(I don't own Arcane, So uhhh... don't take this down?)
AN: Yay I'm back! Well not really... to be honest I don't really wanna continue any of my old stories for now. But I'm starting a new one! I won't go promising more chapters but for now I am back.
A Step Forward
I woke up with a sudden jolt of pain caused by a harsh punch toward my stomach. There I was, awoken from my beautiful dream and tied up. Looking at my surroundings to see a table in front of me and a lamp shot towards my face. An interrogation room, I stopped looking around when I saw a figure in front of me, across the table.
"What? To scared I might know who you are? Or is your face to ugly to show?"
Another hit on my stomach causing the wind to be knocked out of me. Through my coughing fit, the figure furious, saught my pain to be a some kind of relief, pleasure even.
"Talk glasses, where did you hide her?"
Catching my breath, I smiled as the face of my captor is seen trough the dark room. A Piltover enforcer, no the Piltover sheriff, Marcus looks at me with disdain.
"Why does a Piltover like you work with Zaunite?"
"I can ask the same about yo-"
Another punch, this time to my face knocking my glasses off.
"Answer my question, where did you hide her?"
I looked up dejectedly leaning backward along my seat.
"Okay...okay, I'll tell you. But where do I begin?"
I say with a big grin, breaking out of the loosely tied rope. Punching Marcus in his face.
"Oo, that look like it hurt. You know, for an enforcer you do suck at keeping criminals down."
I say as I knock Marcus out with a "carefully" placed blow to the head. Crouching down to pick up my glasses I looked up, and saw a vent in the corner of the rood almost hidden from a veil of shadows. Opening it I made my escape.
"But seriously...where do I begin?"
A simple question that ultimately leads to a complex answer. I'm not known for storytelling but heck, I guess I can do it just this once.
Seven Years Ago
Boring, that's the definition of Shive's day. Being tutored the basics of aerodynamics within the airships built and designed in Piltover, Shive decided that he's had enough. Looking out the window he notices four figures climbing a building. Hearing a familiar noise of machinery coming from above, Shive spots one of the airships flying toward the core of Piltover. Grinning at the opportunity to find an escape from his captivity, he stands up and runs toward the window.
"Mr.Golman?"
The tutor, a young man from University of Piltover known for his top of the class grades became nothing more than a fleeting thought to Shive's mind as he climbed out of the window.
"I think I can learn better following the airship instead of listening to you all day. See ya next time!"
Shive made his great escape toward his roof and began to leap across buildings following the figures he saw before.
Pushing up his rounded glasses, and fixing up his wenge colored button-up shirt, he spotted the group stop by a roof. The pink haired one climbed down to the balcony and started surveying the area. Looking at the four figures regroup at the balcony, one tries to unlock the door. Kicking the door open the Pink one progressed inside the penthouse, followed by the rest.
Shive seeing his chance to join them leaped toward the roof they above, making as little noise as he could. Stealthily, he clung on the roof and sees that no one has noticed him yet. Dropping down he crouches toward the entrance to the penthouse.
Peeking inside, he sees all kinds of machinery and a lot of blueprints scattered across the room.
"A inventor huh? One weird choice for a robbery." Shive mumbled to himself.
Looking at the chalk board Shive pulls out of his hiding spot and exclaims.
"Whohoho! Is that what I think it is!"
The four figures quickly turned to him, the pink haired one taking initiative pinning Shive into the wall.
"Ow ow ow okay, youch."
"Who are you?"
"Just a guy looking for fun. Nothing wrong with that right?"
Narrowing her eyes at the boy around the same age as her, Vi tightens her grip on the boy's collar.
"Whoa whoa! Watch the shirt, it's expensive."
"You picked the wrong place to have fun."
Grinning at her the boy chuckled, "Maybe, but I think I chose right."
The boy's eyes peered over to the board, and smiled energetically.
"You know, magic is forbidden to be studied in piltover. So why does this inventor think their above it?"
Looking over to the board she looked at before, Vi still could not tell what the calculations and the drawings were for.
"So here's the big question, why this place? It's kinda weird robbing an inventor you know. I'd expect one of the dukes or at least one of the richer folk in the neighborhood to be robbed, but an inventor? Weird if you ask me."
"Why should we tell you?"
Milo said prying over her shoulder.
"Oh come on, my lips are as good as sealed. Promise, kay?"
Claggor stepped up officially cornering the boy,
"How can we trust you?"
"Just trust me okay? A little bit of trust goes a long way."
Vi still skeptical of the boy's words slammed the boy down to the floor. Roughing up the boy's shirt even more.
"Watch the glasses!"
"Milo get me something to tie him down."
After being handed a pile of rope, Vi made sure the boy couldn't move.
"Oh come on! If you let me go I can tell you about all the stuff in here!"
Grabbing another piece of rope, Vi stuffs the rope in the boy's mouth shutting him up.
"Alright guys let's hurry it up, fill the bag with anything that looks valuable."
"What about him? What do we do with him?" Claggor said putting more and more stuff into the bag.
"We can figure that out later for now let's just focus on one thing."
(NOT DONE YET, JUST UPDATING CHAPTER LITTLE BY LITTLE UNTIL FINISHED)