Wolf and Lamb
She'd meant, with every fiber of her being, to give herself to the Lamb.
"But I just can't seem to die," she thinks, before the back of her head slams into something metal so hard, everything goes black.
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Ever since she'd first heard the tale of Wolf and Lamb, Jinx knew she would have to be ripped from this earth by Wolf's teeth and claws. Powder had already died by then, along with everyone she'd ever known and loved until the horrible night when…
"The horrible night when you blew us all up?" Mylo laughs in the back of her mind, forever laughing, forever mocking.
Wounded, disoriented, Jinx finds herself swimming back to consciousness. A fear strikes her, a terrible dread, wondering what the hell had happened and why the fuck was she still here? She curls up into herself, memories crashing and overlapping each other until it's almost impossible to figure out what happened when, or answer important questions like, "if I really just let Chompers blow, then why am I still breathing?"
Sifting through the memories, feeling like she won't be able to move until she figures something out, Jinx latches on to the anomaly in her mind - to Vander, or Warwick, or whatever he was now. If he was still anything at all. He doesn't really seem possible to kill, either.
She'd saved Vi - she'd actually saved Vi instead of hurting her, or worse. And when Vander-Warwick-Monster went plummeting down into the endless sky, he'd grabbed onto Jinx's skinny body in the nick of time. Unfortunately for all three of them, the fragile platform the beast and Jinx hung from couldn't support their weight, and so she did the only thing there was to do - force Vi to let her go, to drop down into nothingness with the father she'd killed in the first place, and atone for her sins.
"Always with ya, Sis."
Break the cycle.
Pull the pin.
Boom, the end.
She'd been so ready to give herself to the Lamb.
The beast hugging her close to himself as they fell, Jinx pulled the pin, and with it one final shred of Vander's soul. With a terrible roar, he pushed, flinging Jinx away from him into a side shaft they were falling past, as her bomb exploded. He should be obliterated. They both should be blown to bits, never to torment Runeterra again, but here she was. Alive and breathing.
"I just can't seem to die," she groans, pressing her hands into her eyes, trying to will the pounding headache away. Jinx didn't know anything could still knock her out at this point, but it makes sense to her that it would leave a migraine behind. After a while, she forces herself up onto her hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the vent Vander-Warwick had chucked her into. Evidently, she'd been out for a while. The sun was low, close to setting, and there was nobody here.
The thought of moving, of leaving this space between life and death behind to make more choices, is exhausting.
For just a little while longer, Jinx decides to let the void take her, hoping that perhaps the Lamb will lead her away in her dreams.
