Loud, booming footfalls thumped against the roofs of the Undercity's metal buildings, making the people living in them growl in irritation.

A shadowed figure jumped onto a lower building, settling into a crouch as pink hair reflected the neon green lights of The Lanes.

Light blue eyes scanned the alleyways below, spotting a man and woman shoving around a kid who couldn't have been older than seven.

Deciding to ignore them unless it escalated, the pink haired woman sat down on the roof and thought back to what had happened today.

How she had fucked up severely.

One of those Firelight freaks had an owl mask, and she instantly knew who it was. She had encountered him many times these last few years.

She certainly wasn't someone Ekko should look up to anymore.

Seeing Ekko all grown up, though she couldn't see his face, reminded her of Powder. How she'd never get to experience that anymore.

It was Vi's fault she was dead, after all.

Pulling her knees to her chest on top of the building, she rested her chin against them and watched the people in the alley as her thoughts drifted.

Vi had lost her shit, attacking in a blind rage and accidentally killing a Firelight woman in the process.

She didn't mean to, she got overwhelmed, confused, that's all. Obviously being haunted by the death if your sister would make you angry, especially if you were the cause of it.

She was just angry. And what do angry people do? Attack blindly.

She had been doing that alot recently, doing erratic things out of anger. It was one of the things Vander often scolded her about.

She missed Vander.

"Vander wasn't the man you thought he was." Silco's voice reminded her in the back of her mind.

Vi scoffed, pushing the voice away and further curling in on herself.

Vi took a brief glance at the cast iron gauntlets strapped to each of her legs. Silco hadn't been too happy when she insisted on using Vanders old gauntlets for this mission, but she wasn't good at anything other than punching.

Of course, she had dabbled in explosives as a memoir to Powder -after having taken multiple looks through her little sisters old notes and designs- but she still couldn't get them quite right yet.

Silco helped her on occasion, when he wasn't busy spreading Shimmer through The Lanes, or dealing with Sevika constantly complaining about her -not that he listened to the woman's complaints, anyway- but, it was the thought that counts.

Vi despised the man at first, hated him for what he did.

But, after spending six years with him as the only semi stable father figure she had in her life, she grew to appreciate him.

Grew to... Love him, even.

He'd be disappointed with her actions today, she knew that. Not that she was expecting anything less.

That's all she seemed to do lately. She was always disappointing him one way or another. Whether it was getting into a fight with Sevika, or pummeling some asshole who dared to mock her. It was always the same. Punch this person, Silco gets agitated. Argue with a bartender and threaten them, disappointed dad.

Getting out of her own head, Vi turned her attention back to the alley, where the man and woman now had the kid pinned to the wall.

Letting out a scoff, the woman stood and jumped down into the alley, and landed on her feet.

The two older figures didn't seem to notice her at first, so she let out a sharp whistle to get their attention.

The man in the red jacket -who was holding the kid to the wall- dropped the smaller body and turned to her with a nasty, yellowed grin.

He let out a low chuckle, approaching her slowly as she eyed him.

He got in her face, flicking a lock of her pink hair mockingly while his eyes traced her body.

Vi ignored the mans gaze, instead settling in the thing he was wearing.

Her face broke into a cocky smirk.

"Nice jacket."

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Vi stood in the shadowed corners of Silco's office in The Last Drop, out of sight, watching as the man discussed with Sevika what had happened today.

"She cost us the entire shipment!" The larger woman said angrily. "She lost her shit and started punching blindly, using those stupid gauntlets. This is exactly why we can't let her come on jobs, because of shit like this! She's going to cost us buisness! She's a nuisance and we all know it!"

Silco eyed the woman with a scrutinizing gaze.

"We? Who's 'we'?" He questioned.

Sevika immediately silenced herself, removing her gaze from the older mans.

"I expect better from you than excuses. It was your job to make sure things went smoothly, and you failed. Don't disappoint me again." He said, turning his chair away from her to look out the window behind his desk.

Sevika scoffed, standing up and taking the bottle of alcohol she had brought with her and left the office.

It was silent for a few moments after the woman left before Silco spoke again.

"What happened?" He asked.

Vi came out of the shadows a bit, leaning against the wall.

"She already told you." She said quietly, fiddling with a frayed end on her belt.

"I want to hear it from you."

Taking a deep breath, Vi approached Silco's desk and sat on the side of it as he turned his chair to look at her.

With her back facing him, she spoke.

"One of the Firelights... I knew him. A kid my sister used to hang out with all the time. He was like my little brother.  I saw him, and... I saw how much he had grown and realized my sister would never get that anymore. I got overwhelmed, and angry. Angry because it's my fault that she's gone."

Taking a shaky breath, she turned her head to look at Silco.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mess up today."

The man sighed, leaning back into his chair and holding out his hand, which held a familiar gold syringe.

Vi moved to sit on the desk beside his chair, taking the syringe and angling it above his eye.

"Your sister is gone." He said. "You know that as well as I do."

Gulping, Vi nodded.

"I know."

Silco looked up at her, the needle of the syringe just above his pupil.

Silence fell once again as Vi turned her attention to the needle, being careful to angle it just correctly to where it wouldn't stab Silco's eye out.

In a quick second, it came down into the man's eyeball with a flash of bright purple, and Vi pulled back hastily as he shot forward in his seat and breathed heavily.

After a few moments of him catching his breath, he turned to look at her.

"I need you focused. Take some time to rest up, maybe continue to practice and work on your explosive gadgetry, Sevika will clean up today's mess."

Vi scoffed, throwing her hands up in frustration.

"Sevika?! That ogre can't clean for shit! I can do it myself, it's my mess, I don't need time off."

Silco turned away from her, staring at the wall Infront of him.

"Take it anyhow."

With a huff, Vi slumped her shoulders and placed the syringe back on the desk.

Leaning forward, she rested her forehead against the dark wood trim of Silco's chair, sighing.

"I'm sorry." She said lowly.

The man below her let out a hum, grabbing her wrist gently.

"I need to know that I can rely on you." He said. "That this won't happen again."

He looked up at her with a stern gaze.

"Everyday the people of Piltover leave us in the dirt, leave us behind. The people of Zaun deserve more than their runoff."

Vi nodded, sitting up and getting off of Silco's desk.

"It won't happen again." She said, making her way to the door to his office, grabbing the red jacket she had tossed on the couch there earlier on her way out.

Silco's voice stopped her, though.

"Make sure that it doesn't. Goodnight, Violet."

Vi nodded and slipped the jacket on over her sleeveless, skin tight turtle neck.

It was as close to fondness she was going to get from him, anyway.

She didn't know why she bothered anymore with trying to seek his approval, it never worked. She always found a way to fuck it up.

Leaving the office, the woman headed down into the bar, then left the building, heading to the abandoned mineshafts.

Time to get some work done.