Jinx x Ekko - Chapter 2: Gone
Synopsis:
Jinx and Ekko have had an interesting relationship after their gang fell apart. Ekko has stayed friends with Jinx, although reluctantly, even though things have changed. And not for the better. This story follows how the two got into the League and were picked up by the Institute of War. It follows the lore (current lore as I find it, which seems to be a mix of the old Institute of War lore combined with more recent releases) quite strictly, and generally takes place after the events of the video below, and before their introduction to the League, and at the beginning of her destructive spree in Piltover. Sorry if this isn't an extremely intimiate and... um... to the point fan fic like people want it. I wanted this to be realistic and all types of emotional by the end. Enjoy!
Watch/Read before reading series (since it is based off of actual lore): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivTXMcfQ1oQ http://leagueoflegends.wikia.com/wiki/Jinx/Background http://leagueoflegends.wikia.com/wiki/Ekko/Background
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1
**Chapter 2: Gone **
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
It is hours into the night and Ekko has not moved. The moon above makes the gray Zaun sky glow as its rays of light attempt to break through the polluted air. His Z-Drive sits pulsating by his side, already set to go back to after his conversation with Jinx.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ekko blinks. He turns his head toward his pocket and pulls out a small, flat, and thin rectangular piece of glass and metal, its corners pulsating green.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ekko taps one of the corners twice and the pieces of glass and metal come alive. The beeping stops and a map of Zaun appears on the glass, a red dot skirting across it, a few miles from where he is. *Jinx, what now… * Ekko inserted a tracker into Jinx’s improved mega rocket. It is not set to go off until she leaves Zaun though, and sure enough, she is just outside the city. He knows that she wants to leave, he just hoped not this early. Suddenly, the dot stops moving, close to one of the pubs foreigners tend to visit when passing through the area.
Ekko sits there watching the dot for a minute as it rests inside one of the buildings. The dot adjusts slightly and a few seconds later, the skyline lights up. An explosion is heard across the city. *JINX! NO!* His hand immediately goes to the dial on his arm, but then the tracker stops him. She is still there, seemingly pacing just outside the pub. Then she stops moving.
Then she disappears.
Ekko’s hand slams onto the dial, and he sits back on the building’s edge, a couple hours before, Jinx’s footsteps behind him. He waits a few minutes. Then he gets up and runs.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Fishbones, we have been over this!” Jinx walks through the streets of Zaun, approaching the outskirts of the city. “*You might inconvenience people and hurt their feelings.* UGH, Fishbones, you are the worst weapon ever.” Jinx slams the side of Fishbones and begins mumbling to herself, continuing the conversation inaudibly. Rats scurry across the street jumping in and out of cracks in the walls, pipes and pavement as Jinx passes by. No one seems to be on the street, except for a few haggard people only human through their shape, but mutated beyond recognition. Limbs often do not function, their breath raspy. Bumps and body parts growing from the weirdest locations. *Singed and Mundo, such a great pairing when they dump their chemicals into the street… Try and help them, give them food or at least end their misery… Shut up…* Jinx hits Fishbones again and turns a corner where she faces a pub.
The door slams open and the pub grows quiet. Jinx enters twirling one of her braids, each step she takes exaggerated. In her other hand, she twirls Zap. A wide smirk envelopes her face. As empty as the streets were, the pub is packed, each seat seemingly full and each glass quickly empty. Rooms can be rented here, so most travelers usually end up in this particular pub if a night's stay is required. It is far enough away to escape much of the crime and pollution of the city, but close enough to conduct business when the day breaks. With each step she takes, the sweat and liquor-covered bodies part. Then she pauses, grinning. A hooded man sits at the bar in front of her, casually sipping his drink. She stops twirling Zap and shoots the counter in front of the man, laughing.
“Come on. Lets go if you know what is good for you,” Jinx continues laughing and unclips a flame-chompers from her belt, tossing it in the air, over and over, its pin threatening to fall out.
The hooded man takes another sip, and pulls out a card from his sleeve, flipping it between his fingers, changing its color with each pass.
“No.”
Jinx lets out another laugh and turns her back to the hooded man, heading toward the door. Two steps from the exit, she throws flame-chompers one more time behind her.
Where the pin finally falls out.
Panic fills the pub as they all desperately try to make it for the door, but it is already too late. Jinx leaves. Fire fills the air, as a few seconds later the grenade goes off and engulfs the pub in a colorful explosion.
Jinx leans against one of the only wooden beams still upright. “Idiots,” she smirks, “right, Fishbones?” She chuckles and begins to shine the weapon with her palm.
Suddenly the hooded man appears from the shadows, his face now covered by a hat rather than a hood, leaning against the remains of the building. Another card appears in his hand, sliding between his fingers with grace and skill. As the card flips from one side to another, its color changes: blue, red. Gold.
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“What do you want?”
Jinx laughs and pushes away from the wooden beam she was leaning on, approaching the man. “Well, explosions, bombs, MORE EXPLOSIONS…!”
“That is not why you are here though, is it?”
“No,” she smurks, “I am ready to do something a bit more fun than blowing up rats. You are going to get me to Piltover, Tobias.”
Twisted Fate stops twirling the card in his hand and looks at her.
“And why should I do that?” he asks, each syllable said as sharp as a knife.
“Well,” Jinx says, still approaching TF, once again twirling her braid with one hand, “you see, I am holding multiple weapons of mass destruction, which I am not afraid to activate…” Her smirk widens, “… Also, I just gave you a whole pub to pillage. Most of them are dead anyway, so just go ahead and take their belongings. Like this, for example.” Jinx reaches down on the ground and picks up a partially charred leather bag. She throws it across the remaining distance between them and he catches it with one hand. A couple seconds pass before he finally unstiffens enough to look into the pouch. It is full of gold and silver, enough to last a peasant man for three years. All in one bag. Twisted Fate stuffs it into his pocket.
“When do you want to go?" More a bored statement than a question, he looks forward at nothing in particular. Once again, he is playing with a card in his hand. Blue. Red. Gold.
“Now. Get me under the docks, over in Piltover.”
“Under the docks?” He asks half-heartedly.
“Under the docks.”
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The card in Twisted Fate's hand stops, the red side facing Jinx. Dozens and dozens of cards begin to stream out of his sleeves, encircling the two of them. Wind roars in their ears, loud and furious. Yet even with the volume, Jinx’s laughter masks it. Her smile explodes and she tries to poke, unsuccessfully, at the cards, as they dance around her. Then one and a half seconds later, they disappear, the air suddenly in an unsettling calm.
“Hmph,” Ekko sits around the corner of the building, his forehead in his hand. *So that is how she disappeared*, he thinks. Ekko needs to get to Piltover before she does, yet even with a few hours lead, it can take days to reach Piltover, if he can even make it there alive at night. And at that point, it could be too late. Pictures rush through his head. Explosions where Jinx’s body was scattered in pieces across buildings. Her carcass full of bullet holes. Memories that had happened, but he did everything he could to change. Rubbing his forehead, Ekko slumps to the ground. *I can’t get to her, she really left…* He slams his fist on the ground and screams in frustration. The sounds of flustered rats accompanies the echo of his voice. He needs to bribe Twisted Fate somehow, but with what? There is no way he can do that. Getting a ride from one of the few who own any sort of vehicle would most certainly secure his death. Even then there is no ground unit fast enough to get him to Piltover in a couple hours.
A sudden breeze cuts through the alley where he sits. A piece of paper falls on his lap, a flyer for a festival that just finished today. The Festival of Flight.
The one that finished a couple hours ago in Zaun with the fastest Zeppelin in history. The one that should have already returned to Piltover by now.
Ekko slams his palm on the dial and he is sitting on the building’s edge once again, Jinx’s footsteps behind him. A smile on his face.
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So Chapter 2 is out. This should not conflict with any of the current lore in circulation. I have also provided what lore I basing this off of, in case you want to read, or watch, it first.
Let me know what you guys think!
From,
Airman CompSci.
