A/N: Sooooooo if you saw the Star Guardian Video and you don't ship Jinx with Lux, you're wrong. Riot basically just confirmed this ship HAHA. I'm going to write a Lux/Jinx fic set in the Star Guardian universe next AND NOTHING CAN STOP ME.
Also, the following two chapters were written by my friend. Enjoy!

[Olivia's POV]

The rifle feels cold in my hand. Is that the reason why I'm shivering? - No. It's the anger.

I am so enraged, I could fucking kill her. And I will, that's why I took Caitlyn's weapon with me, right? Yes. I'll do it. I'll kill Hannah- Jinx. I'll kill the fuck outta her. Her, who betrayed my trust, used me, the person I thought I loved. I'll kill her, shoot her, until that entire cheap fucking motel is covered in her blood.

Somebody has to do it. She has to pay for what she did, not only to me, but to so many other people. This lunatic took so many loved ones, including my family. She has to die. It's what she deserves. I can't sit and wait for things to happen, I have to do them myself. That useless failure of a cop couldn't even arrest her.

Just the thought of her being free angers me. My grip on the rifle tightens, I want to feel the gun in my hand as much as possible. The cold wind reminds me I'm still shivering. I'm not freezing at all though, I don't really feel that cold, yet my whole body is shaking.

I just snuck out of the hospital, climbing out of the window and down the building. Now that I think about it, that was pretty dangerous. I could have died doing this with a rifle – Sheriff Caitlyn's rifle – in my arm, but I simply didn't care.

Honestly, after reading that pathetic text message Jinx sent me, assuming it was by accident, I couldn't control myself. It doesn't make any sense that Jinx had drugged Officer Vi before she ran away, just to text her afterwards. Is Vi in on this? I can't trust anyone anymore, not even the police. I've lost all faith in humanity, so, fuck it.

She has to die.

As I'm approaching the motel, I feel my body shaking even more. I'm lucky there aren't any people around, I look extremely suspicious with that rifle.

Now... how to get inside. First, I make sure nobody sees me while I make my way to the entrance slowly. Then, I carefully crack the door open and peek inside.
The staff is not at the counter. I take the chance to enter, taking quiet steps. The stairs are so close, yet so far away.

"Hello?"

Shitshitshit. I turn to the counter, hiding the weapon behind my back. A woman shows up. I want to speak, but I only swallow instead, not able to say anything.

"Hello, Miss. Can I help you?", the woman asks with a smile on her face.

She looks tired. I doubt she wants to work here. This place is awful.

"Uhh...", I start, trying to keep it cool, "I... want to visit my friend."

The woman behind the counter looks at me, rather worried. Oh God, please don't let her notice anything. I don't want to go to prison.

"Are you alright, Miss?"
"Yes. I just really want to visit my friend."

I try my best to look like a normal human being who actually just wants to see their friend. I force myself to a smile.

"Are you sure? Do you need a doc-"
"I'm fine," I interrupt her.

The low quality radio music fills the room, until the woman finally speaks again.

"If there are any problems, let me know."

I simply nod.

"So, who would you like to visit? I'll call them to let them know."

My lips are dry, my heart is racing and I feel the sweat all over my body. I take a deep breath.

"The girl in room 109. Tell her Vi wants to see her."

I hold the gun closer, feeling it pressed against my back as the woman is making the phone call.

After awkwardly waiting for her to leave, I make my way to room 109. Once I stand in front of the door, I take my time to think all of this through, but I have a hard time doing so. My head is filled with memories of my family, leaving no space for any rational thoughts.
As tears start filling my eyes, I scream, kicking the door down with all strength I have in my leg. The cheap wooden door is now completely destroyed, giving me free entrance. Since I'm making so much noise, Jinx should be here any second, and I'm prepared. I'm armed. Ready to shoot her brains out.

I hear steps coming from the bathroom.
… There she is. She instantly stops when she spots me.

"Shocked to see me?", I ask her, surprised to hear this much confidence in my own voice.
"Olivia...?", she manages to breathe out.
"Expected your sister, huh?", I start yelling, raising my voice more as I speak, "Well, I'm sorry to tell your dumbass that you sent the text to the wrong person."

She can't even look into my eyes. She's staring at the rifle, her lips parted and the shock written all over her face. Now that I start paying attention, she seems to be very ill. Her face is extremely pale, her lips have no colour either. Not to mention she's not fucking saying anything. The whole room reeks of vomit. Is this how she gets when she's about to go on a rampage? Or is this real? As time passes, I realize more and more that I don't know this person at all.
"Talk to me, bitch!", I scream, the tears now streaming down my face.

I step closer to her, holding the gun tightly in my hands, ready to pull the trigger at any second.
Jinx raises her hands defencelessly. She looks even more disgusting up close. This is the person who murdered my family. This pathetic piece of shit.

Without realizing it, I've forced Jinx into a corner, the rifle poking her in her chest. Finally, she is making eye contact, still looking absolutely terrified.

"Where's Vi?", She asks quietly.
"Are you deaf? I just told you she wasn't the one receiving the message."

I am grinding my teeth in anger. I would just shoot her and get it over with, but there are so many things I want to tell her before I kill her.

"I told her to come...", she whispers, now facing the ground.

I can see the tears forming in her eyes. God fucking damn it. Fuck this bullshit.

"Are you seriously playing the victim now?", I continue yelling at her, "You're the murderer here! You took so many innocent lives!"

I roughly poke the gun into her with every sentence, making her flinch each time.

"Now what? you're going to take mine? An eye for an eye, huh?"

With that, she stares me directly in the eyes. The glare is giving me chills.

"Yes... It's what you deserve," I respond hesitantly, my voice shaking slightly.
"Then do it."

I feel my legs shaking. She's right. Do it. Pull the trigger. What are you waiting for?

"I'm waiting. Shoot me."