"Oh god, not again."
Suddenly, a very muscular, tattooed arm snaked out from an alcove in the dirty brick wall and grabbed her arm, pulling on blue braids, quickly dragging her into the depths. Her laughter turned to screams, abruptly cutting off as the burly stranger grabbed her throat. The last thing I saw before she was completely obscured by the darkness were her glowing pinkish eyes slowly closing, and a glint of malicious joy in the man's single eye.
As he makes his escape into the sewers, the sound of his mocking laughter echoes through the confined space.
The really fucked up part is that I've been laughing with him the whole time.
...
Vi woke up on the cold ground of her apartment with a wide grin still plastered to her face; a grin that almost immediately disappeared upon realizing that she was lying on a floor drenched in blood. The bodies of her former gangmates littered the room like discarded soda cans.
As she struggled to her feet under the weight of her gauntlets, a wave of nausea smashed into her just like she had smashed into Jimmy. It took her a few minutes to stop spewing long enough to even begin to remember what had happened the previous night.
When she finally collected her thoughts, a fresh wave of panic and nausea hit her. She had killed just about everyone she had any ties to in a fit of homicidal rage during a complete break from reality. The memory of her own laughter echoed through her brain, making her fear for herself.
"Am I crazy? Like the kind of crazy you need to be locked up for? Hextech save me, I just literally punched a fuckin' guy's head off," she soliloquized. "To be fair, they all had it coming. Especially C." With a gasp, she recalled the revelation that her sister was possibly still alive.
Without a backward glance, she grabbed her pack and tore out of her ruined building without even sloughing off some of the blood that felt like it was seeping beneath her skin.
...
The youngest Sheriff that Piltover had ever had was having a hard time keeping her lunch down in front of her lieutenants. Never before had a set of murders like this occurred under her jurisdiction. The dramatic nature of the multiple homicide only added to her mixture of terror and disgust.
The entire room had been flooded with several inches of deep red blood from six corpses that looked as though a giant had crumpled them up and thrown them away.
Beneath her horror, an undercurrent of excitement gave her hands tremors. Finally, a crime beyond the mindless theft and smuggling endemic to Piltover, worthy of the full power of her investigative genius.
"Finally."