Chapter Text
Words couldn’t describe the absolute mental pain Jinx was in right now. Which is weird. Usually, the bluette could brush off her feelings with a light shrug of the shoulders and a stupid joke. Sure, she’d probably cry about it at some point, panicking and seeing things that aren’t there, but nobody knew about that. But this time there’s no jokes to be made.
Jinx is a person who likes to talk. I mean, isn’t it obvious? Isha isn’t a talker. In fact, Jinx had never heard the little girl speak in the entire time she’d known her. But that didn’t matter, because Jinx spoke enough to make up for the absence of that voice from the chorus anyway.
And now, Jinx is truly speechless.
Isha, her Isha. The little shit who she’d come to think of as family, whatever that word meant. Jinx never was a firm believer of fate, but the way the girl had quite literally dropped into her life felt too perfectly timed to be coincidental. And Jinx hadn’t even meant it. All she’d done was take care of a couple of meanies who didn’t know how to pick on someone their own size, and from then on, the responsibility of a child was on her shoulders. The pair of them did everything together. They caused chaos in Piltover, listened to music, everything, all together. Hell, Jinx wasn’t even sure she was a whole person without Isha anymore.
But…now it was starting to look like she’d have to learn how to be. Again.
Because her girl, her Isha, was now standing in front of what was left of Jinx’s father. Her second father. And for someone so small and fragile, Isha looked awfully powerful standing there. Poorly-dyed blue hair blowing in the wind, Zapper pointed up at
Warwick
Vander’s face, teary eyes full of hope. Jinx kicks and screams, desperate to reach Isha, to save her despite how she couldn’t save
Milo, Claggor, Silco
everyone else.
But it’s no use. Vi’s grip is just too strong. (She always was the stronger sibling.) And despite how Jinx flails and screams so hard she feels something it her throat rip, Isha’s fingers slowly press the trigger further down…
And then there’s a bright light, flashes of blue and pink, of memories from when she was Powder and she was loved, and memories of her and Isha excitedly hopping over rooftops, the younger Zaunite much more courageous than
Powder
Jinx ever was.
And then it’s all black.
Pew.