She walked by the numerous cells, holding grumpy men and women in black outfits. She was wearing a back tight jacket, with a black skirt and tights. Black heels longer than a mans hand, and red hair almost as bright as blood. A black fedora tipped down to her green eyes. She clicked down the hall slowly, holding her two guns.
Shock.
Awe.
Men whistled.
Women raked at the jail cell.
Her ruby red lips smirked, as she passed by a darker cell than all the rest.
She stopped and made a brisk turn to the cell.
"Sarah," a voice said chuckling.
"Hello, Graves." She pet her guns, "it seems like you're the only sane one in here," she tipped her fedora up and pressed up her breasts to the jail cell.
"Don't test me, love. I got my own gun," rattling in the distant made her red hair flinch.
"Why are you here, Sarah? I'm not interested in an-"
"I'm not Sarah anymore," a snark tone spit from her perfectly shaped-red- lips. "It's Miss Fortune, now, "She gazed into the black pit of the cell, wincing.
"And where'd you find that name? The back of a Blitzcrank box?" He chuckled at his own joke and more rattling occurred.
"I actually do have something I need to ask you. And could you stop with that racket!?" she looked around and slammed her long heel into the ground, making the inmates noise falter.
"We need you, Graves. Twitch ordered me to get you. Vi and Caitlyn are giving a big award if we catch this new girl," she leaned up more against the gray bars, lowering her voice, "Jinx."
Graves gumbled, "Why should I give two shits about a girl named Finx?"
"She set a whole city into flames, and her name is Jinx." Her voice was low, people began to whisper.
"How are you gonna get me outta here, Sarah? Those guns ain't big enough to blast through these bars," he rested his head on the cold concrete.
"Can't Twisted Fa-"
"Don't."
She covered her lips.
"..Wh-"
"He got me in this mess, love. He bagged me out on a bet. Little bastard. Always playing his cards before givin' a deal."
She grabbed something from her pocket and latched it to the cell and the cell bars began to disintegrate- disappearing into the blackness of the cell bars.
She slowly untangled and unchanged the unimpressed Graves, and he grabbed his gun in another room.
"Sarah, stop."
She looked back at him when she opened up the sewer drain.
"Why would Twitch want me?" He loaded his gun and put a long black trench coach on top of a white long shirt with black suspenders and black pants, and another black fedora.
"Because, now you're apart of the Mafia."
They walked through the sewers until they heard the sound of a crazed maniac.
"We're here.." she almost barfed from the horrible smell, "what do people in Piltover eat..?"
"Probably people," he chuckled a bit and she hit him in the arm.
"You maaaade it!" the voice echoed through the long arches of smelly.. Whatever.
"Graves, I'm so happy to not see you in two!" He laughed so loudly the water seemed to vibrate, "Miss Fortune, as beautiful and busty as always! Meheheheheeee!"
Now, I'm going to make this very simple.
Twitch is a Plague Rat.
He can make an instant killing disease that can infect you and kill you from the outside in, or the in outside. So, you have to laugh at his jokes.
"Thank you, dear," Miss Fortune gave him an air kiss and the smelly rat almost fainted.
"Alright, so who do we gotta put a bullet through?"
"Hold on a tad, Graves, my wonderful wonderful friend!"
He whispered to himself and grabbed a torn up paper. He tried to fix the torn edges, smoothing, licking, ripping small parts, but nothing seemed to work. His whiskers moved with every gnaw he inflicted on the side of his cheek. His long nails made the paper sound soothing as he finally tore the edges, fumes coming out of his small ears.
"This is the girl Caitlyn wants us to get."
Jinx.
Long blue braids. Skinny. Weird tattoos. Two beautiful guns. And two evil looking eyes.
"She looks insane," Graves laughed and Sarah slapped him.
"Reeeeeeally?" Twitch blinked his pitch black eyes and switched the paper upside down.
"I personally don't see it I mean she doesn't have the weird features or claws and she doesn't seem to smell and usually weird people have big boobs."
Sarah looked down and tried to cover up her bust and Graves grabbed her arm, "No need to cover those weird things."
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
Twitch moved his little rat body down the sewage wasteland, promptly giving them a wonderful (terrible) tour of his home.
As the rat explained the time when he diseased a whole tower in Piltover because they stopped buying his famous "PRS" (Plague Rat Suflea- yes, SuFLEA) their was a sudden shift in the...sewer.
"Did Gangplank ever treat you like you we're suppose to be treated?" Graves chuckled, "You're kind of like a spring in the desert. Rain in the west. Gunpowder to some led," Graves fixed his suspenders and scratched his beard, raising his thick eyebrows.
"You were in a jail cell about thirty minutes ago, you better watch it before I put you back in it," She wasn't blinking.
"It's just a question, Darlin'. Their isn't many like you. The first woman to sail the seas of Runeterra. It's a pretty big title you got there." His voice was low so Twitch wouldn't go "insaaaaaaaane!" he terrifically said..every..2..minutes...
"A title is a title," she said brushing her red hair back after tying a small part of the end, "I don't take them seriously, or else you turn into a maniac trying to impress people you don't know." She smacked her lips and he slowly watched her heels click over to Twitch's work place. The green and black goo seemed to go on forever. Carrying whatever got into its way to its long and tiring death. All we could do was watch. The toxicness stung at everyones nose, sometimes even Twitch would shake off the smell. It was getting worse and worse each second. Worse and worse. Twitch saw her quickly walk past him in her large heels, as heart eyes poured from his black eyes"She's a hard poison bottle to crack, my friend. My wonderful friend. But, I mean, the most deadliest poison is worth the risk. Am I right, friend?" Twitch fumbled with his hands, moving them in a back and forth formation. His nose sniffing at foreign objects. Eyes jetting from left to right.
"You are right, my wonderful. Wonderful friend."
"This is your stop, my pretty!" Twitch pointed up from the sidewalks they were balancing on to avoid the toxic goo.
"Ladies first," Graves said as he covered his nose from the utter stink of old Chinese food and rotten pizza.
"Pig," she said climbing up, you could obviously see the white panties under her short skirt, as Twitch drooled onto his poison bottles and dirty shirt.
Graves nodded goodbye to the plague rat for now, as he gave them the coordinates to meet their first clients.
The Officers of Piltover.
A/N:
Hey guys! I really hope you all enjoyed this beginning of the story! Miss Fortune and Graves are one of my favorite characters to play in League of Legends, and I felt totally inspired to ship them! :-) Please leave comments or message me of what you'd like to see in my future chapters or stories!
~Sabrina