This chapter is gonna focus a lot of development with basically everyone. I promise you though that the deadly duo is gonna cause some chaos soon enough. Hope you enjoy!

Flashback

Chris stared at the wall in front of him, back pressed against the cold pavement that made up his cell. His eyes traced the cracks and scrapes on the wall in front of him, trying to give his mind something to do. It had been at least two weeks since his incident with the torturer and he had barely seen another person other than the occasional guard bringing him food and small amounts of water.

He tensed up as he heard footsteps coming down the hall towards his cell, he was one of the only prisoners so the chance that they were coming for him wasn't slim. He had learned over the years how to time things easily, and it definitely wasn't the time he was fed.

He dropped his legs to the ground and sat up, staring eagerly at the bars blocking off his cell. Before long a figure came into his view, the last person he was expecting. A girl he had come to know as Morgan, someone he had worked with frequently as of late. Someone he had even formed a bit of a fling with.

His heart lit up immediately, hope formed and filled him up at the sight of her. He sprang up, rushing to the bars of his cell and grabbing onto them.

"Morgan! I'm so happy to see you, are you here to break me out?" He asked, his voice filled with joy. Morgan just looked at him with a sad expression; confusing Chris.

He jumped as he heard a laugh a few feet away, someone else approaching the cell. "Her name isn't Morgan, kid." He sneered. It was the man from the museum, the one who had brought him in.

His stomach dropped. "What're you talking about?" He turned to Morgan. "Morgan?" He had never sounded so pathetic in his life.

"Her name's Caitlyn. The sheriff of Piltover." He grinned at him. "She's the one who baited you to the museum."

He couldn't stop his jaw from literally dropping from the shock. How could she do that to him? He actually trusted her. He never trusted anyone in his business, how could he be so foolish? He backed away from the bars and stared at them, still in shock.

"C-"

"No!" He yelled. "Don't saying anything to me." His voice lowered.

"Just thought I'd make you watch me pay your girlfriend here for taking you down. Couldn't have done it without her months of undercover work." He looked at her with pride. Chris just glared at her in hate. Caitlyn couldn't even look at him. She took the money from the man and walked away, casting one last look at Chris.

"I hope you both burn in hell." He growled, falling back onto his "bed". "I can't wait to meet you there and tear you a new one."

Present

Chris woke up in the best way he thought possible, with a naked Jinx pressed against him. She was sleeping, one of the only times she wasn't constantly moving. He smiled as he watched her in a peaceful state and cherished it. He knew it was only a matter of time before she woke up and started driving him crazy again.

He wrapped his arms around waist and cherished the feeling of her skin on his. He felt her start to stir and loosened his grip a bit. She opened her eyes and turned to him, grinning immediately. She kissed him, giving his bottom lip a light bite.

"Morning pretty boy." She greeted happily. She sprang out of bed and started gathering clothes. She wore her previous outfit from last night, her usual outfit was at the warehouse. He watched her with a smile as she started to get dressed, soaking in every bit of her body he could. After a minute or two he got up as well and got dressed quickly.

He walked up to her as she started getting food to satisfy her never-ending appetite and smacked her ass as he joined her.

She squeaked at his sudden gesture. "Watch it!" She turned to him pouting. "If aren't careful I'm gonna blow you up!" She pointed at him, jabbing his chest.

He put his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay!" He chuckled. They sat down and ate their breakfast. He finished quickly so he could run to the warehouse to put the food away and get Jinx's usually clothes, even if he preferred her current outfit.

Flashback

Seven days, one week. One week since Caitlyn had been paid and he was ready to escape this place. He had worked out a way in his head and it was time to act. He'd rather go down swinging than be locked up in a place like this until he shriveled up and died. He took a deep breath as the guard approached with his food and zoned out all thoughts that weren't important.

The guard approached the bars and saw Chris just standing in his cell, looking at him without a care in the world. He had figured out that this guard had quite the temper and didn't think very often. He was the key to his escape for sure.

He kept staring at the guard who was quickly annoyed.

"The fuck are you looking at kid?" He slammed his fist against the cell bars.

Chris added a cheeky grin to his look, which was enough to set the guard off.

"Alright you better back the fuck up before I get in there and beat you to a pulp!" He shouted, spit flying from his large mouth. Chris took a step forward, the opposite of what was asked of him.

The guard glared at him and reached for his keys. "Alright that's it you're dead meat!" He shouted as he opened the cell violently, stepping towards Chris angrily only to be kneed in the stomach and slammed on the back shortly after.

Chris kicked the man hard to make sure he was out and bolted out of the cell. He turned a quick corner and was face to face with two guards, swords in hand. They charged him immediately, Chris grabbed the wrist of the first after dodging to the side to avoid the blade. He twisted the wrist hard enough for the guard to drop his sword, Chris catching it and blocking a swing from the other guard. He quickly slashed the second guard across the chest and the first in the throat.

He took off, trying to guess where the exit might be. He turned a corner and was faced with three more guards. He delivered killing blows to all three of them as they tried to rush him one at a time. Blood stained his clothes as he continued to run madly throughout the prison searching for an exit.

After a few more turns he managed to find what he had been searching for this whole time. The exit. The problem was, there were also around twenty guards between him and the exit. He sighed, and dropped his weapons; knowing they still wouldn't kill him.

At least now he knew where the exit was.

Present

"So I was thinking" Chris started as he entered Jinx's room. Jinx turned to look at him from her food. "We need to do some huge."

Jinx tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"We need to blow something up or break something huge. Bigger than ever." She grinned at him.

"Are you saying you're finally gonna throw caution to the wind and be even more fun?" She jumped in the air excitedly.

"More or less." He said, smiling at her.

She ran towards him and nearly tackled him, hugging him tightly. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She shouted happily. "What did you have in mind pretty boy?" She asked, pulling away a bit so she could look up at him, arms still wrapped around his neck.

"We should destroy the city."

I hope you guys enjoyed, sorry if this chapter was a little anti-climatic but the next one will be the start of what you've all been waiting for. I'm really glad to see some of the people that have read this story since I started it are still here and I appreciate that you're still reading it. See you soon!

-Lance