Vi sighed, her cold aquamarine gaze slowly wandering across the barred windows and ominous looking doorway, the chilling atmosphere surrounding the abandoned building only adding to the crippling feeling of dread emanating from the decaying property, its overwhelming aura practically brimming with negative energy both freezing the pink haired enforcer's guts and confirming the pinkette's previous assumption that, yeah, there was definitely something wrong and despicable living inside those faded cracked walls, and it was clearly furious.
Could it actually be a ghost or evil entity? Some kind of wraith or lesser greed demon perhaps, feeding off the negative emotions of the people living close to its vicinity? The pink haired enforcer couldn't really tell without further investigating the matter, but all the weird noises and loud creaks occasionally escaping from somewhere behind the dirty stained windows and unkempt garden of the house only seemed to further add up to the superstitious woman's uneasiness.
The whole neighborhood seemed silent today, motionless, almost lifeless, with one word anticipatory, a dark gathering storm of hate, malice and bottled up emotions ready to break out at any second. The air around the old house usually thick with tension, was now seemingly electrified, forewarning of terrible deeds that had yet to take place.
Never before had Vi actually witnessed such a thick potent blanket of miasma slowly creeping through the cracks of a haunted property or such foul unnatural gusts of wind howling over the ratty rug and the torn curtains of the windows making them twist and turn like mad specters dancing under the pale twilight.
The brownish stains across the pavement uncannily reminding Vi of bloody drag marks left to dry under the fiery gaze of some malicious entity instead of the purifying illuminating rays of the sun, and the enormous gatherings of white eyed crows perched upon every visible power line were other obvious clues that something was terribly wrong in this neighborhood.
So here she was, calmly staring at the old haunted property, crystal blue orbs hard like steel, her determined gaze silently piercing through the inky black shadows as the seconds slowly turned to minutes and even thought the seconds kept ticking by, Vi never attempted to avert her eyes from the crumbling building, keeping her gaze locked on the dirty stained glass and the faint fog and the shadowy forms squirming amongst the dusty furniture. Silently daring the dark entities to abandon the safety of their shadows and bravely crawl into the light to face her. The faintest traces of angel blood circulating inside her veins, an earsplitting warning against all the skulking forms of undeath and ghosts or sinister spirits stupid enough to threaten the residents of her precious city.
Piltover, the bright gem of humanity, the triumph of science over war and destruction. The shinning pinnacle of technological advancement and beacon of hope for all of humanity. A city overflowing with neon lights and shiny sophisticated machinery, but even so robots and constructs didn't actually build this city. No, It was built by teachers and doctors, scholars and scientists, normal human beings that sweated and bled and shed an unlimited amount of tears while striving for a better future. And Vi is no stranger to pain and hardships, so she can respect that. She wants to protect that dream, preserve it, nurture it even, she wants to defend those precious souls and their dreams and this city that houses them.
A few conversing pedestrians leisurely walk down the street, a bright silver hexmobile swiftly passes her by, Pentakill's booming sound resonating from its stereo. An elderly woman walking her dog suddenly stops and shoots the fearless enforcer a scrutinizing look that would have probably made Jayce instantly bow down and apologize, but Vi just ignores those distractions, pale cyan irises momentary shining a radiant gold before promptly returning back to their normal sky blue color.
Suddenly without any warning at all or apparent reason the temperature around the block abruptly starts rising, the rusty swing hanging in the garden abruptly freezes midswing and harmlessly drops back on the ground, the ragged curtains previously fluttering all over the place now just collapse on top of the windowsills and the jumbled whispers emanating from the basement seem to dim down considerably before finally fading completely.
The enforcer just waits for a few more seconds, sparing the old building a final glance before turning her back to it and calmly walking away, her shoulders stiff and body tense, limbs numb with exhaustion, her usually proud straight back now hunched almost facing the sun as if the pinkette is carrying the weight of the entire universe.
Vi just grumbles, she has to check at least three more hotspots of supernatural activity before she can finally hit the sack and her new shift starts in less than five hours from now. Shit, Caitlyn is probably going to start yelling at her again when she inevitably falls asleep while doing her paperwork.
The pinkette almost smiles at the thought of Caitlyn, beautiful, brave, workaholic, sweet kind Caitlyn. Vi sometimes contemplates talking to the Sheriff about her dirty little secret, but that's just her own selfish desires talking, getting the best of her. Selfish and dangerous desires indeed, because the possibility of Caitlyn believing her without seeing those things is probably next to nothing and yet there is no way in hell that Vi is going to let those filthy things approach her precious partner, or any person at all for that matter.
No, it's all good in Vi's book if dear Cupcake is kept in the dark about this whole ordeal. It's good enough if Vi is the only one suffering from the nightmares. There is no reason for the brunette to lose her sleep while investigating sightings of ghosts or explore abandoned building, diving into whole bathtubs filled with purifying salt shouldn't be a part of the Sheriff's daily life and spending the majority of the nights mumbling inside protective glyphs while waiting for the inevitable attack of a wraith couldn't possibly be a good thing for one's sanity.
No, ghost hunting is Vi's job and the pinkette fully intends to make sure that things are going to stay this way, and even though the pinkette has to keep wearing her enormous hextech gauntlets everywhere in order to hide her bleeding hands and only uses her heavy breastplate in order to obscure the crimson bandages covering her entire body, Vi will just grit her teeth and keep moving, sorry, punching forward.
Because for as long as Vi treads in the dark, Caitlyn can keep walking in the light and that's somehow enough for the crude and rambunctious enforcer that disappears during the patrols and bares more fresh bleeding wounds than moles or wrinkles. And God pity the foolish soul that dares disturb the peace and quiet of Vi's favorite bustling innovative city.
For as a certain dark skinned purifier once said, hell has no fury like a pissed pink haired Nephilim wearing giant iron gauntlets.
This oneshot was based on an older discontinued story of mine. I also noticed that I have been using way more religious exclamations on these stories than I would normaly use, which is kind of troubling and weird since Runeterra lacks a prevailing religion.
I am guessing most common folk in Valoran believe in nameless gods and spirits while every league champion believes in whatever they hold dear and has protected them in the past. Yes, I know that I am just making excuses so I can keep using silly phrases such as ' May Teemo smile on you' and 'Oh by Soraka's enormous banana scented horn, Ahri, your dress iiiis gorgeous! ' now please stop judging me.