morte
vi started her day like usual, she grabbed her phone as soon as she woke up.
she checked her messages, there were two new messages from a girl she was talking to.
from;
NAO❤️🥰
good night 😘
see u tmr 🐱❤️
vi smiled to herself before responding to the text, feeling a slight shift next to her.
she put her phone down and turned her attention to her little sister who was waking up beside her. she'd always woke up slowly, and always woke up happy—like a kitten.
"powder." vi called out, poking powders cheek to wake her up.
powder got closer to vi and cuddled her, arms tightening around vi. this was a morning routine for them, vi had to detach herself from her koala of a sister so she could go to work, and powder always did her best to keep her sister longer than yesterday.
they had a full house always, two dads, and two brothers all in the same two bedroom house—and regardless of that fact powder and vi both knew they only had each other in this world. sisters—a blood bond that could never be broken.
"i've got to go to work pow." she insisted on leaving but yet, she didn't let go of powder yet herself.
"for how long?"
"i'll be back at night." powder immediately whined into vis breast, still too short to reach any higher.
"i hate it when you leave for so long." she complained, and vi only rubbed circles on her back as comfort.
"it's not that bad, you'll be working with silco and vander. you won't be alone pow."
"that's exactly why i hate it." vi was confused, she'd never heard of anything being wrong with the arrangement before.
they lived with their two dads, silco and vander. they were both their fathers, but they werent gay or together in any sense. they were businessmen, and partners—in crime—they got legally married so they both were exempted from testifying against each other.
other than that, they were simply partners.
they adopted sons because they needed heirs, but after a failed riot against piltover, they found two orphaned sumpsnipes in the wreckage on the bridge connecting the two cities.
their mothers corpse lay just a few yards from them, and vander took them in.
now with four children, they took turns caring for each one.
now they were all as close and siblings could be, but vi and powder were still two peas in a pod. growing up with each other, same mother, same father. it was rare for real siblings to stay together in zaun, so they held on tight.
vi had grown up, and she held a decent job. powder was still too young to work, so in an attempt to entertain his daughter while vi was away, silco let her tinker with anything in his office.
he was shocked when the first thing she built was a bomb, it didn't work of course.
but silco had a different mentality than most men, he didn't love his kids. they were assets, and this little girl with a keen eye for destruction would prove to be his most important asset. he did begin to love her after observing her bright mind, he loved her as his own and kept her close to him, she was his shadow.
he started feeding her hobby of building, purposely throwing in there materials to make bombs and weapons. powder was obvlivious, she simply thought that was the scrap that was available.
she began doing it when she was thirteen, her bombs never worked at first.
one fateful day she made a bomb that worked, then a gun, then a machine gun—it turned into her job. she would make weapons for silco and he would reward her for it.
and today, powder was fifteen years old and she would go work for silco when vi left.
the thing is, powder hated working for silco. what was once a hobby of hers, turned into a job and the bombs she made with glitter and paint turned into gunpowder and chem-tech. she hurt people, indirectly. she made those bombs, the ones silco used to keep control of the undercity.
she built the guns used to point and threaten people into submission. powder knew all about it, and it was starting to get to her.
but powder enjoyed the praise and admiration she received from her fathers and their business partners more than the guilt she felt.
silco was very proud of her, he would show her off. show off her inventions—their lethality.
everyone knew about it, the destruction he heaved out was all made at the hands of a wet necked fifteen year old puppy.
she was a pretty sight too, so much so that some of silcos business partners set their sights on her.
vi had left to her job, and powder went to work where she'd have to deal with grown men preying on her. it was never a big deal though, her dads would protect her. and she had bombs strapped to her most of the time.
there was one man in particular—morte, in french his name meant death.
he was silcos partner in life, and business. he knew about powder and vi, and he knew powder was defenseless.
he interacted with powder often, enough for her to feel comfortable around him. enough to feel safe.
so she didn't question, when she was interrupted in her work by him at the same time each day. then they would talk, she'd tell him about her family, her complaints about mylo. she would tell him her feelings, how she coped. she would sling a leg over his own, lean on him, cuddle on him.
he broke all her boundaries even before he really broke them.
he'd touch her legs, her spine, her crotch. all on accident. she believed him, she started to think it was all normal.
and before she knew it, he'd guide her to the floor where he put a hand over her mouth, silencing her.
then he crossed the one boundary powder couldn't excuse anymore.
when it happened, consumed in her own rage she grabbed a bomb from her belt—that had been taken off her and thrown on the floor. one of the lethal ones, and morte who was behind her, didn't stop. he didn't leave or scramble to plead her to drop the bomb. he kept at it, drilling her and whispering to her.
"your dads and brothers are downstairs, do you really want to be the reason they all die?" she wanted to scream and shout and bite and hurt him with everything she had. but she couldn't.
she couldn't even scream.
and when it was over she lay on the floor, sobbing.
he'd left her there, a crying mess, gagged, used and discarded. like she was trash.
powder eventually got up, ungagged herself—with difficulty and a few stands of hair ripped off her scalp—she put on her clothes and stood in front of the door.
what now?
did she have to just deal with it?
does she tell her dads?
what would happen now?
she knew she never wanted to see him ever again, but he was embedded into their family business like fucking chewed gum.
does she just walk out of here like everything is normal? but everything isn't normal, she can feel that it isn't; she feels unnatural.
her legs, thighs and crotch hurt like lava was poured on them.
her torso was bruised from being held down, she had red marks on her face from the gag.
everything was not normal.
she stepped out, it was night. silco was gone, he'd gone home.
powder absentmindedly made her way home, where she'd hopefully find vi and tell her everything. then everything would be fixed, she only had to tell someone. anyone.
she wanted to tell vi, but really she was gonna tell whoever crossed her first.
so she entered her house, the first person she saw was mylo.
"is vi home?" she spoke, and credited herself for speaking so steadily.
mylo did a motion of checking the time, then shook his head.
"she'll probably be home soon." he said, even though it was definitely the time vi got home everyday.
ok, so i'll just wait.
vander and silco were in the house, but out of the common area. they were in their own office, probably talking about business.
powder went to her room that she shared with vi, and laid down. she began to cry to herself, she'd been crying all day.
she spent hours on the floor, questioning if it had been real. then she was in disbelief, morte had been around since she was adopted years ago. was she always in his sights? what happened today different than any other day? weren't they friends? why did he do it? what did she do?
now it had settled in—that she'd been raped, and she couldn't get away from him until she told somebody.
powder checked the time, it had been thirty minutes since she got home and vi still wasn't here.
she scoffed a the irony, vi decided to be late the day she felt her world was ending. of course.
she slowly went to the kitchen, instead of wallowing in her own self hatred by herself, she'd rather get a snack.
she made herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, cut it in half then returned to her room. vander and silco were still nowhere to be seen. she had also noted that mylo and claggor were on the couch watching tv.
after another while, a knock, on her door. powder put her sandwich down.
she went to open it, it must be vi.
it wasn't.
it was morte.
she felt lots of emotions at once: rage and anger and sadness, but ultimately she felt fear.
the burning ache between her legs that she'd been ignoring until now seemed to consume her being, and she thought she'd fall over from the pain.
he entered her room, pushing her aside with a smile before closing the door behind him.
"w—why are..." she didn't finish her sentence.
"did you forget? i'm here once a week for dinner," he edged closer to her, "you wouldn't want to disturb them, would you?" he snaked his arm around her waist, and powder was frozen still. her fear was paralyzing.
it was only a couple hours since she last saw him, and she realized something frightening.
he'd been preying on her for a long time, meaning to him—she wasn't just a one time thing. he wanted to keep her there, scared still and in his palm.
but he'd misjudged her, she would never—never—comply, she wasn't that type of person. he thought using her family as collateral, she would agree and let him get away with it.
he was wrong.
push her enough, and she could do anything. consequences be damned, she would not let him do this again.
his hands were around her, and his fingers traced the edge of her pants, sliding down.
meanwhile, powders eyes steeled in determination.
she looked him in the eye using all the courage and tenacity she possessed, angry and rage filled eyes met with his. he stopped his movements, paying attention to her now.
"i'd rather die."
clink
he pushed her away, his expression gloomy with rage. he didn't have time to run, the bomb was stuck to his back. and she'd pulled the pin.
the moment before the bomb went off the door slammed open, silco and vander at the entrance.
she didn't see what their faces looked like because the bomb exploded, sending her flying and she felt fire—then firm arms over her body.
•
vi had turned the corner, she wasn't far from home and she could see it from a distance.
she was in a good mood, she'd decided to pay her girlfriend a visit after work. she was happy and there was even a skip to her step as she walked home.
she'd set her sights on her house, never looking away from her destination.
there was suddenly light in the dark, an all consuming fire in the near distance—and screams.
vi stopped in her tracks—a figurative bucket of ice cold water drenched her happiness, her heart beating fast due to the shrill screaming she heard and no longer the pleasure she'd just come from.
she sprinted, and she cursed herself for being happy a moment ago. walking slow and relishing in her daydreams, cause she was still far away. and her house just exploded. and her sister was in there.
in the aftermath of the explosion, the houses roof was collapsed and powder was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
she was engulfed in flames and yet, she didn't feel any of it. she was covered by the soulless, lifeless body of her father, silco.
powder grabbed his face, she cried as she observed his features. he was dead, because of her.
she kissed his cheek, for the last time.
but now wasn't the time to dwell on it as the situation was more dire every second passed, the fire was growing and she had to escape.
powder moved silco off of her, then she stood and observed the flames—there wasn't any lee way. she'd have to go through them.
so she did, she burned everywhere the flames touched and when she reached the entrance she saw him.
morte, somehow, alive. and he was angry.
she didn't think, she just ran.
she ran as fast as her legs could, barefoot, burned and all.
she didn't run towards anything, no destination, just away. away from here. away from him.
she understood what she'd done, and she knew she could never come back from it. never recover, from it. she didn't stay to find out if any of her family survived, she just knew she wouldn't—if she stayed.
vi had arrived finally, out of breath from sprinting.
she sweeped the house, avoiding fire as much as she could until it was unavoidable. she found mylo, claggor and vander. she'd dragged out the unconscious mylo and vander, and claggor helped. she found silco, dead.
vi never found powder, not alive or dead. no trace of powder at all, no body.
just the body of their father and brother who's lives were claimed in the explosion.
just the hellish after math of the loss of three family members in one night.
just the pain of having to move on with your life after losing so much.
just the weight of lives ended, their lives ended—that day.