Chapter 1
"I will touch your heart"
A soul was just like a candle, small, short-lived, and easy to snuff out. So why not enjoy it while you were still alive? Jhin was currently in the place known as bottom lane, on the Summoner's Rift.
"No, no, no, Sona! Wait for your call. Gah, you call that art? It is disgraceful!" Jhin was screaming at his support, Sona.
Said support was doing her best, but it wasn't enough. The dynamic duo of Caitlyn and Karma was covering all their bases and as Sona fell lifeless to the ground, Jhin clawed at his mask in frustration.
"Sona, Stop! You are ruining this masterpiece," Jhin screamed at her lifeless body.
It was hard, even for a master like himself, to fight against someone as skilled as Caitlyn. To a certain extent, he admired her from one marksman to another. But I know the true way, the art of killing. She is just upholding what she believes is right. The corrupt government of the so called City of Progress.
Throughout the last few weeks, Caitlyn had been plaguing his thoughts. How could he focus on killing if he was focused on her?
Jhin dove to the side, narrowly missing a net fired by Caitlyn and a stun by Karma. He stopped suddenly, whisking away his cloak to reveal the reactor on his shoulder. Combining Whisper and his cane into his true masterpiece, which linked up to the bulky machine on his shoulder. He sighted down the scope, pulling the trigger as soon as Karma came into view.
One
The bullet hit Karma in the shoulder and she spun to the ground from the force. He focused on her chest and pulled the trigger.
Two
Death blossomed outwards. He turned to Caitlyn and fired again.
Three
A grazing hit nearly touched the side of her torso, only a last minute dive saving her. He breathed in the smoke and focused for his final act.
Four
Rengar dove out of the jungle and Jhin flinched, the bullet fired out of the barrel, glowing purple. His masterpiece soared off into the sky, forever lost.
"No! You animal! I will put you down," screamed Jhin as he detached the various components. Holding Whisper in his hand, he pointed it at Rengar.
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Three
Three taps, three shots, three hits. Rengar fell backwards.
Four
The show-stopper. The lifeless husk of Rengar fell to the ground. Jhin whirled to face Caitlyn only to find her gone. Only the sound of several scopes configuring allowed Jhin to locate her.
"Masterful…" he murmured as Caitlyn's ace in the hole blew through his head.
The rest of the game was little different. Spells and metal flew back and forth across the rift as the two sides fought but it wouldn't last long. Caitlyn's team eventually pushed into the red team base, destroying two inhibitors. They would have gotten the third had Jhin not arrived.
"Behold, my masterpiece…" he shouted as he reconfigured Whisper.
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Four bodies hit the floor. The crack of a rifle broke through the din of battle. Jhin ducked and whirled to face the final enemy.
Always her, always Caitlyn, he thought to himself as he held up his cane, pulling the trigger.
As he had suspected, she used the recoil from her net shot to dodge out of the way… straight into the Lotus Traps he had prepared. As the hand-sharpened, metal rose petals sang through the air and into her body, Jhin basked in the beauty. Seizing the initiative, Jarvin IV the bumbling fool lead the blue team in a counter attack and had nearly destroyed the enemy nexus by the time the red team was respawning.
"Glorious…" he muttered to himself as the nexus exploded.
The familiar feeling of intense magic hit him and he was teleported back into the institute of war. The rest of the blue team was already there and congratulating one another. Garen and Jarvin were slapping each other on the back while the tiny creature Veigar and Sona talked about spells they had used.
"Hghhh… as if magic or muscle won the battle. It was all skill," he murmured.
Jhin looked up and noticed Caitlyn starring at him. While the two teams started leaving the room, he held up his palm to stop her.
He began to walk towards her, twirling whisper in his hand.
"Hello there, sheriff" he said as he arrived in front of her.
"Jhin," greeted Caitlyn as she nodded.
"You had some truly… exquisite shots," complimented Jhin with a small bow, "from one marksman to another, you are a very skilled individual."
"Uhh… thank you," responded Caitlyn, "You did great as well," she curtsied and turned to move away.
"Wait," cried Jhin as he grabbed her arm.
Caitlyn jumped, and whirled to face him.
"Never mind, you may go," he said as he released her.
Caitlyn nearly ran out of the room, trying to get away from him.
Jhin left a while after and after entering his dwelling, began to clean his tools.
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The first time, he cleaned Whisper until it was nearly perfect. "Hah! As if perfect were good enough," he said to himself.
Two
Scrubbing a second time, he began to think about the sheriff of Piltover. What was it that made him want to grab her? He couldn't tell.
Three
She really was annoying him now. He needed to focus on his work, not on this woman. The third cleaning was done.
Four
With an angry grumble, he finished cleaning off whisper and set it in its case. He couldn't work, not like this. He was only supposed to be obsessed with his work, his art; not some woman. He cleaned whisper four times, but he was not clean.
The rest of the equipment would have to wait, this issue could not. I need her, I need the answer, why does she plague me? He packed up all of the stuff he needed: traps, weapons, clothes, ammunition, paints, and pieces of metal into a large suitcase and carried it out.
He exited his room into the busy hallway, many champions were leaving the institute to return to their homes during the break they received during the Blood Moon. He hurried to the front exit and waited there, leaning against a tree. He pulled out a filer and began to file his nails- perfectly.
Champions trickled out of the doorway, towards the various portals. Several to each and every city one would need to go. At last, she exited with some of her Piltoverian friends. While they were talking to one another, Caitlyn was in the back, looking around. When her eyes met his mask, he smiled underneath it. He nodded and waved to her, she stopped and told her friends to go on without her.
I have her now
Jhin began to walk to a more secluded place further into the forest that surrounded the institute. In the corner of his eye, he saw her hesitate before following him into the woods. He arrived in a clearing and waited for her.
"What is it Jhin?" she called from the other side.
"Come closer, I will not shout," he yelled.
She edged closer until she was a couple strides away. But she would not come any closer.
"What do you need Jhin? I have to go soon," she told him.
"Well you see, I have been having this problem, I can't concentrate on my work," he said.
"So? What do I have to do with it?" she asked suspiciously.
"Everything, how can I focus on art, when all I can see is you?" he growled before lunging at her.
He grabbed her by the wrist and before she could scream, held a chemical infused cloth to her mouth. As her eyes widened, Caitlyn fell to the ground, drugged into oblivion. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. Jhin watched and waited. Three hours later, anyone who was leaving the institute had left and Jhin picked up Caitlyn and both their bags.
As dusk approached Jhin entered the portal area. The portals went all over Valoran for near instantaneous travel. He carried Caitlyn through a portal to the Ionian mountains and breathed in the crisp air. He walked for many hours, never stopping. He could not wait, could not stop. He finally arrived at his destination, a modest two story dwelling in a secluded area. The forests up here helped to hide his cabin retreat from the world, and anyone who may come looking for the soon to be missing sheriff. He entered the home and locked the door behind him. Setting the two bags down in the hallway, he proceeded further into the cabin. Downstairs, a living room and kitchen were in one room, while a doorway led off to the restroom. Another door lead upstairs to a bedroom with its own bathroom.
It was small, but it was perfect for what he needed. Jhin carried her upstairs and laid her on the bed. The room already had bars on the single window and a lock for the door that locked people in. He quietly shut the door and locked it, sealing his prisoner away.
He went back downstairs and unpacked his bag, perfectly stacking everything on the floor next to his bag. He then opened her own suitcase and emotionlessly sifted and inspected every item in the bag, including undergarments. He separated everything into two piles; clothes and weapons. The weapons and tools got locked up in the room behind the bookcase with his own while he folded the clothes back up next to his own. Jhin then lit the fireplace and took off his gear, wearing only his undergarments before lying down on the sofa and falling asleep.
The next morning, he awoke to the floorboards upstairs creaking. Jhin put on a long-sleeved shirt and some pants but left his mask off. He grabbed his cane and began to hobble. He walked into the small kitchen and began to cook breakfast consisting of some eggs and bacon. He put everything on a tray and walked upstairs before unlocked the door to find a disheveled Caitlyn pacing the room. Without his mask or cloak, she didn't recognize him. The only thing she could have used to figure out who he was was the cane but no-one paid attention to the cane, only Whisper. No-body saw his face and lived to tell the tale so she had no idea who he was. The only discernable feature was the scar on his face that covered his right eye. If it weren't for that, Jhin would look just like any other Ionian out there, albeit slightly taller than normal. He had short, black hair and eyes that looked like a mix between chocolate-brown and crimson. His skin was tan, but not very much. There was a slight twinkle in his left eye, but the right was could and expressionless.
"Who are you?" Caitlyn asked him.
"That isn't important right now," he told her, "when I found you, you had passed out. I couldn't find any injuries but it seemed as though you had been attacked."
Years of performing had made Jhin a convincing liar.
"Why is the door locked?" she questioned.
"For my own safety, there are many a thief in these parts who trick people and repay the goodwill of a commoner with death or robbery," he explained, "I don't have much here, but what I do have is important to me."
"Do I look like a thief to you?"
"I do not know, criminals come in all shapes and sizes."
"Do you even know who I am?"
"I'm sorry Miss, I live a simple life and do not know many people."
"I'm a champion in the League of Legends, I'm Caitlyn, the Sheriff of Piltover."
"I think I remember you, you're that person who brought that one kid to justice, no? What was her name, V?"
"Vi, and yes, she was brought to justice and is now my partner in apprehending crime."
"Well anyways, I brought you breakfast but I am still going to have to keep you locked up. Do you need anything?"
"Uh… yeah. Can you grab me my suitcase, I need to change."
"I took the liberty of unpacking the suitcase I found with you. I could go downstairs and grab something for you.
She looked slightly uncomfortable after learning that he had gone through her stuff.
"Just a shirt, undergarments, and some pants will do. Thank you."
Jhin turned around and limped out locking the door behind him. As he walked downstairs, a smile from ear to ear appeared on his face. It was so easy to lie to her. He grabbed the items she needed and hustled back upstairs and entering the room. She had left the breakfast untouched.
"Is there anything wrong with the food? I can make you something else."
"Uh… no thanks, I just don't trust people when I don't know their names."
"Well then, allow me to introduce myself," he beamed as he held his hand out, "my name is Khada."
She hesitantly grasped his hand and was surprised by his firm handshake. Even though Khada was skinny and hunched over, he was very strong.
"I assure you Miss Caitlyn, there is nothing wrong with the food. I'll even eat a bit to show you."
Jhin took a bite of eggs and a piece of bacon.
"Believe me, if I meant you any harm, why would I lock you up?"
Caitlyn gave a small shudder as lewd thoughts went through her mind of another reason why Khada might lock her up.
Khada cleared his throat and said, "I'm going for a walk and may be gone for a few hours."
He turned around and left the room, shutting the door behind him and locking it.
Caitlyn walked over to the window and looked out the front. Khada hobbled outside using the cane. Something was familiar about it but she couldn't figure out what it was. As he vanished into the trees, Caitlyn ran over to the door. She rolled up the pant-leg and tore off a miniature pocket. Inside was a lock pick. Always come prepared.
She went over to the door and began to fiddle with the lock. One tumbler, two tumblers, three tumblers, aaaaanddd…. Got it! Four pins down.
Four was an unconventional number for pins in a lock. Most had 3 or 5 but this one had 4 meaning it was most likely custom made. She opened the door and inched downstairs. A painting of four lotus flowers was hung on the wall at the landing of the stairs. She walked down the stairs counting each one as she went. 13, 14, 15, 16. Sixteen steps in total. Caitlyn reached the first floor and began to look around. The kitchen was nothing fancy and the living room wasn't either. The main parts of the living room were the sofa, fireplace, and the bookcase against the back wall. She walked over to the bookcase and began to read the books. Most of the titles were in what appeared to be Ionian so she couldn't understand them. One book looked much older and worn than the others so she pulled it out. Behind the book was a keyhole.
Why would some lone man have a bookshelf with a hidden lock?
Caitlyn needed to know what he was hiding. She cleared the books around the lock and began to pick that one as well. After and hour, she hadn't made any progress and began to worry he would return soon. She put the books back and ran back upstairs, locking the door behind her. Fifteen minutes later, the front door opened and Khada walked inside.
Yes I know this is crap. Yes I know I haven't posted here before.
Hi I'm FFresh. I'm writing this story with my little brother Navarog but we are in different timezones so our schedules don't always match up. He has some stories but they are kind of bad (don't tell him I said that). This story is mostly written by me though.
Feel free to PM me or comment. I would also appreciate it if someone found any grammatical errors in this and was able to tell me. I will be looking for a beta soon.
Anyways, have a good day and the next chapter will be out soon.