Time to do POV writing cuz that's just how I feel like writing atm. For those worried there will be shit happening between people soon, but you gotta develop dem relationships mane. Lore is pretty clear about what the hell is happening in Piltover and I've got to work a story into the universe that's already there. BUT ANYWAY..enjoy this much larger (and twist…ier?) chapter.

I could not catch a fucking break recently could I? I had been trying to sleep off the exhaustion from…whatever yesterday was but no. I get to sleep and barely an hour after (a fucking hour!) the communicator goes off.

BZZZZZZZZ

I almost wince when it explodes on the wall next to me. Teach that shit to wake me up! I start drifting off to sleep and as such don't quite have the sensory ability I usually have; Like hearing a certain officer demand that I come out "Right this instant!" Well that's what I tell her when she picks the lock and orders me to get dressed immediately.

"What the actual fuck do you want now Cupcake?" I can quite literally see steam shooting out of her ears. "What do I want NOW!? MAYBE YOU TO GET UP AND DO YOUR FUCKING JOB VICTORIA!" I saw red. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT MEANT TO MEAN" I can't believe she actually just called me Victoria. She knew I hated being called Victoria. Also when did I not do my job? I slaved my damn ass off for Piltover's citizens.

Caitlyn breathed deeper for a few moments to calm herself. Or that's what I thought she was doing. "Look I didn't mean that-" I snorted. Fucking sure.

"Let."

"Me."

"Finish."

Every word was emphasised with an almost military stomp towards me. I smile, "That's almost intimidating Cupcake". She visibly bristled at the cutesy inflection I put on the nickname. I almost felt bad for how pissed she looked until I saw an almost suspicious looking smile appear on her face. Suspicious smile full blown now her entire body stiffened in to a familiar pose. Now that was intimidating, that stiff and military pose was only ever used when she recited the rights to criminals or in situations where she had to be emotionless.

"I really thought this would be harder" My heart skipped a beat. Was this what I thought it was? I felt my heartbeat skyrocket and my hands form themselves into fists. "You are hereby relieved from duty; your office has already been stripped of all belongings and they are awaiting your pickup" I was speechless. The words "You are hereby relieved from duty" kept repeating themselves over and over again in my head. Where had I gone wrong? What had I done to deserve this? How did it get this far before I knew about it? Questions came one after the other like nails in the proverbial coffin, seeming to resonate with a sense of finality. However self-pity was only something I allowed myself while alone and that emotion was quickly replaced with overwhelming wrath.

Caitlyn turned up her nose like she always did when something was beneath her and stiffly informed me of exactly when to pick up my belongings. Well, I think she said that. Whatever she said it didn't register, my heart was beating so hard that I couldn't hear anything through the rushing sounds in my ear. Through the red haze that had become my vision I saw her visibly soften and walk over to hug me. "I'm sor-" "Get the fuck off me" I managed to growl out a warning before she touched me. She looked hurt at that, it annoys me greatly that guilt still washed over me at that expression. She reached a hand over to caress my face, or that's probably what she went for. "If you want that han-"

"FINE" She jerked back and uttered one word that sounded like the last note in a depressing song and left. Walked right out of the door, spine as stiff as a rod. Bitch. The "fine" bounced around my brain like a boulder, destroying any sane thoughts I had.

"She took it badly…" She started sobbing, goddamn that made me hesitate. But oh so luckily for my heart a certain Dickbag of Tomorrow intervened. The next words I heard though set me right the fuck off.

"She never deserved you anyway honey and besid-" The rest of that sentence never graced the night air. As it happened my fist (non-gauntleted, weapons weren't personal enough for this little dispute) was good at smashing through doors and faces, as it proved by doing both at that moment. Jayce went flying down the stairs directly outside my apartment and I quite literally walked through the remnants of my door.

"You beast, what if you hurt him" I was hit by what you would probably call an epiphany at that moment. This is not where I belonged. Beast? Ha. This was how real people sorted issues out, after beating my hatred on him I would have taken him for a drink at the pub (if he wasn't Jayce). This wasn't me, all these rules and regulations and non-destructible environments. And of fucking course I hurt him, I punched through a door into his face. I turned to Caitlyn and managed to say what would be my only intelligible words of the entire night.

"Fuck this. Fuck Jayce. Fuck rules. Fuck not breaking shit in my way and most of fucking all….Fuck you Caitlyn"

Wow. That was, for lack of a better word, invigorating. But the most refreshing part of this whole night was when Caitlyn reacted to that sentence by running down the stairs- Crying and wailing the whole way- and I not so much as blinked. Fuck that felt good. Not the feeling of not caring for someone (was probably going to miss that); just the feeling of not caring for someone that just kind of enjoys your company. Someone who was nice to you but that's it. Someone who couldn't admit to what they fucking had until it bit them right on the hand that fed it. And Vi was going to fucking bite tonight.

My inner gears stopped turning on the re-arrival of the DoT, with his battle armour on and his hammer at the ready. I smiled, wouldn't even need my gauntlets on a day like today. Rage fuelled my fists and all but rendered me immune to pain.

What followed next was forever known as the Day Piltover Lost Its Greatest Enforcer…and its only hero. Sure Caitlyn may have kept the streets clean, but that was through a hatred of criminals. She never truly wanted to help people. Jayce was an arrogant fool who liked the attention and admiration only a hero could obtain. Ezreal was too busy crawling in crypts for ancient tomes to be a hero (and his Taric issue was frowned upon by the snobs). Vi was the only one in Piltover that did it purely out of a sense of justice and that day she was gone.

What followed next was also known as the Day the Enforcer Broke a Fucking Building or Two but that's another story.

I sprinted all the way home crying as I had from the moment Vi had rejected me. I flung open the door and slammed it hard enough I actually saw cracks in the wall around it. I practically flew to my bed and shoved my face into my pillows so that my screams would only be heard by me. It had to be done. IT HAD TO BE DONE!

She was a nuisance. She caused more trouble than she fixed. She cast a bad image on the force. Why did all these feel like excuses I was making for a crime I had committed? Why did heart stop beating when she heard me say it? Why had I thought myself ready for this?

Fuck!

I felt like someone had quite literally grabbed my heart and cut patterns into the thing with a crooked nail; And then ground salt into it. Why did this hurt so much? I knew she was going to react badly, I knew her well enough to expect something along these lines happening. But never this far. I had mentally prepared for a verbal abusing, even had Jayce outside if it turned physical. But the look in her eyes when I said "you beast" was quite literally the single most heartbreaking moment of my entire life. My parents died in a mugging but when that brawler had looked me in the eyes and rejected me wholly as a person, I broke. It had seemed to be so heartbreaking that time itself stood still in a silent testament to the pain I would have to suffer when it was over. As if the universe itself wanted to allow me some breather time before the words came. I saw it in her eyes. I saw something break at that exact moment. Like some great sufferance in her life just vanished. I braced myself for what was to come but it was like hiding under a table when a nuke strikes. So futile it's almost morbidly funny. Fuck but she had to know it wasn't my decision! I couldn't allow personal preference to influence my judgement. That's how I had always stayed on the top. She would understand! She just needed some time. Even coming out of my own brain the words just bounced hollowly across my thoughtscape. It was gone. Whatever it was. It was gone.

The "fuck you" just seemed to appear everywhere I looked. How could one sentence rend my heat so brutally?

I fought giggles back from my vantage point on the window directly outside the Sheriffs room. She had it coming though. The waking call had been a long time coming. "So Fishbones, should we leave her alone at this moment of great distress?" Still fighting giggles I nonetheless waited politely for a response, after all a rocket launcher of his power demanded respect! And with such a beautiful maker too! "-and also it is probably wise to check up on Vi if the cries coming from that poor girls mouth are any indication of h-" "OH SHIT" I jumped with feline grace to the streets below and started sprinting towards Vi's place. "ThankyousomuchforremindingmeFishbonesimeanseriouslyifyouhadntthe-" "Please stop, just run"

I smiled. "Thanks"

I had been running like my life depended on it for quite a while before I realised that I was running in my usual attire. You know deadly terrorist attire? With absolutely no police problems? Just cuz the Sheriff was out didn't mean the rest of the boys stopped working did it?

Then the penny dropped. "Vi IS IN MASSIVE FUCKINGTROUBLEOHGODFUCKGOTTAGOFAST"

Fuck I loved being able to do this. "Fishbones its ride time" I shouted it like a little boy waiting for a turn on the rollercoaster and Fishbones just chuckled as he released my favourite type of transportation. Deadly Rocket Numero Uno! Didn't understand all the o's in it but hey, sounded fancy as fuck. Anyway back to the issue. I felt it before I seen it. A massive air turbulence that threatened to throw me off the rocket as easily as a child might throw a teddy bear. Or I might throw a certain officer of the law. Or maybe as eas- FUCK!

Time to focus!

Bad shit was going down. Anyway. The air current that had almost killed me very quickly revealed its source. A building falling down. An apartment complex. Falling. Down. This was like out of my fucking dreams. Like I had down that twice before and never in Piltover. Gods above it looked SO COOL! Off point but srs. HOW FUCKING AWESOME.

Anyway, God I say that a lot. ANYWAY. Time to think about what I was thinking about. Right. Awesome frieking explosion. Wait it wasn't even an explosion that caused the fall was it? The trajectory was all wrong and the creaking of the building was to….timbre. Most definitely some sort of building damage. I was puzzling it out before a knowing smile graced my lips.

"WELL FUCK ME DEAD IF I'M WRONG FISHY BUT I'M PRETTY SURE THAT'S HANDIWORK OF MY BEAUTIFUL VIXEN FATHANDS"

Fuck that was good. Shit was going down exactly how I wanted it. I planned nothing (same as usual) but it had seemed to work out (same as usual). Vi finally had seen what I had seen in her. She didn't fit to this life. Like a jigsaw piece that's little bits where too big. GET IT! FATHA-fuck it.

Anyway. She had finally cottoned on. Maybe she would finally join me?

As I neared the building my first glimpse of the heroine was a fist (no gauntlets?) shooting through a wall before the rest of her followed it like some kind of wrecking ball. Right behind her was Jayce the DICKHEAD OF TOMORROW! It looked like for once they had needed to work together to achieve…what's the word again? Let's settle for not death. Anyway it seemed they worked together a little because Jayce threw his hammer down in a characteristic Power Slam which flung out a wave of air powerful enough to cushion both of the hero's falls to slightly less than fatal. Slightly. Unluckily for Jayce (and Vi's poor poor muscles) Vi stood right the fuck up and threw him into the street. Landing next to him like a tiger to kill its prey, albeit a tiger that looked fucking pissed as all HAYELL! Vi must have broken as many bones as Jayce had in that fall but though he walked with a limp in a direction most assuredly away from the pink haired vixen she just sprinted into the CRAZIEST AWESOME KUNG FU KICK SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN!

Anyway. Basically he went through a wall and didn't stand back up. Vi just grunted. This wasn't good. Although she was doing what I had hoped she would do she kinda looked really bad. Like emotionally suicidal bad. Like "If the cops come I'll kill them and die in a blaze of bullets" kind of bad. And that was bad. I must've made some worried noise or something because she looked up at me and frowned. Apparently now was not the time for me. Because she straight up walked into the bar next to her to avoid my gaze. And judging by the sound coming from within grabbed herself some expensive (and most probably strong) alcohol.

Well then. It was probably for the best that I left. But she looked soooooooooo bad. I felt so terrible seeing her walk in that bar. I WASN'T A COMFORTING PERSON. AND SHE WAS SUPER MURDER-Y RIGHT NOW AND FUCK!

Her face haunted me for the rest of that sleepless night.

How could one expression rend her heart so brutally?

OK OK rest assured that good fluffy chapters are incoming with romance and shit. But something was going to have to happen that kind of made sense. And yes you will get to hear official reasons why cait layed vi off. Soonish.

Shout out to all those that didn't attempt to break their screens after seeing my attempt at writing Jinx POV but im pre sure that's practically her mind but a little more sadistic. ADHD and stuff.

Anyway. Thanks for reading

End is totes in sight bro's.