[ DISCLAIMER: This is a story based very loosely off of Suqling's drawing, which will be linked on my PROFILE. The Deep End was originally posted on my roleplay blog (hence the shorter chapters, due to how much longer it looked on tumblr), but I'm publishing it here for convenience. However, as of today (5 June), it remains unfinsished. Anyway, enjoy! ]

The dull glow of Fishbones's mouth spilled out onto tendrils of pink, turning the magenta into something of a crimson. The yellow glow of the cannon's eyes illuminated the pavement along with the warm golden flicker from a broken street lamp just above the two, caught in something of a draw. The terrorist knew it was checkmate—she knew that, should she choose to, she could finish what she had started, what she had dragged on for so long, the game that she had created and played and now… Now, she could win. She could institute her victory.

Her manic laughter erupted through the hot night air, echoing in the dead streets around them, not even dimmed by the crackling and crumbling noises of flames eating at the buildings surrounding. The sound was uneven, choppy, and, if anyone in the city of Piltover knew her as well as she claimed to know herself, unsure. Her voice was plagued by insanity when she laughed, her eyes impossibly wide and crazed grin even wider. Aqua braids had been littered with soot and dirt from the chase that had lasted for hours, leaving both cat and mouse exhausted, driven by only a mad hunger and a deranged thirst for risk and exhibition, a craving for notoriety and infamy, a deep desire to see the city reduced to ash and rubble where it once stood tall and proud in its progress.

The enforcer had ceased to struggle, having come to terms with her final moments of life. She realized in one of those moments that she should have seen this one coming—she would get too far into the game, go too deep and without backup as Caitlyn had instructed her not to do, allow herself to get so caught up in the thrill of the chase that she would wind up in the clutches of the mouse, the mouse with fangs, the mouse with a touch like morphine, the mouse with three guns and tattoos and an appetite for destruction.

She had imagined an end similar to the one she was undoubtedly about to meet, in which the criminal would riddle her body with bullets and laugh as she bled out on the pavement. However, in that scenario, she had always hoped that the little terrorist would be caught soon after by her partner and her accompanying team. Having her locked away would have been best for the city of Piltover—no, the entirety of Runeterra—and she had always hoped that if she was unable to capture her, her more skilled partner would be able to.

Alas, she was alone in this endeavor. Caitlyn had been rendered immobile by gunshot wounds to her legs, all but left for dead; had it been some kind of mercy on the criminal's behalf, they wondered? Her team of professionals had been slaughtered in front of her, and half of the city's population raked down with them. The streets had been evacuated due to the mass scale of destruction brought upon them, something much larger than had been forced upon them before by a lithe girl with a penchant for chaos. This was more than just a few burning buildings that could be rebuilt almost as quickly as they went down.

Still, she had refused to go down without some kind of fight. She'd delivered her own brutality to the criminal, bringing out broken bones and bleeding gashes and things of the like. Blood rained down the crazy face, making her appear just a little bit more insane as she laughed at her impending victory.

Jinx looked down at her victim with no regrets, no remorse, and worst of all, no feelings for what she was about to do. She had gone completely numb, crazier than anyone had ever feared, making her the most dangerous being. Something inside her had snapped completely, broken into pieces, and it robbed her of all restraint.

A pair of hands, bleeding knuckles and trembling fingers, were held up to her. The enforcer had no appropriate words, and begging for her life was uncharacteristic of her, but god she had to do something. In return, she received the cannon being shoved onto her head harder than before, the sharp edges of the "teeth" scratching against her scalp. She winced slightly at the dull ache, but otherwise remained steeled in her emotions. She racked her brain for something to say, anything to say to get the psycho off of her. Her gauntlets had been left to burn in a fire somewhere, so her body, stripped of armor and weapons, was useless.

There was no way she would get out alive.

She couldn't suppress a chuckle, bringing about a perplexed expression from the criminal above her. She had her own, smug laughter, and it enraged Jinx, causing her brows to furrow and her teeth to clench and bare threateningly. The enforcer finally closed her eyes, for the last time, she presumed, not wanting to look into the frightening pink of her killer's eyes for a second longer.

"Guess this is game over," she mused, words barely carrying over the crackling of flames and booming of falling buildings around them.

Unable to exhibit any minute amount of restraint for a second longer, Jinx released a rocket directly into the enforcer's skull.