViLeonce
Chapter 1: Brute Force
Vi's massive right fist smashed through the wall and the panicked thug behind it threw himself to the ground. She cackled maniacally as she used her powerful hextech-powered hands to pull rubble out of the way and step through the hole in the wall. The thug scrambled up and backed away as Vi approached him. She cracked a smile as the thug reached for something on his belt.
"By law of the city of Piltover, you are under arrest," she said, slightly bored but still grinning.
"No! To the Void with you!" he yelled excitedly, then fired an electric bolt from his gun that he produced from his belt.
Vi just laughed as the beam fizzled against her electricity dampening field that was emanating from her armor.
"I was kinda hoping you'd say that," she said.
The thug turned heel and ran with Vi in quick pursuit. The thug rounded a corner and knocked something heavy over, blocking the pass. Vi just huffed and knocked down a wall making a pass instead. She thought to herself just how much she loved this.
Vi's fists poured out steam as she ran. They were so well connected to her now. When she first used powered fists, they were just crude mining equipment. Since she joined the Piltover police force, the yordles at the Academy had her outfitted with a pair of wonderfully designed powered gauntlets that would move just like her hands. She loved the feeling of the power she had in her grip and her punches.
She was quickly gaining on the thug and managed to corner him near a window. He backed himself up against a wall as Vi made her way over to him. She looked around and then out the window. She pulled out and held her communicator to her ear and spoke into it,
"Yeah. Yeah I got him by the North-East window," she looked at the window and shrugged, "Oh that is the North-West window? My bad. Anyway, I got a vest. Can I?"
A few moments of silence pass by. The silence was only filled by the hiss of steam from Vi's gauntlets and the heavy breathing of the thug standing by the window, awaiting his fate.
"Alright, out," she said, pocketing the communicator, "It's your lucky day pal! Ever fly?"
"What?" he asked, more panicked now.
"See my partner came up with the idea of a vest I can put on people before I punch 'em. Makes it so they don't die immediately," she said with deviant glee as she unfolded the vest from one of her pockets.
"How does that make me lucky?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"You get to test it!" Vi shrieked.
She then slapped the vest on him and stepped back. She popped her neck and dashed forward, slamming a mean hook into the guy's chest with all of her might. The gel inside the vest expanded into bubbles, softening the blow and sending the thug backwards out of the window. He screamed on the way down, but halfway to the ground, Vi could see a puff of smoke from the street.
All of a sudden, the thug was wrapped in a net and hanging from a lamppost down below her. She clapped her hands a few time, causing thunderous cracks to be heard throughout the building and below. She heard her communicator crackle, then the voice came over it,
"Alright showoff, come on back," it said.
"No problem partner," Vi said excitedly as she turned and headed for the stairs.
As Vi stepped out of the building, she was met with applause from the Piltover citizens who were watching the spectacle. She raised her arms up, soaking in the attention, before she spotted her partner and made her way over to her.
"Vest worked well," her partner said.
"Yeah it did, that was a nice shot by the way Cait," Vi said enthusiastically.
Caitlyn checked over her rifle and looked up at the thug swinging in the net by the lamppost. She was leaning up against another post, and so she stood up straight and shouldered her rifle.
"You were reckless Vi," Caitlyn said sternly, "You could have knocked the building down with all the walls you crushed."
"You didn't complain when I broke the window!" Vi said defensively, "You even told me to!"
"A window is easy to replace, and doesn't cause structural instability. With the attention you've drawn, I'm going to have to suspend you for a week," Caitlyn said, looking away from Vi's eyes.
"What?! The people love me!" she said angrily.
"Look at them," Caitlyn said, pointing calmly at a few grim looking individuals poring over the damage, "They own the building. Do they look like they love you?"
"But-!" she tried to argue.
"Go home Vi," Caitlyn said with her hand on her shoulder, looking into her eyes now, "I'll see you in a week partner."
Caitlyn walked away then, leaving Vi stunned and looking at her feet. She mulled around for a few seconds as other officers go about shuffling the onlookers away and getting the thug down from the post. Finally, Vi kicked her shoes into the sidewalk and stalked off towards home.
She rounded a corner just as the sun was going down and found her home, a three story apartment building renovated just for her use. It kind of looked like a really trashy and industrial-looking mansion. Vi loved her home. It suited her because it was one of the first things she had ever earned. And that thought made her proud.
When Vi was just starting out, she was doing so on the wrong side of the law. She fell in with a gang at a young age and got in a lot of trouble. When she got older, the gang began to go in a direction that the young Vi wasn't particularly fond of. She stepped up against her old leader and decided to save some people getting herself caught by the Piltover police. It was then that she first officially met Caitlyn.
The Sheriff of Piltover saw something in Vi and decided to cut her a break. Caitlyn then invited Vi to join the police and do something good with her life. She accepted, but she and the Sheriff didn't get along at first. When Vi started helping people, they started helping back, like the architects guild renovating this building they were going to demolish to be her official home. That day was the first that Caitlyn saw tears in Vi's eyes.
As she made her way into the workshop on the ground floor, she had already made up her mind with what she wanted to do. She took off her gauntlets and placed them in their special case and made her way upstairs to change out of her uniform. When she came back out of the house she was wearing civilian clothes and she made her way towards the bar.
Vi was still mad as she got there and ordered the first round. Five rounds in and she was still mad, but looser and more flexible. A few people in the bar recognized her, but kept their distance. Vi was known for her unpredictable and fiery temper. And while she wasn't particularly intimidating in civilian clothes, her reputation kept the drunks and fighters at bay.
By the fifteenth round of strong drink, the bartender finally cut her off and sent her on her way. Vi was pissed but way too drunk to form cohesive words, let alone argue. She stumbled out of the bar and made her way in the direction that she thought was home. After walking several blocks, humming to herself and angrily kicking every lamppost she saw, she found herself at the edge of town.
"What the Void," she said walking out into the woods beyond the city limits, "Maybe a good walk will clear my head."
She thought to herself how much she hated being bitter. Being mad was fun; it gave her energy and made her feel more alive. Being bitter just brought her down and made her want to crawl into a hole, never to be seen again.
It was only an hour before dawn before Vi was so tired she just sat down. She was at the top of a hill. Surrounding her on all sides were larger hills. Vi took several deep breaths before finally screaming at the top of her lungs like a baby. She was still fairly drunk, even though the walk through the cold night air was pretty sobering. She was just so frustrated with herself. Finally she just lay back and looked up at the stars. She was asleep in no time.
When Vi's eyes opened she was looking up at a long mane of auburn hair, strong shoulders adorned with gold and red cloth, and sleek, toned muscles wrapped in tanned skin. A head turned and looked down at Vi as she stirred. She had bright brown eyes, vibrant, like sunlight. She then smiled her elegant thin-lipped smile and said, "Good morning officer."
Vi clamped her mouth shut and sat up. Her head was pounding. Her back was killing her, but she twisted around to look at the person next to her.
"Uh, hi," she said rubbing her temple, "I'm sorry, really hungover, do I know you?"
"I'm Leona, I am a champion in the League of Legends, like your partner Caitlyn," she said sweetly.
"Ah," Vi said a little annoyed but her heart was pounding, "And, what exactly are you doing here?"
Leona took a deep breath through the nose, no doubt enjoying the fresh air before she spoke.
"I was out hiking into the hills to train when I heard you scream. I came looking for you and found you by the smell,"
Vi tried to stealthily sniff her shirt when Leona laughed lightly,
"I thought you were attacked, but you were just drunk and passed out. I had no idea where you lived, and I didn't want to leave you there, so I waited. I've got some water with me, if you'd like some."
Leona offered a gourd with fresh water. Vi grabbed it and thanked her before drinking deep and handing the gourd back. Finally, when her headache seemed to dull, Vi continued the conversation.
"So you train at dawn?" she asked.
"Yes, it's the best time for me," Leona answered, taking a swig of water herself.
"Man, that's nuts," Vi said, rolling her shoulders and stretching, "I am lucky I woke up this early."
"'Not a disciplined officer,' she said," Leona laughed, "I didn't believe her at first. But I do now."
"Hey, it's not that Sheriff Stick-in-the-Mud doesn't get results out of me. I just hate being horsewhipped with discipline and regimentation. I do fine without them," she said defensively, but more to herself.
"Who's on duty today?" Leona asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh-" she started, but then stopped, and laughed lightly in recognition, "Okay, you got me."
"Come on Vi, let's get back to town," Leona said, standing, offering her a hand up.
"Okay," Vi said, smiling lightly before standing up, "Man, my head is killing me."
"Don't drink so much, ya drunkard," Leona teased.
"Hey!" she yelled back.
Leona just laughed and walked down the hill.