Greetings to the League of Legends Fanfiction readers. I've decided to begin a new story based on corruption in the Fields of Justice and paralleling it to Caitlyn's struggles to capture the elusive criminal "C". If anyone finds historically inaccurate depictions, please notify me immediately, either through reviews or PMs. Welcome to any suggestions, from pairing to the storyline. And as always, reviews are always appreciated, criticism included.
Piltover. Once a crime ridden city, despite being known as the City of Progress. Criminal scum and thieves littered the alleyways, knowing the valuable resources techmaturgical research and experimentation requires and yields. The city-state was an ideal location for loot and plunder, before the days of the Sheriff of Piltover came to existence. Notorious for purging Piltover of criminals, the Sheriff is both viewed in fear and admiration. Daughter of a wealthy statesman, Caitlyn first discovered her talents for her dangerous hobby when her father was assaulted and robbed on his way home. Determined to catch the thief, she took the family's rifle and singlehandedly hunted down the delinquent, all accomplished at the age of fourteen. After realizing the futility of discouraging her treacherous activities, her family protected her with the only way they knew how; Piltover's yearned techmaturgical devices. Renowned for nearly vanquishing crime in Piltover singlehandedly, the Sheriff is one of the most prominent figures in Piltover, if not the most. Her alluring beauty was also another factor to her distinction in Valoran. And such, she was invited to become a champion aligned with Piltover in the League of Legends, given the honor to compete on the Fields of Justice.
There is only one open case remaining for Caitlyn, and the sole reason for her acceptance to the invitation into the League, in order to hone her skills and gain reputation and influence. Before the League, Demacia desired her talents and services to track down a kleptomaniac who was involved in a series of high profile heists. Infamous for vanishing without a trace, and leaving an ornately decorated card at the scene, the bandit has become known simply as "C"; the letter adorned on the cards abandoned at the crime area. The daring burglar soon became the Sheriff's archenemy; to this day, she still searching for this elusive thief.
Another day for the Sheriff in Piltover, responding to the occasional petty crime committed by some desperate mugger. She looked at the pathetic thief wriggling under her net, and shook her head with equal pity and disgust. She turned around only to see Vi hurl herself through the brick wall in her peripheral vision, showering the already cowering criminal with chips and shrapnels of brick.
"I'm going to have to begin charging the property damage recovery fees on your tab, Vi," Caitlyn sighed, irritated at her partner's blatant refusal to follow orders and recklessness.
Vi snorted at the squirming body now bleeding from the sharp chunks of stone, the dark red liquid mixing with plaster dust on his skin. "Why are you always so serious, cupcake?" she asked with a sloppy grin. "A stretch of wall is a decent price to pay for catching criminals, even these rotten ones."
"Let's head back, I'll get a deputy to pick him up," the Sheriff replied, gesturing to the captured thief with her rifle. She walked out of the dank alleyway and headed to the station, knowing Vi was probably taunting the poor fellow before she follows. Her radio chose to vibrate and buzz on her belt at that moment, and one of her deputies' voices reported to her, through the wavering connection.
"Sheriff, a certain anonymous reported to the Piltover Patrol of an apparent sighting of 'C', the description matching our last sightings. Black fedora and trench coat, possible suit or vest under, moderate height, good looking, steady and smooth gait. The Patrol sent a Rescue Bot to scout the location, and the sighting was confirmed. The device could not follow the suspect into a liquor bar, his apparent destination." He repeated the location twice.
"Copy that, I'm on the case." The Sheriff of Piltover turned her head sideways and talked to Vi, who was jogging to shorten the distance between the two. "We have a possible identification on 'C', we're heading over there. Try not to wreck anything important while we're there. I've worked hard for moments like these."
Vi gave her another grin. "Roger that. I'll try my best." She went quiet, then perked up again, a question on her lips. She was easy to read. "Do you think it's Twisted Fate? I mean, there's been rumors going on, you know." She looked at Caitlyn inquisitively, eager for her opinion.
"I don't think he would bother stealing prized possessions of Valoran, simply for the challenge set upon the task," was the Sheriff's stiff reply, with the usual tinge of a Piltover accent. "I guess we'll see," she added after some silence only interrupted by the rhythmic pounding of Vi's footsteps on pavement.
A mere five minutes later, the crime fighting duo arrived at a rather dull looking bar, despite displaying pristine white walls on the outside; they burst in and were greeted by equally bland looking faces, most of them staring into their drinks with expressionless eyes. Only a few heads turned at their entrance. A lone figure in black stood out from the otherwise dreary crowd, sipping periodically at his foamy beverage.
"Hands where I can see them, please," Caitlyn requested immediately, her sleek rifle aimed at the figure's head. As if to emphasize the Sheriff's point and the consequences of not submitting to the request, Vi smashed her Hextech gauntlets together, producing a hideous screech. The man turned around, revealing a crisp white shirt and an expensive inky tie under the drab coat. He raised his hands reluctantly over his head, sporting worn black leather gloves. Perhaps it was the sudden adrenaline, Caitlyn's senses were sharpened and she saw the numerous events that formed a coherent chain, happening then almost in slow motion. A frightened bartender knocked over the liquor he was sliding across the polished wooden tabletop to a customer, spilling liquid all over the surface. Seizing the opportunity, and also thanks to his astute observations, the man under scrutiny from the duo snatched the Hextech revolver from the belt of the person next to him, and in one fluid motion, no doubt practiced thousands of times, shot the iron chain holding the chandelier upright from the marble ceiling, sending forty pounds of candles, metal, glass, and glory shattering all over the worn floor. The roar from the revolver and the shriek from the collapsing chandelier jolted Caitlyn from her reverie rudely, and on instinct her finger flicked the trigger, launching a round through the chamber and sending it on a trajectory towards the suspect. She never got to check if her round hit its intended target. With an effortless move almost as natural as the grabbing of the revolver previously, the man was bathed and ignited in an emerald blaze, disappearing from sight, leaving only flickering green flames eating away at the wood and devouring the metal with a suspicious hiss similar to corrosive poisons. As if on cue, a piece of paper drifted across the devastating wreckage, landing and halting abruptly at the Sheriff's feet. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a work of both delicate artistry and rare material, no doubt an expensive card, decorated with an intricate golden letter in the center: C.
The Sabrethrones were one of the most wealthy families of Demacia, nearly rivaling the highly regarded Crownguards or even the Lightshields that ruled over the city-state. Adrian and Cecilia Sabrethrone had a single child, the clever and brilliant Allan Sabrethrone. His parents discovered his talent in dueling and literacy at a young age, enrolling him in the mandatory Demacian military at a youthful age of ten. Despite his age, he excelled at everything the military instructors could throw at him; after a decade of training and learning in Demacia's military institute, Allan Sabrethrone was positioned in the Dauntless Vanguard, led by the son of the Crownguards, Captain of the Guard Garen. He rose ranks quickly, soon becoming an ambitious Lieutenant and aspiring to become Garen Crownguard's successor.
But as always, tragedy soon befalls the zealous Lieutenant during the Dauntless Vanguard's intervention of Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth's execution by the ruthless Noxus warrior Urgot and his division. Prince Jarvan's platoon was ambushed by Urgot's division in Demacian lands, and him prepared for execution right on the battlefield. However, Captain of the Guard Garen arrives with his Vanguard in the nick of time, resulting in Urgot's death by the Captain, having been cleaved in half with Justice. Lieutenant Sabrethrone was pronounced missing and possibly dead after a subsequent head count revealed him to be absent. His body was never recovered from the combat zone.