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Part 4 of Son of Zaun
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Fathers and Daughters

Summary:

Vi is freed after only two months, without explanations. Back to the Lanes, she heads to the Last Drop in search of her sister. She's only got two goals now: to care for Powder and get even with Silco.

Things get complicated when she realises she might have to pick and chose.

Or how Silco ends up with two daughters, one somewhat less enthusiastic than the other...

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Chapter 1: Freedom

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Vi doesn't really understand who pulled what sort of levers, for her to be walking free again after only two months in a Piltovan holding jail. Something to do with being a child, with showing mercy, taking some metaphorical high ground. Something that made Marcus grimace, fuck him.

She hates how he acted in what he calls her "best interests" and very much are his own selfish motivations. Vi is certain he knows Silco, since he was there when Vander was taken yet left to live. A cog in that man's twisted plans. Anything that makes Marcus unhappy has got to be worthwhile, even if it puts her life in danger.

She doesn't look back, crossing the bridge. She knows where she last saw her sister, but she also knows where to find her quickest, and Powder is all that matters now. 

She's all Vi has left in the world.

 

 

The Last Drop is under construction, and the sight of it, all distorted under metal scaffolding, cables like thick veins running up the facade to feed flashy neon signs, feels deeply wrong. Everything in Vi's life has been wrong since she fell down those stairs at Benzo's. Was shoved down them. Ever since that geartoy monkey slapped the doom of everyone she ever loved.

It feels so wrong, she doesn't even know how to fix things. She can't even make up her mind or come out with a plan that she can enact... alone. She has goals—get Powder back, get even with Silco—but nothing material. She's only got her fists and thirst for revenge. And now a creeping unease at the sight of her second home, shedding its old skin and becoming someone else's.

A rough hand grabs her by her jacket's collar and Vi twists around, ready to strike. She's brought short by the sight of Sevika flinching back, her grip on her clothes still strong but pushing her at arm's length.

'You—' Vi growls.

'And you!' Sevika cuts her off. 'I know someone who'll be very happy to see you...'

'This is all Silco's doing, isn't it! Not satisfied with killing Vander—' her voice doesn't falter, but her gut twists '—he has to take over his place too, destroy his legacy and—'

'Yeah yeah, you can cut that out and save it for him,' Sevika says, shoving Vi towards the Last Drop. 'The someone who'll be happy is Powder. She's been asking after you.'

Vi's vision narrows and her breath hitches. She has feared this. Every night on her jail's cold metal bed she's tossed and turned, mind going from Silco killing Powder to him keeping her just to hurt her, unable to pick which would be worse, and incapable of considering a happier alternative.

'He's got her...' she gasps. 'What did he do to her?'

Sevika waves a hand, the only one she has, Vi notices now. Her entire left arm is gone, her sleeve pinned up.

'Go on. He's expecting you.'

Vi frowns, takes a step back. Everything's all wrong. She was supposed to strike first. To gather intel and then devise a surprise attack.

'How?' she asks.

Sevika smirks. 'Who do you think got you freed? Think Pilties would have spared you, after your big fuck-up and looking for you this badly for so long?'

Vi grits her teeth. She ignores Sevika's taunts as she walks around the Last Drop, to the back door, the real entrance to her old home, strange as it has become.

No one stands in her way and she shivers at the sensation of déjà-vu. There are workers in the bar's main room, but they don't pay her any mind when she pokes her head in. The downstairs room has a new lock on it on the inside, but it's undone, and when she cracks the door open she's dismayed to realise almost nothing has changed. The couches, the beds... Well, their bed is bigger, better, and covered in a lot of signs that her sister is still the one using it. There are geartoys everywhere, and paint—so much paint and chalk.

'Powder?' she asks the empty room.

She looks up, but she isn't hiding in the pipes above.

'Powder...'

There is no one here, no tension in the room, no held breath. She closes the door and takes the stairs, the ones that lead up to the new floor built above the bar. The only place left for her to check, where she's meant to go. Expected.

To the den of the beast.