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Her fingers trembled. Her body Quivered. Tears streamed her face. The faces of the dead danced around her in a horrifying display of the mind. Her fist stained by the blood of her sister. Heart heavy with guilt. Her sister's cries still reach her ears, but she doesn't trust herself to go back for her. Not yet.
Off the corner of her eyes she sees it. Her sister kneeling on the wet road crying her heart out. Above her, looming like death itself, that figure. The one who ruined her life. She runs forward to save her sister.
But from the dark tunnel she was in two arms wrap around her. Her face is covered by something wet. Her head feels numb. Instinctively she bites down. A loud screech tears through the tunnel. The arms retreat. Her dizziness is rising. The world blurs. She notices darkened figures approaching her.
She runs off. As fast and as far as her wobbly legs can. She doesn't make it far. Her consciousness is fading fast. She runs over shipping crates and containers. She finds an open container and runs in, tucking herself between large containers. She hears faint voices of someone approaching the container before the darkness claims her.
Miles Away....
Noxian Port off the border near Piltover & Zaun
The sunlight careens down illuminating the port and it's market. Even early in morning the Market is bustling. New ships come in from various parts of Runeterra. Workers trying hard to unload the goods. A Zaunite freighter docks at the port.
"Hey!! Give me a hand. I need some help with these containers"
"What are these? Chemicals?"
"Yeah, drugs from Zaun, careful not to smell any"
"Hey!! There's someone in here"
An Alarm Blares!! Nearby guards rush in on the Zaunite Freighter. They are greeted by the sight of three harbour workers lying down clutching their heads, cracked wooden crates littered around them.
Two other workers trying to capture a small pink haired child in ragged clothes covered in blood and bruises. She is leaping from stacks of goods to containers, kicking and clawing at the workers, hissing and screaming like a wild cat.
The guard cuts down the cable holding the crates, causing the entire stack to fall down. The workers are unable to move out but the child maneuvers herself off the boxes and leaps out of the freighter.
She is off like the wind. Weaving through the market crowd, leaping on to tents, buildings and rafters. Evading all the guards after her. Before she has the time to run off the hood of her jacket is pinned to a Brick wall by an ornate knife. Before her pursuers can capture her she drops out of the jacket and runs off
Her luck is short lived as she runs face first into a large man. He is decorated in Noxian soldier attire. His full beard and moustache catching sunlight in the perfect way to give him an aura of power about him.
She gets back up trying to run off but the Large man stays quiet and simply grabs her by the arm. Lifting her up effortlessly.
Before he can even ask her anything a punch rocks his Jaw. Surprising, yes, but not enough to cause pain to the seasoned warrior. But the girl isn't done, another punch, and another and another. She resorts to kicks to his chest. But she might have a better chance trying to punch the sea into submission.
Just as he is about to hand the girl over, she stabs him in the eye. The pain is sharp but not enough to make his grip loose. Instead it angers him, he throws the child into the street as the people disperse, forming a circle around the two.
The Soldier walks forth, the child gets up, but instead of running away, she puts her arms up, ready to face him.
To his surprise she avoids two out of his three punches. Only falling to the last after landing yet another weak blow on his jaw.
She falls over, clutching her ribs in pain, struggling for breath. Before anything else happens a Commanding voice rings out
"RICTUS!! STOP IT!!!"
The voice came from behind the girl, she watches as the soldier hangs his head and salutes by tapping his chest with his fist. The girl turns around, still on her knees.
Infront of her, blocking the light of the sun, casting a large shadow a woman stands. She lowers herself to the girls level, setting one knee on the ground, stretching out one hand forward.
"What's your name brave child?"
The girl takes the woman's hand. Her own feeble and small in comparison to the Iron like might of the woman's limb. Her lips tremble as she speaks her name
"Vi... Violet"