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[Vi's POV]

"We got you now," I hiss, pressing my face against the bars in the little window.

I can see her sitting on her bed, staring at the floor. They shaved her head. She looks like a completely different person without her long, blue hair. Her shaved head, the hospital gown and her skinny figure make her look like a fucking lunatic – which is exactly what she is.

"You lost. We got you," I say again.
"Fucking congrats," I hear her groan.

She must be on a shitton of meds. I watched the doctors inject her with two different sedatives – and even that seemed barely enough to restrain her.

"Are you proud? Proud that you got your own sister locked up?", she asks, stumbling over her words and slurring them.
"What?"

What is she talking about now?
And even more important, why am I worrying about what she's saying? She's a complete nutjob, she's delusional. And on top of that, she's high on all the meds right now.

"You don't remember?"

I see her get up from her bed, tumbling towards the door. She wraps each her hands around one of the bars in the window. She leans as close as possible with that thick metal door between the two of us. Her bloodshot eyes and the dark shadows underneath them – just the sheer expression on her face freaks me the fuck out. Even though I know she can't hurt me now, I take a step back.

"Your real name is Violet. You were born in Zaun. And you have a twin sister. Me."
"Bullshit. If you're trying to make me help you get out, it's not working."

I force a laugh, but the expression on her face remains serious.

"Our mother was a drug addict and she barely ever took care of us. And then there was our father..."

Pictures in my mind. Memories.
No. She's lying. She has to be.

"Both of them were abusive. And one day, when we were nine, I killed them in self defence and we ran away together. I saved both our lives that day. We only had each other, and all those years we spent on the streets..."

She lowers her head for a while, and when she looks back up, I can see tears streaming down her face. Her voice is shaking and breaking when she continues talking.

"All these years I never told you the truth. He raped me, Vi. Over and over again, for years. And I let it happen, because I thought if I obey him, he would spare you. But then, one day, he was going to touch you and I snapped."

She pauses for a minute, sobbing loudly. Every fibre of my body wants to believe that she's lying, but...
I want to run. Run and never return to this place, forget that any of this ever happened.

"We protected each other with our lives on the street. I repressed all the memories – kinda like you did. I forgot it happened. We met a group of young people at some point and joined their street gang. It wasn't easy but it was the happiest time of our lives. Until..."

Oh dear fucking God, there's more.

"One day, after a party, I was raped again, by a stranger. I blacked out and when I regained consciousness,... I had killed all of our friends and you were gone. I just wanted to find you... I ran into the woods and... lost my mind," she finishes her story.

I just stare at her. Her hands are still wrapped around the bars, but she has lowered her head so I can't see her face. He sobs are what's filling the empty hospital halls.
And then, I run. Run like I've never ran before, out of the hospital, tears streaming down my face.
I remember now.

~l~

I remember it clear as day. The day I visited Jinx in the hospital after we had arrested her. The memories are running through my head like a movie as I'm looking at the scene that's in front of me.

She's holding Caitlyn's gun and aiming it at Olivia who is curled up on the floor. Caitlyn is shaking with what seems to be both fury and fear. I had believed we could handle this, but now that she has a gun, everything seems lost.

"Freeze! Police!", one of my colleagues yells out, aiming his gun at her.
"Don't...", I whisper.

Jinx lowers the rifle and turns to look at us.
We're here with full force. Everyone who was on duty ran to their cars after we received the call. Thirty people, if not more.
And yet, I feel like we're outnumbered.

"Good to see you, Cait," Jinx says, in an almost singing voice, "You want this back?"

She raises the rifle.
Driven by anger, Caitlyn takes a step forward, I hold her back.

"Hey, don't be mad at me. Blame this pathetic little thing right here," Jinx says, kicking Olivia, who groans in pain in response.

Something inside me snaps.

"Stop!", I yell, "You don't want to hurt her, do you? You do lover her, after all."

Jinx doesn't respond, but lowers the rifle a bit more.

"You love her. You don't want her hurt."
"What are you doing?", Caitlyn whispers.

I don't respond. In all honesty, I have no idea what I'm doing. But it seems to be working. Jinx is staring down at the body at her feet, no longer aiming at her.

After a while, she looks up.

"You," she points at Caitlyn, "Help her get up. Bring her to the hospital."

Hesitantly, Cait starts stepping forward. Jinx aims the rifle at her, following her every step.
Caitlyn reaches Olivia, helps her get to her feet and walks her out of the church, all with Jinx aiming at them.
Once Caitlyn and Olivia have left, Jinx, once again, lowers the gun.

"So," I say, with my voice shaking while taking slow, careful steps towards her, "What was in that text message you sent her?"
"I meant to send it to you," Jinx responds quietly, her head lowered, "I needed you. I had a complete fucking meltdown and I needed you. I was puking for an hour straight, I thought I was going to die."

I hear her sob. She's crying.
I can feel all of my colleagues standing behind me, aiming their guns at her, ready to shoot.
I don't want them to shoot. I don't want anyone else to die tonight.

"It's okay. I'm here now," I say in a calm voice, still moving forward.

I've almost reached her.

"It's too late now."

I hear a shot, feel a sharp pain in my upper abdomen, and then all I see is black.