Usually the sectors down in the sump were chaotic. Filled with ruthless thugs and gangs that prey on the poor people of zaun. It's usually the reason why I'm reluctant in going down here sometimes, but this I had to do., but now.. sector 207Z was quiet. The streets are darks and empty like they usually are at night, but there are no brutal wolves hunting down the innocent. The only sound that's could be heard were the sirens of police and firefighters at the Garrington Warehouse in the center. Before everyone was running around, heading off to their bunkers in fear of smoke or another gas reaction. Tonight, it just seems like an abandoned ghost town.
I sigh silently. I'm responsible for this. Was it worth it? Zaun was a place of activity, but this.. I should wait after the fact. There has to be some good from this. There has to be! My parents aren't some puppet anymore.. I saved everyone from that! Everyone in there! And they'll find out about the lab! Then they'll bring him to justice! Right? Piltover's laws still connect to Zaun.. And it's illegal to do corpse experimentation.. I think. He has to get something! Right..? The eerie town replies with silence.
Eventually I made it to the sector's center. Every individual sector always had its unique charm. It's unique culture and structure. It's own way of making life special down here. I always liked that about these little communities. No one's out and about yet.. but let's make the most of it.
I quickly make my way towards the local mural of the sector. It's loaded with faces of many kinds. The poor people that have died in the sump. The old and the new. Every mural always amazed me in how intricate they can be. Around the area are pictures of various loved ones and candles that have been put out by the winds. No one came to refresh them yet since the fire.
I slowly crouch down and place a photo of my mom and dad in an empty spot below the mural. I'm surprised Twitch would let me up here when I showed him the picture. Guess he took a liking to them. I grab a small candle stick from inside me and place it down near the photo. I lit it solemnly. "Hey mom. Dad," I said calmly. "I'm sorry things didn't work out the way we planned. I wasn't there for you guys at home, you were used behind my back, and now a warehouse exploded. But we're here! You're finally free from him." I take out 2 cupcakes and place them near the photo.
"They're... not as good as your Mom, but I still wanted to celebrate Mother's and Father's day." Nothing is said in response. "Guess there's no denying it huh. Your gone. I can't ask you guys for help anymore," I sigh as I began to stand up. "Just.. know this if you're here. No matter what I do, you're always with me. You taught me everything I need to know about this world, and I won't let that stuff you taught me get wasted. I'll be a good hero. I promise." Suddenly, a small footstep was heard behind him. "I'm sorry to make this quick. I gotta go. I hope you're happy. Wherever you are." With that said, I step away from the mural, never turning back as the single flame of the numerous candles begins to sputter from the howling of the caverns. When the people of the sector rose from their bunkers, the fire's still there.
I skim the news quickly and quietly, avoiding the pain of knowing my failure. It's supposed to be mine. The Zaunite Amorphous Combatant. He's the weapon that was planned for me. He's supposed to be one of my guards. My fighters to fight the filth that plagues my city. For trying to obtain what's rightfully mine, I get suspicion. Suspicion from everyone. Out of this disaster, they now know that I had a secret lab in the sumps of Zaun. One with containment chambers and harmful chemicals.
"Sir!" my secretary in the intercom shouts. "There's someone who likes to m-"
"The detective?" I grumble in the microphone at my desk. "Bring him in. I want to make this quick."
The door behind me quickly opens and closes as I sat in my desk, back towards the person who entered.
"Hello Takeda," he speaks. "May I ask you some questions?"
"If it's about the incident, all you have to know is this," I replied. "That secret lab was made to make the best weaponry and defense Zaun has to offer. It was to be used to help rid Zaun of the crime we see today. That's all I have to say."
"But.. how do you explain the containment capsules and the corpses that died weeks before the incident."
"Didn't you hear me, that's all I have to say. Anything else, I had no hand in. As for the fire, it was merely an accident made by one of my scientists. it won't happen again. Say otherwise to the public, and you'll know what will happen." I growled. Before he could ask another question, I quickly grab my microphone. "Melina! Tell the guards to take this man out. He's done here." Hopefully the thugs could communicate the power I have to him. No one stands in my way.
After several minutes after the encounter, I left the room as I make my way towards my personal lab. I let the security system scan my hands and eyes before the metal door opens to reveal a state of the art lab that could be mistaken as one from Piltover. No one's here at present. They must've left for the night. I click the button and the machines of the lab whirred until it finally showcase a small capsule in my desk. I tower over it, gazing into the dead remnants of the bloblet. "Zaun taught me to make use of everything. Every resource I have. The connection may be dead, but the materials are still present."