You know, I've always taken life by storm...never really cared who I hurt or what I broke. Every problem was justa brick wall for me to punch my way through. That was until she found me. Now everyone I hurt, everything I brek comes with a consequence. Every brick wall I smash through comes with a property damage fee or medical bill. And lemme tell ya, they aren't cheap. So I've been making an effort. Trying not to be so trigger happy-or in my case 'punch happy'. But it ain't easy. And when I do bust up half of Piltover I actually feel bad. A small twinge of guilt, but guilt is guilt, and I don't do guilt. So why the hell do I care so much about not screwing up Piltover, its property, and its criminals? I dunno, but it's got something to do with her. Ever since I met miss-goodie-two-shoes I feel like I've been put on a leash...but I kinda like it...but not that much. Do I? UGHH! I dunno. Why do I give a damn what that fucking uptight bitch thinks? I mean she's pretty and all but ya know she's kinda an ice queen. A cold hearted bitch basically. A hot cold-hearted bitch, but cold-hearted bitch none the fucking less. I mean of course she's pretty freaking cute when she smiles, makes her look all nice and stuff, but it's just a cover-up for her true bitchy-ness.

"Vi," a posh, upper city accent stated in a oh-so bossy manner. A rather arousing bossy manner that sent chills down my spine. The good chills, though.

I shook myself out of my thoughts to respond to her, but slowly, it's fun to make her wait because it kinda pisses her off. And pissing off my good ole' Cupcake is one of my number one forms of entertainment. Damn. I need a life. Well, I have one, but I need one that Cait isn't in.

"Yeah babe?"

"Don't call me babe."

"Okay. Babe."

"Vi stop being immature. I am your superior and you will address me with respect."

"Kay babe. Oh. I mean, Yes master."

She simply rolled her eyes in response. Eh, I don't really give a fuck if she's pissed 'cause that was funny. The way she reacts to shit is always funny. Too easy to bug her. And plus she's really cute when she get's flustered or annoyed like this.

"We have an emergency at-"

"I'm giving zero fucks where it is Cait, just tell me what I'm punching."

"A female approximately 18 to early 20's. Homicide. Arsonist. Disturbing the peace. Basically a terrorist."

"Oh doesn't that sound fun?" I replied sarcastically as I offered her a smile, but she simply responded with an icy glare of hatred. Somebody needs to take the tampon out...

"So...we takin my bike? Cuz I just know you want a reason to wrap your arms around me Cupcake." I flirted, winking at her, partly to actually flirt with her and partly to annoy the fuck out of her.

"Fortunately, for my sake, we are taking my car." She answered in a now dangerously hostile tone. Like I said Cupcake, take the fucking tampon out.

"Eh. Shit can still happen in cars." I retorted, suggesting, obviously, car sex. I mean it can happen, right? Nah she's too much of a bitch, and in all honesty, I don't think I'm even exactly ready to have sex with her. Ehh I'm such a dork, my mind goes to sex almost immediately yet I'm too fucking wimpy to actually want it. Fuck this shit, fucking up my freaking emotions.

I surveyed the scene before me for my victim. Or should I say "prisoner". Eh, same diff.

The carnage that lied before me was just fucking brutal. Gore, blood splatter, dismembered bodies, limbs, organs, and random broken buildings and debris littered the area. The air wreaked of the familiar smell of gun powder and blood. It looked like a Megadeath had happened here. Who in the hell is fucked up enough in the head to do all this?

"Well Piltover looks fucked up, and not for the first time too...but this...this is just brutal." My words lingered in the air after breaking the eerie silence shared between us.

Caitlyn didn't respond. She simply just walked off to continue inspecting the scene.

I sighed deeply before muttering "bitch" under my breath. It feels good to call Caitlyn bitch. I guess cause it's true.

I trudged through the debris, looking for any clues that might lead to the bastard that did all this gruesome shit.

After a while of wandering I came across a crumbling, brick wall that was barely left standing. This crumbling wall was different though. It was adorned with crudely painted pink grafiti that wrote out "JINX".

I moved my hand forward, dragging my finger over the paint. It felt wet. A sniff of the air revealed the fumes of Wet

spray paint, confirming that it was fresh.

I dunno if it's from the criminal or just some street rat. Eh, might as well show it to Caitlyn.

I continued to investigate the scene when all of a sudden a piercing shriek rang through the air breaking silence. It startled me so bad that I jumped a little. The scream sounded a bit...like Caitlyn. Oh fuck.

I took off running toward the direction of the scream as soon as I realized the situation.

After racing through the debris for a while I came upon a brunette convulsing on the ground. A brunette with tears streaming out of her eyes. A brunette wearing that sexy little purple dress that I oh-so-love. I rushed to her as fast as I could and crouched down. I'm not sure what to do. Do I shake her? Do I just wait for it to pass? WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN HAPPENING?

You know what? Just fuck it.

I leaned in closer to her and scooped her up in my arms. Holding her all wedding style.

Despite the present situation, I was nervous yet excited to have her this close. My heart was starting to pound. I leaned my face in closer to hers to where I was staring right into her eyes, or I would've have been if her eyes were open. With all the time I had taken to find her and scoop her up, she had stopped convulsing, and was now lying limp in my arms, eyes closed and taking shallow, unsteady breaths. They were somewhat labored. It kinda reminded me of something else. If you catch my drift.

"Caitlyn?" I murmured out, my face slowly inching even closer to her's than it already was.

She didn't stir.

"Caitlyn." I stated this time, louder, almost like a command, but softer.

She shifted in my arms a little bit but didn't wake up.

I've noticed how hot she is before, but being this close to her. Well she's just absolutely beautiful. Crystal blue eyes that contrast with her flawless, porcelain skin. Her long brown hair complimented her eyes well, also. She had a cute little nose and cute little ears- and god fucking dammit, I'm getting too fucking soft.

My lips were just above hers now. Her lips were begging me to embrace them with my own.

Her eyes snapped open, scaring the hell out of me so bad that I dropped her.

I really have gone soft.

She uttered out some very un-lady like (and therefore uncharacteristic) curses as she proceeded to stand up on shakey legs.

She stared at me for a second. Like nothing had ever happened.

"Vi, what were you doing with my prone, passed out body?"

"Eh, Caitlyn, you say that like I was raping you."

"Well not like it wouldn't be a surprise..."

"HEY! You aren't even my type Cupcake."

"Oh really? Then what is your type?"

"Someone who's not a bitch."

She scoffed in disgust.

"Cait, ya know I was actually checking to see if you were okay. But whatever. Be a jerk about it. Maybe next time I'll just leave you for dead." I would never leave her for dead. But she would deserve it.

"Thank you."

"Now that's more like it Cupcake. So w-"

"Cupcake? Hm. Is that what you call her when you two have crazy hot sex?"

I turned around to see a pale adolescent female with long braided blue hair that trailed down to her ankles. But those shocking features were not the most noticeable, no, the most noticeable things were two bright pink eyes and a manic grin that was plastered on her face. Oh and did a I forget to mention she was dressed like a stripper (in my opinion, but that's the only opinion that matters) and had a massive arsenal with her.

Much more menacing now huh?

"So lemme guess, you're the bitch that did all this huh?"

"No shit Sherlock."

That's enough convo. I charged up my gauntlets dashed toward her. Knocking her onto the ground immediately. I sat on her in a straddled position over her waste, leaning down holding back her arms with little effort as she squirmed beneath me. I squeezed with my gauntlets hard enough to elicit pain yet not hard enough to cause any long term injury.

I raised one of my fists up to deliver a blow sure to knock her out, but at the moment I released her arm, she cupped her hand against the back of my head and forced it down.

The next thing I knew my lips were pressed against hers in a sloppy kiss.

I snarled in disgust and pushed away from her.

I gritted my teeth. I then delivered a close-to-killing blow to her face.

It won't kill her. I think.

I REWROTE IT AGAIN XD