"Where is she!?" Vi said, storming through the halls of Piltover's detainment building. Various doctors and nurses attempted to chase her, worried that her healing wounds may open again, or that the misfit would injure herself even more. Prison guards even made haste to avoid the enforcer's path as her pace quickened; she was even intimidating to the toughest without the aid of her hextech gauntlets promising a few broken bones.
Vi finally stopped, reaching a cell with a number of high-security measures surrounding it – including electrified cell bars behind a thick glass sheet of protection and many, many armed guards keeping a 24-hour watch.
"Oh, it's fathands," A witchy, familiar voice mocked through the darkness of the cell, "you look a little worse for wear there…" the detainee smiled, "how's hat-lady?"
Vi's eyes narrowed and she slammed her fists onto the glass sheet separating her and the prisoner.
"You killed her, you motherfucking bitch! You crushed her under a building and you know it!"
High-pitched, maniacal laughter reverberated through the cell, and the source finally walked up to the cell bars, a wicked smile touching her mouth and her red eyes locking with Vi's with no fear.
"Ms. Vi, please…" a nurse started, but Vi shook off any attempts the medical team made to keep her away from the room.
"Jinx, I swear to fucking God above, I will let you rot in this cell for the rest of your damned life! You are the scum of this earth, and I'll make sure you never see the light of day again!" Vi screamed wildly, still slamming her fists onto the glass as if she could crack Jinx's bones herself.
Jinx began to laugh louder, running on the spot whilst holding her stomach in childish glee at the enforcer's rage, "the sound she made! The sound she made when the bullet shot through her stupid head! – 'ah!' - And then the entire wall fell on her dainty little body and CRACK! She was gone! And there wasn't fuck you could do about it!"
Vi's seething intensified, tears pricking her eyes at the final memories she held of Caitlyn, and the prison guards held her arms back so she didn't crack the glass keeping her from Jinx. The prisoner found this to be most amusing, and threw her head back in a fit of giggles.
"You're crying, Fathands! You're actually crying over that dumb sheriff who couldn't handle some close range bullets! But oh, you didn't the expression she had! Her last words! "Oh, Vi, I'm sorry-BOOM!" then it all came crashing down!"
The enforcer was promptly separated from her psychotic nemesis, haunting laughter echoing throughout the building as Vi was dragged, defeated and overcome with grief, back to her hospital bed.
I'll kill her, Cupcake. I'll crack her skull if it's the last thing I do…