Then she saw you.

She didn’t want to believe it was you, but she'd recognize that damn face anywhere

Although, it looked different now.

There you were.

It’s where you’d always been, since she left you, since everyone did.

You were alone and needed consolation, you fell to the pits.

You never imagined yourself a fighter, no matter how hard Vi tried- your punches were never really thrown quite right.

You fought tooth and nail. You didn’t leave bruises, you left scars and missing flesh behind. It was ugly, all so ugly, but it made for good entertainment and a damn good distraction. The people of Zaun seemed to enjoy it enough.

You’d just taken out another opponent, you stood still as you watched their motionless body get dragged out of the pit. It wasn’t a pretty sight, but how were they supposed to walk out with half of their blood on you and the floor?

She was watching, you didn’t know it though. You were never one to spare a glance to the crowd. With the legs of a baby deer, you stumbled back into the shadows of the ring, suddenly being yanked into the tunnels beneath the stands.

“Holy fuck. Brutal. Just brutal. You’re a fucking maniac out there.” Cassian, your ‘manager’ as he deemed himself spat praises at you, a wicked grin playing on his face, yellowed teeth visible in the shitty lighting. “Another one down.”

You sighed, letting the air leave your lungs. You hate the praise, you hate how you have someone ‘managing’ you. This isn’t a win, a victory, it’s not a fucking career. It’s how you live.

Cassian blew a cloud of unusual smelling smoke into your face. “What’s wrong sugar? You beat the shit right outta’ him.” A heavy cigar hung from his lips.

“Quit sucking my dick.” You gave the man a shove, stumbling back on his tattered boots. You slid down the wall you were leaning against, sitting on the sticky floor, rolling your head back until it hit the wall behind you. “Get me something.”

He scoffed, rolling his murky eyes back. “You got it, champ.” He mumbled something as he turned to stomp away on heavy boots. You let your eyes close, feeling the stickiness of the blood dry down onto your skin. The heavy bass of whatever music was playing above reverberated in your lungs, through your eyelids you could see the light flickering constantly.

Your eyes shot open, you heard something. You lazily turned your head to look down the dimly-lit hallway, nothing.

It felt like you were being watched. The sense of another presence was there, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“Here.” Casein’s voice disrupted your paranoia. He tossed a small pouch at you, contents unknown. “I snagged it from some lug upstairs. Not too sure what it is, all I know is that it’s fuckin’ strong.” He wiped a finger under his nose, sniffing, waiting for you to react.

You fumbled with the opening, peering inside to see what looked like a few tablespoons of blue powder.

You didn’t bother asking what it does, how much to use, it didn’t really matter at this point.

With a shaky hand, you picked a hefty amount up in one of your nails. Your head went down, and you took a strong inhale through the nose.

You threw your head back, hair falling over your shoulders and sticking to your neck.

After a few beats of silence, you looked back at Cas. His eyes were slightly wider- too much?

“Holy fuck.”

He flashed that nasty grin again.

“Hop up, doll. You got another one waiting for you in five.”

“Vi, are you certain it was her?’

“Shit- yes. Fuck. I’d know her anywhere, Cait. It’s her.”

Caitlyn sighed, heavy. She brought a hand up to smooth out her hair. She could see the pain crossing Vi. She didn’t know too much about you, but she knew how much you mean to Vi.

“What do you suppose that we do now? We’ve found her, you’ve seen her. It doesn’t look like she can be spoken to.”

Vi huffed, turning her head to glance at the blue-haired woman.

“I need to help her. I need to talk to her, gods- you saw her. She’s fucked up.”