I sat on the uncomfortable mass of springs, metal bars, and thin woven rubber and fabric that was apparently supposed to be my 'bed'. No way...my real bed was way more uncomfortable. I tried to ingore the skitzophrenic maniac that was in the cell next to me. We were both major threats, apparently, so they put us on the same cell level. Some people might take the phrase 'major threat' as in insult, but not me, it just feeds my ego.

The annyoing sociopath kept talking to her rocket launcher. And not just talking. No, it couldn't be normal at all. She had to be bickering with it in that annoying, high-pitched voice and the obviously-fake, deep voice that followed to respond. And she wasn't bickering with her rocket launcher about anything normal, no, she had to be bickering with it about how many bullets could a poro eat before its head exploded into asexual confetti. Then she tried to bring her mini-gun into the conversation. But apparently it's mute. NO FREAKING DUH! IT'S AN INANIMATE OBJECT YOU FREAKING IDIOT!

And what the fuck is up with her getting to keep her weapons, and me not getting to keep mine. Probably made her weapons useless by removing parts, mine, well fuck, they were probably too damn complicated for those dumbasses to figure out.

"Will you please just shut the hell up." Fucking bitch is getting on my nerves.

"Why would I do that?"

Bitch, you're about to cross the line. Again.

"Because if you don't, then I am going to grab your vocal cords out through your throat and stuff them down your rocket launcher and shoot your own freaking vocal cords at you with your own freaking weapon."

The little maniac's face lit up with glee. Of course she found torture and death threats fun. Of course she found them enjoyable. Of course she found the freaking thought of herself being tortured as 'fun'. Of all the lunatics and highly-less annoying criminals and murderers, Caitlyn had to stick me with this one. She might play it off as 'it was the only cell availble', or 'they were very conveinent cell locations to keep an eye on her #1 threats,' but no, those are all lies. I pissed Caitlyn off and I was already on her bad side, so now I deal with the punishment. I said she wasn't my real friend and I was ri-

"Hey fathands!" Went that fucking high-pitched voice, fucking interrupting me, for like the fucking 27th time.

"What?" Full of venom. Good.

"You know...without your gauntlets I can't really call you fathands..." Her voice trailed off, giving me just enough time to leave a remark. "Your point being?" Even more venom. Better.

"Wellllll...I really like to call you fathands..." Just fucking get to the point the point already. "Oh, what a shame...and here I was beginning to think it would be something stupid."

"Welllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll...the only way for me to able to call you fathands again and for you to play-off enjoying it," she paused and leaned in closer to the tiny slot between our cell walls. Also courtesy of Caitlyn...apparently she thought I would need company...and that is was for my 'own good', as if. "...*Evil smile* Is for us to get your gauntlets back."

Well that's fucking obvious.

"Oh yeah? And how do you plan to execute this 'genius' idea?"

"Well how much can you bench press?"

"650...725...give or take a few more pounds." (Authors note: Vi with her gauntlets weighs about 8140 pounds, according to Riot but gah...that's so much so I changed it.)

"Oh...you're stronger than you look...well...ima thinking you break down your door and then you break down mine...and then I will help you get your gauntlets back." Stronger than I look? Says the, surprisingly hard to crunch, human chicken bone? Damn right I'm strong, bitch.

"Okay first off, our doors weigh 'bout 1000 pounds each, twerp, and are made of solid steel."

"But I th-"

"And second of all...even if I did get out I would never help you. You're a freaking manical, perverted, scummy, crazy person." I interrupted, not giving her time to say anything else stupid or crazy.

"I'm not crazy, my reality is just different from yours." She said it with such sincerity, such sureness, like that my reality wasn't real. Sometimes I wish it wasn't real, but sadly not the case.

"Uh-hmmmm...yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night, twerp."

"Deal or no deal?"

I pondered a few seconds in thought. Caitlyn would surely get hurt. But she hurt me. So it only makes sense that I hurt her. Besides..when did I ever care about crime? I just like to hit people, and law enforcement gives-no, gave me a reason.

"Deal."

"YAY!" Jinx threw her arms up in the air and did some weird dance thingy-mabob.

Oh god...I am going to regret this aren't I? Yes, yes I am. But I regret alot of things in my life...but so far I'm not dead yet... If Caitlyn knew what I was thinking and doing she would have me locked up right on the spot...but she already locked me up...so what do i have to lose? Well my life but that doesn't really matter right n-

"GOOD! Now, bust through your door...and then through mine." She yelled with renewed (if it ever left) insanely, determined vigor. "With what?" I questioned, doubtful that it was gonna be anything plausible. "Your fists." *Face Palm*

Who is this physcotic idiot? No really, who is she, for reals?

"Hey twerp."

"Yus?"

"What's your name?"

"I uh-uhhhh...Jinx...yeah! My name is Jinx!"

Makes sense...but it's still a stupid name if you ask me. Probably a nickname. A stupid nickname.

"Well that's stupid."

"And your name is Vi right?" Lucky guess...

First time she called me by my real name sincerly...nope. I still hate her alot with a 0% chance of ever liking her stupid bitch self.

"Soooooooooooo Viiii...well what else can we do to get out?"

I spotted a camera in my cell. And I'm not going to go on a freaking murder spree, so if I had one...then that means that manical serial killer (AKA Jinx) in the cell next to mine must have one too, right? Right. Well, looks like our 'Genius' escape plan is down the drain, and by genius i mean absolute insanity and ignorance. Just as well. If I had to spend one more minute without something seperating her and I, then I would become the murderer. I won't tell her, it's not even worth wasting my breath on.


10 minutes later:

"IF YOU DON'T SHUT THE HELL UP NOW, I WILL FUCKING CUT OFF YOUR FUCKING BRAIDS AND FUCKING HANG YOU WITH THEM!"

"Why? My plans are absolute genius."

"No! NO THEY AREN'T!"

"Yes they are, fathands, you are just too dense to comprehend them."

"I'm not saying I am some freaking academic alpha bitch or something, but in what world is building an army of monkey dolls out of mashed potatoes and concrete to break down this wall, a good idea?"

"Oh fathands, you're so cute when you get angry."

That stupid remark made me angry. Like furious. Anddddddddd realllllllllly frustrated. But it also kinda made me blush. I know she was just mocking me. But a compliment is a compliment right? No. It pisses me off. It's so freaking belittling and down-sizing. And just so freaking...just so freaking...GAWH! IT'S SOMETHING AND I DON'T LIKE IT AND IT MAKES ME WANT TO CHOKE HER TO DEATH.

"Cute...huh? You know what would be cute to me? Beating you to a bloody pulp with my bare hands."

"Well you'll have to catch me first." Her voice sounded kinda suggestive...hmmph...creepy. Mental brain wipe of all things that have to do with her commencing in 3..2..Now.

Oh damn...it didn't work.

"Why catch you when I can kill you at lunch time later?"

She didn't smile at this. Finally.

She kinda looked sad? ...afraid? ...annoyed? ...frustrated? ...angry? ...disappointed? Good. Serves her right.

The room was silent for about 2 minutes and then the skitzofrenic conversations with her rocket launcher started up again. Kill me now...


2 Weeks Later...

It was night time. I was sleepng on my Piltover Prison approved bed staring at my Piltover Prison approved clock that said 3:03 AM. They make us get up at 6 AM so I went to be around 1:00 PM just to make my point. No way am I getting up at that time. No way am I doing anything they want. I will not rat out the bootlegger of the prison (apparently it's a yordle..who woulda thunk it?) No way will I not drink the bootlegged alchohal. No way will I stop trying to create my own ciggarettes. No way will I stop starting prison fights...he took my pudding...he paid the price. No way would I eveeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnn think about cooperating with the guards. No way will I stop trying to kill Jinx. No way will I stop flipping off the cameras when I see them. No way will I stop contemplating what Caitlyn is thinking...or seeing...or hearing...I hope she heard all my insults to her and saw all those middle fingers to the cameras that were meant for her.

No way will I stop thinking about her...'my friend'...'my partner'...that betrayed me all because I got a bit out of line and said I would rather be in jail. Maybe she took it seriously? Because jail would be a whole lot better without Jinx. I was serious until I found out she was in the cell next to mine. But rea-

The screeching sound of my door being unlocked and slid open bounced off the walls of my tiny living space. Who is it? Did Jinx really find a way out? No, I could here her snoring...and sleep-mumbling. Well then must be the cops..or that guy who I kicked the crap out of. Whoever it was didn't deserve the respect for me to actually sit up and show that I cared.

"Vi." I know that voice..that aristocratic voice. That was Caitlyn's voice.