First time writing a fan fic. Yes this is a crack pairing but I've grown fond of it due to a certain someone *cough Veltrops cough* who ships it (read his fic - 'Chained Heat', the original and first Caitlyn x Thresh fic.)
Feedback or reviews would be much appreciated, if you see any spelling errors, grammar problems, loopholes in plot etc please give a shout and tell me.
One NB, I have may or may not have done some god modding so some things might have changed e.g lore discrepancies or odd SR rule etc although I do try to keep to the lore. And yes there may be similarities between this and Chained Heat. May turn M rated in the future.
Shout out to Veltrops, this is dedicated to you.
And now for the story. Hope you enjoy.
As the Sheriff of Piltover, Caitlyn wasn't unfamiliar with the prisons and what usually happened in them. As such she avoided the prisons if she could - that was the warden's job.
Piltover's prisons were some of the best in Valoran - in the sense that their capacity for prisoners was the largest and the regulations for them the strictest. Unfortunately, the great capacity and stern regulations were hardly something to boast about. They had only risen about as mere consequences of the high crimes rates that had plagued Piltover and neighbouring areas. In fact, the term 'City of Progress' had only been dubbed relatively recently, after Caitlyn had single-handedly cut down the crime rate by half within the space of a month since she became Sheriff - which had been no small task mind you.
Since then, crime rates had decreased drastically and the prisons had been filling up steadily in turn. Managing such a large cohort of criminals was not an easy task and definitely not one Caitlyn was adept in - catching them was her thing, dealing with them, no so. As such, she had laid out stringent regimes and guidelines for the treatment of the prisoners and had always sought to employ the choicest of wardens to uphold them. What stood Piltover's prisons apart from others where these rigorous regulations; reforming of criminals was one the top priorities of her prisons systems, compared to other systems in Valoran. Nevertheless, as with all prisons, there were riots and dogfights and detestable activities that could never really be eliminated thoroughly - only contained, which more than sufficed.
But as of lately, reports had been coming in that the prisoners were getting progressively more and more restless.
It had started - pretty much out of the blue - around a month or so ago, when there were reports of eerie howling and wailing in the dead of night. A sting of strange occurrences had followed, one week where they had been incredibly violent and savage and another week they were all unfoundedly ecstatic. Strangely, this was all not long after the addition of a particular prisoner, although she highly doubted it was due to his arrival. She had pretty good reason to believe that the timing was a mere trivial concurrence; the measures they took to subdue him should have seen to any havoc he could cause.
Then again, who knew the extent of his powers?
Nevertheless, someone had to see to the state of the prisons. It didn't help either that the current warden had taken a rather sudden leave of absence not two days ago, mumbling something about needing 'a break from all this crap' which was rather out of character. Personally, she couldn't see what was wrong, that man had always been a top of the notch warden and had always coped well, why was he suddenly bending under the pressure?
Picking up her keys, Caitlyn headed out for the prisons, closing her office door behind her. She had been putting this off for a while now but she couldn't just leave things up in the air. If the situation was really going to the dogs, she'd have to do something about it. Strike a new deal to deport some prisoners to Demacia or, if need be, Ionia perhaps. Reinforce the prisons and rework the system and whatnot. And probably call for another, stricter warden.
Walking down the streets, Caitlyn greeted the usual familiar faces, the bakery owner, the postman and the occasional champion. Piltover may be renowned as the City of Progress but as of late, it was anything but. Recently things had been quite hectic, almost as bad as when she had first started cleaning up the crooks. And word was that they were all the doings of one notorious girl.
If that was true, she will have to be dealt with severely but first things first.
Caitlyn arrived at the Piltover Prison rather swiftly; after all, she knew the streets well. Nodding towards the guards, she pushed open the large iron gate, the gears and cogs on it whirling the door shut behind her.
She was instantly assaulted with a distinct smell characteristic of old bluestone jails. The air inside was much cooler than outside, stained with a damp mouldy scent from water trickling down through the cracks in the stone walls. Faint beams of sunlight filtered in from the few barred windows high in the cells and there was the smell of rust and cold earthly matter within the chilly air. Faint whiffs of something slightly pungent drifted up from the hallways.
Her clicking footsteps echoed across the bluestone floors as she made her way down the corridors, rousing the slumbering prisoners from their alcoves. A few of them feebly clung to the bars, dragging their chains along the stone floors, rags of clothes hanging from their bodies. A couple of hands shot out at her, trying to grasp at her or trip her, she didn't know.
Most of them though, stirred by the clicking announcement of her presence, were riled up - rowdy and unruly; spitting at the floor in front of her and making obscene gestures, shouting out at her sexist slurs and foul vulgarities. Perhaps more extreme than she had imagined, but this kind of behaviour wasn't completely outside of her expectations; one could imagine they would be far from happy to see the very officer that had booted them to jail. Just another one of the many reasons to add to the list for avoiding the prisons.
She had to admit though, she probably should have known better to wear this uniform to the prisons. Caitlyn sighed mentally. A short dress and knee high boots practically just called for unsolicited attention, especially more so from this unruly lot. What better way to show your spite at the one person who bought you down to this level than classical sexist profanities. She ignored a rather crass comment from behind her on just what, or to be accurate, who she should be doing in that outfit. A sharp snappy retort was on the tip of her tongue but she had held back from retaliating words with words. No need to stoop to that level and no point either. Fire with fire - those situations never went well either way, even if it was just verbal banter. Whatever, they had to find amusement somehow or other, poor crooks.
And hey, this was her usual uniform she and was the Sheriff - she could damn well do what she wanted anyways. Just not his crude suggestion.
Not to mention she was only visiting briefly to get a handle on the situation - she was hardly here for a sightseeing tour. And to check up on him, but that was just a tangent since she had already subjected herself to coming here anyways.
Dodging a flying projectile of bodily fluid, she made a strict mental note to wear something more conservative next time she visited though.
Hopefully sometime far in the future.
Turning around the corner, Caitlyn continued through the prison, ignoring the howling cat-calls left in her wake. The reports from the guards of prisoners getting more restless definitely seem to be true – there was much ruckus throughout all the cells - and the cells themselves were rendered in a filthy state. Two days without a warden and it may as well have been a back alley she was walking through. Stale food plastered over the walls and floors, assortment of colourful moulds that had taken up residence in them and walls that were glazed with some slimy slick. It definitely looked like she would need to find some way to sort out the state of the prison; it had never been so horribly derelict and disgusting before. Whatever happened to being the best prisons in Valoran?
She sidestepped a large puddle of questionable green slime, absentmindedly checking the locks on a couple of doors. Flicking out a pen and notepad, she jotted down notes on the several areas that sorely needed to be seen to before tucking it away and heading straight for the large brass door at the end of the corridor.
There was an intricate and extensive amount of humming gears and cogs on its surface, interwoven between metal bars and knobs, all connected to three large locks along the sides. Static crackled hostilely in the air as Caitlyn approached the door, sparks dancing around the steel barrel of her rifle. The air around the cell hummed and buzzed from the ticking hextech locking system and the rim of the metal door glowed with runic energy. In the centre was a hatch which Caitlyn proceeded to unlock and slide open, revealing a dimly lit chamber with a hunched figure seated within.
He was unnaturally still compared to the rest of the prisoners, seated motionless in the centre of the room with a cloak draped around his body and rune inscribed chains locked onto all his limbs. If one didn't know any better they'd probably think he was resting peacefully. He was not that kind - she knew him better than that. He was more likely bitterly bidding his time or vainly fighting against the barriers around him, trying to regain his powers again. Not just any kind of prisoner would be put into this cell; he was a special case, this one. And a champion too at that.
Satisfied with her quick check-up on him, she slid the hatch shut with a click before turning away and completing her round through the prisons and noting what else needed to be seen to.
Caitlyn left the building rather swiftly after she had jotted down everything, glad of the fresh air and warm sun outside. Unconsciously, she gave herself a quick brush-down on her way back to her office for her regular work.
Looked like she had a lot of calling to do
A few days later Caitlyn received a notification on her desk from the authorities; there was a temporary replacement warden on the way, sent in from far north apparently.
Just in time too. She had just called in help to fix the neglected state of the prison a few days ago and yesterday she had reworked the systems for the prisons, upping the security and maintenance measures around it. The prisons were pretty much back to their original status of Valoran's best and all she needed was the new warden now.
Flicking through the sheets, Caitlyn glanced at his picture. Dark hair in braids that ended in clasped hooks, sharp green eyes, pale washed out skin, small scar down the side of his chin and rather angular face. He looked peculiar but passable. She quickly scanned his general information. Height 189cm, weight 89kg, age 29, blood type AB. No record of misconduct or any felonies and a clean profile. Strange, such a highly proficient and capable warden by the looks of it yet she had never heard of him before, even when she had scouted for wardens previously. Perhaps he was a rather new prodigy.
'Previous employment: Had been a warden for the prisons in the Shadow Isles.'
Caitlyn subconsciously gave a humph of disdain. Shadow Isles huh? No good had ever come from there, not that she had heard of. A rather shady and unknown place by what she had caught from scuttlebutt on the docks. That could explain why she had never heard of this warden before.
Personally she wasn't very fond of the Shadow Isles and their residents from what she had gathered but in any case, she needed a warden rather pressingly.
What niggled at her was how had they had found such a warden? A man who had an impeccable profile and was adept in his field. What would attract someone of his caliber to accept placement at a comparatively average prison in Piltover? One would figure that Demacia with their brandishing excellence and power and justice and all that would've snapped up a warden as accomplished as him.
Plus - she flicked to the back - his references were all incredibly good. Uncannily so. Such a flawless profile had set off quite a few cautious alarms in her head and her intuition was always fine tuned. She knew better than anyone that if it looked too good, you'd better get out. And judging by his profile, he was too damn good. The questions was, what would she need to get out from?
Closing the file, Caitlyn went back to her paperwork. She'd have to go analyse him in person for a proper impression by the looks of his suspiciously meticulous profile. And, according to the notice, he was to arrive later today. The corner of her mouth twitched up in a small grin at the prospect of a new interrogatee.
Time to go and grill this new warden.
(Credits to SiaKim on DeviantArt for the picture "League of Legends : Thresh Human ver.")