Amira hesitated, at a loss for words. It wasn't until he spoke again that she truly realized what was happening.

"Amira, what are you-"

Amira raised her gun directly at Viktor, he flinched in response. "Don't. Move." Amira gritted.

Viktor was puzzled, he didn't know what to think, his mind was moving at a mile a minute, and he was unable to understand the situation.

"Woah- Alright, Amira- listen to me-"

"Stop talking!" she moved her gun aggressively towards him. "I swear- I will shoot!"

"Amira, I'm not sure I understand-"

"Th- there's nothing to understand! N-now stop talking! Or I'll shoot your smartass brains out!" she blubbered, tears forming in her eyes.

"Amira-"

The gun went off.

Viktor turned his head to see the hole in the wall. She missed. Or did she move her aim? Amira didn't even know. She blacked out.

"Amira please-"

"Don't talk to me." she snapped, aiming her gun back at him. "I'm taking what I want and leaving. You can go back to your perfect little Piltie life."

"Amira-"

"Shut up!" she screamed.

Amira couldn't think. Her thoughts were too loud, practically screaming. She could've taken the shot, why did she hesitate? Why didn't she shoot him? Everything would've stopped. The voices. The screaming. She could've taken her revenge, but didn't. She let him live.

Amira tied the bag close, and took another glance at Viktor, before her eyes moving to the door as it rattled open again aggressively.

"Amira wait please!"

She ran to open the window.

"Viktor are you okay?!" the voice from the door spoke.

"Amira no!" Viktor yelled, limping over to try and stop her. He couldn't let her get away. He had to fix this. Fix her. He reached his hand out towards her. "Amira please-"

"Goodbye, Viktor." she spoke, as she jumped out of the window, bag in hand.

"No!"

The man at the door stood there puzzled. "Viktor- who-"

Viktor was breathing heavily. He left her there and now he was paying the price. "Jayce..." he turned.

"Who was that-" Jayce sighed.

"I- I don't feel like discussing the matter." Viktor replied, sniffling quietly.

Amira balanced on the ledge outside of the window, listening in on the conversation, tears falling from her eyes. "Your perfect little life."

---

As Amira jumped from each building, making her way back to the underground, she couldn't stop thinking about Viktor. He had barely changed. She recognized the man who came into the room as Jayce Talis. A prodigy to Piltover. "The man of progress," they called him, in reference to his invention of HexTech. She had gotten her confirmation that that is what Viktor had been working on up here. With him? They obviously knew each other, she could tell from Jayce's reaction to a sort of threat towards Viktor.

She snuck her way across to the undercity swiftly, she somehow managed to make it back without being caught by an Enforcer. All the way until she got back to Silco's office. There stood Marcus, the sheriff.

Before even looking up, she put her bag on the ground, and wiped the sweat off her forehead. "There. Academy r-" she looked up and saw him. "Marcus."

Silco and the Enforcer both stared in her direction.

"Ah, Amira." Silco sighed, "So nice of you to join us, no?"

Amira, begrudgingly, walked up to the desk which Silco sat, standing next to the sheriff. "Marcus." she nodded.

"Amira." he nodded back, before looking back to Silco. "You let her rob the Academy?!" he gritted his teeth.

"Made is a better word." Amira mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"Still! We have a deal and you-"

Silco slowly stood up, placing his hands on the desk, leaning forward. "We do have a deal, Marcus. A deal which in no place states you have any say in where I send my people on jobs. You answer to me. Not the other way around. Are we clear?"

Amira stood there in silence, her eyes glancing back and forth between the two men.

"Yes." Marcus cleared his throat. "We're clear."

"Good. Dismissed." Silco sat back down, and Amira turned to walk away with Marcus before Silco cleared his throat. "Not you."

Amira slowly turned back around, "Now what?"

"Job went well I presume?" Silco raised his eyebrow.

Amira swallowed. "Yes. I got as much as I could."

"Right.. any... conflicts?"

Amira hesitated. Viktor. Don't tell Silco. He'll picture her as weak if she does. If he knew this one thing would throw her off...

"No. None. In and out, quick and easy."  she nodded rapidly.

"Of course. Then you'll have no problem doing jobs like this in the future, correct?" Silco tapped on his desk. "I'll send you topside every so often. The more equipment you acquire the better."

"That..." she sighed. "sounds good to me."

"Of course.. leave the bag. You're dismissed."

---

Your perfect little Piltie life.

Your perfect little Piltie life.

Your perfect little Piltie life.

Amira repeated the thought in her head. His perfect little life. He completely move past her. He wasn't ever coming back and she realized that, and after seeing her today, he would never think of her the same. She held a gun at him while stealing things from the lab in which he worked. She held a gun at him and pulled the trigger. Put a hole in the wall. She could've killed him, and she felt so much doubt towards herself for it. She hated Viktor for leaving her, and she could've taken that cold blooded revenge. Why did she care so much about what he thought of her now? Why did she care...

"Amira! How'd the job go?"

Jinx.

Amira was walking down the lanes. "Jinx... it was fine. Got it all done. Now, Silco wants me going topside more often..."

"Well- that's something isn't it?" Jinx swung her blue braids over her shoulders. "Hey! Anything interesting happ-"

"No! Fuck- Nothing happened!" Amira snapped, throwing her hands up at the girl.

"Woah- Jeez crazy lady- calm down..." Jinx raised her hands and backed up, before grinning. "Someone's lying..."

"Drop it, Jinx. Please." Amira turned towards her aggressively.

"What happened? Tell me!"

"Nothing happened Jinx! Drop. It." she replied, just waiting for Jinx to stop bugging her.

She rarely spoke aggressively to Jinx. She liked the girl, and since she's known her since she was young, she always tried to treat her the best she could. Still, Jinx could get very annoying at times, and right now, Amira was not in the mood.

"Oh-kay then... I'll leave you alone..." Jinx gave her a confused look before dramatically stepping away.

"I- thanks." Amira sighed, watching the girl walk away.

She returned to her thoughts, walking down the Lanes. Viktor. Viktor. Viktor. The look on his face kept showing up in her head. The look of utter terror at the gun being pointed at his head, the way he tried to speak and explain herself, but she kept cutting him off. Viktor. Then the memories started to flood her mind. One specifically, and she had no idea why.

"Amira, be careful!" Viktor called out as she ran as fast as she possibly could after the contraption he had made this time.

It was going incredibly fast, Viktor was impressed, and Amira was curious, so she ran as fast as she could to try and catch up with it.

"I'll be fine Viktor! I'm catching up, see!" she continued sprinting, ignoring her friend who had been staggering behind her.

She hadn't been paying attention to the ground beneath her feet, causing her to miss the small little rock coming up ahead. She tripped on the rock, her legs getting tangled through the fall, and smashed her face into the ground.

"Ow..."

"Amira!" Viktor stumbled as fast as he could, coming up to the girl, who was struggling to sit up.

They had completely forgotten about the invention of Viktor's, as it continued far off. Amira picked her head up to show blood pouring out of her nose, and a long scratch and bruise appearing on the bridge, and it would be sure to leave a scar. She smiled, but there were tears welling up in her eyes.

"Oh dear, Amira..." Viktor did his best to get down on the girls level, and he cupped her cheeks to get a better look at her face. "That'll definitely leave a mark, I don't believe sprinting like that was the best idea..."

Amira sniffled, smiling through the pain. "Oh- it's- it's okay- I'll be fine..." she whimpered discreetly.

"You're going to need some attention for that, Amira- I'll take care of it." Viktor wiped some of the blood and dirt off with his thumb. Amira shakily got up, and helped Viktor up as well. "Come on, Amira- let's go back."

"But- the invention-"

"I'll just have to make a new one." Viktor smiled, grabbing a handkerchief out of his pocket for Amira to hold over her nose.

Viktor did take care of her. They always took care of each other.

As much as she swore she hated him. She missed him.

Thinking about the memory, she traced her fingers over the scar on her nose. He was right it did leave a mark. Working for Silco, people would often ask her where her scars came from, and she would always avoid the one about the scar on the bridge of her nose. It was embarrassing to her. The only one who knows the real story is Zivana, the Last Drop bartender, and that's because she could always tell when Amira was lying.

She didn't even notice the tears falling from her eyes. She missed him. Missed the way things were, before he left her. That was her Viktor, and now, none of that would ever come back.

Amira was stuck.

~

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