Movement [Silco x reader]

3. Presentation

00.00 a.m.   {some years later}
[(Y/n)s pov]

The sound of pipes letting out air, mixed with the view of a still awake Undercity. Its satisfying to watch the circles of life go on and on down here.
My footsteps silently echoing on metal. Just running along those pipes makes me relaxed. I pause. Seeing a roof to land on beneath me, makes me walk to the edge of the pipe and let my bodyweight drag me down. Falling now head first, enjoying the air bashing through my wierdly long hair. After another few seconds of being in the air it was time to turn and prepare for a landing. With a loud bang I landed and even broke a few tiles. "Woops." I Quickly ran and jumped to another nearby roof.

Now running along the roofs got me a good view of the people down here.
Most of them are either hiding or fighting either because or for the fight between Zhaun and Piltover on those bridges up there. Thoughts about going there and have some fun already ran through my mind. But Singeds words are still there. "You shouldn't interviewen with them. Let them do what they do but keep away from them. It won't be of any good.~"
"Wow, he really is a grumpy one." But to respect atleast that one wish of  his  i just went further down. Swinging on some rusty pipes to another. With a smooth swing I landed on the ground. The floor I was on was not the last one more like the 3rd counted from down there.

Most of the shops are closed, streets almost empty. Its wierd to see Zhaun that way, so empty. I wander around for some time but I started feel someones eyes on me. I turn around and see a tall, slim silhouette just standing there and staring. Not feeling in the mood for drama I decided to jump down onto some random pipes and run along them.
After making sure they didn't follow me I came to another halt. Maybe its just my imagination but I swear I saw something shining in their face. Well it shouldn't be surprising to see shit like this around here.

Climbing aimlessly around Zhaun got boring after some hours. Time to go home. Climbing up is as fun as going down but its a risk you have to take. You never know when a pipe will break or a roof tile will slide down. Always funny to remember the one time I broke my arm because I was to careless.

I reached my path home after a short amount of time. Not feeling pressured, I just walk slowly back. Crossing the small stream, wich I cross everyday, is always creating a feeling of safety. Now as I was about to open the door someone else already opened it. Singed. "I'm back." "You weren't up there?" "Geez. Have some faith in me." "I have. But war is letting people do things they regret." We can hear screams and shooting from our home. Its tempting.

"I'm bored... is there something I can help you with?" "Well the only thing I am working on currently is a serum that makes people... stronger." "Well thats sounds interesting. Anything I can do?" "No. Just go explore more of the Lanes." "Pf, just say that I am getting on your nerves." With that I went to my room to grab my savings and a bag. Without another word to Singed, I walk outside. Hoping for atleast one decent weapon shop to be opened. Speedwalking through the streets looking around and searching. I spotted one a floor beneath me so I jumped right down.

"Tha hell?!" The dude standing at the counter seems suprised to see someone jumping right infront of his shop. "Hello, what weapons can you recommend to kill Inforcers with?" The dude still with a confused expression looked around is shop. It was small but full with different weapons. Some looking wierd, some very dangerous but nothing interesting caught my attention. "Well... it depends on your fighting style." "Hmm well I fight mostly with hand to hand combat but I'd like to try something new."

"How about this gun here?" He takes out a gun that is colored in cyan and purple. Some screws are painted pink. "You got two of those?" He didn't say anything, he just grabed under the counter and takes out the same type with a different order of colors. This one is pink with a bit cyan and the screws are purple. "How much?" "How much do ya have?" "100?" trying with the lowest price is always a good way to start."2000." "Oh thats pretty bold for someone who's not even helping defend his own nation." He glared at me but I just stared back at him. "Fine... 200." "Now thats a price I can live with." I hand him the coins and take the guns.