A/N: Hey guys, so this is my first time writing fanfiction and actually publishing it. I would love to get some reviews and whatnot. So go right ahead and tell me what you think :D
Dakota's eyes caught Illya's. A desperate hunger lingering at the edges of their finger tips as they met on the battle field.
Their faces were covered in soot and mud. Around them the Zaunite melters exploded, creating craters in the trenches. Noxians, Demacians, Ionians,and zaunites a like, dying around them. Screams and pleas of mothers echoed into the raging sky.
War raged.
If only it was under different circumstances.
Illya looked longingly at the teenager in front of her.
Wearing her enemy's Armour and colours.
Tears traced through the soot on Illya's cheeks as she unsheathed the runic short sword.
Dakota grunted.
With blinding speed she sauntered over and grabbed the girl's waist with gauntleted hands and crashed their lips together in a heated exchange.
Illya dropped the sword. Her grimy hands sliding effortlessly into Dakota's raven black locks. Her emerald eyes closed in passion.
Enemies be damned.
If only it was under different circumstances.
(16 years earlier)
Lightning cracked through the dark sky.
The man paced angrily throughout the waiting room. The woman beside him revised pieces of yellowed papers with Hextech designs scribbled and crossed out. Her brow furrowed as her husband distracted her.
" Love." She sighed. Her Upper city accent cutting through the tension in the air like a knife. He froze instantly and rocked on the back of his heels. "She will make it out fine. She's a Deramore."
" She's fourteen!" He snarled back, pointing his finger at his wife. "The runt she bares could end us Catherine. My political career down the toilet and your doctorate gone with yet it will ruin her image. She hasn't even debuted. The Society will see us as ill suited parents. We should have terminated it."
Catherine sighed heavily and rose to her feet. "That was not our choice to make." She looked into her husband's eyes with a sturdy defiance. " It is her body and she will do as she pleases."
"Besides no one will know about this, Peter. The Sampsons swore their secrecy to us. They'll take the child. It will become a good doctor and may even help the ones it was bred from." She stated crossing her arms over her chest.
He cussed under his breath. He strode angrily to the massive floor to ceiling window glaring over the dangerous city sky line."When I find that lower city filth that defiled her." He seethed watching as rain clattered against the pane.
"You will do nothing of the sort." She hissed icily. "It's bad enough they did this to get at you. Don't give them any other reason to do something worse. Let the police handle this"
He cussed again. She was right. She was always right.
The heavy infirmary doors swung open revealing Dr. Eli Sampson. His scrubs were covered in blood and sweat. His blonde hair hidden under a green cap. He greeted the Deramores with an easy smile that lit up the whole room. The man's blue eyes sparkled with glee.
"Caitlyn and the baby have made it out of labor safely and without any complications." He smiled toward Peter Deramore who glared with fire in his lake blue eyes.
"Don't mind him, Eli." Catherine butted in, hugging the doctor. " We are forever in your debt."
Eli shook his head with a smile. "No you aren't. You provided Sarah and I with another beautiful child. After the accident, Sarah has been wary about child birth. But this is truly a glorious day for everyone."
"I'm glad this has worked out." Catherine smiled.
Eli then gestured toward the door. "Caitlyn is resting, but you are free to go and visit her."
Their steps echoed against the corridor walls as they approached their young daughter's Hospital room. They entered quietly, making as minimal noise possible to keep from disturbing the sleeping girl. She was covered in sweat. Her Raven black hair plastered against her face and neck. The dark shadows sunk underneath her eyes.
Peter's eyes softened as he took in his daughter's post labour form, huddled under thin hospital blankets. She was hooked to a saline IV that dripped soundlessly providing hydration to her.
His little girl.
Tears welled at his eyes. He approached her carefully and brushed some bangs out of her eyes. " I wish I could have protected you better." He whispered.
Her eyes fluttered as she looked to her father with half lidded pools of ice blue. A small smile on her pale lips. He grabbed her hand gently and kissed the back of it. He could feel his wife's fingers lay along his shoulder. His wife then reached out and cupped their daughter's cheek.
"How are you love?" She asked running her thumb smoothly on her cheek bones.
Caitlyn lolled her head to the side. "Sleepy," she blurted groggily. "Is the baby okay?" She asked. Her voice soft.
Peter stiffened and Catherine answered. "It's ok. , is pleased to have the child in his family."
Caitlyn nodded.
" I'm sorry it came to this." She whispered. Her voice so quiet.
"Nothing to be sorry for, love." Her mother cooed soothingly as she caressed her young daughter's face.
Caitlyn looked up to her mother, eyes burning with questions.
"Will I get to see it?"
Peter closed his eyes and took a sharp breath.
Catherine's eyebrows knitted together in worry.
"I feel like that may not be a good idea, sweet one." Her mother answered sorrowfully.
Caitlyn nodded in understanding. Small tears prickling at her eyes.
(six months later)
Caitlyn was turning into a force to be reckoned with.
Her father had been mugged by a gang of lower city thieves. When he returned bloodied and bruised, she rushed into her father's office and pick locked the rifle cabinet. She pulled out his favourite hunting rifle and set off on the streets.
She had enough of waiting in fear for the police to find the criminals. She had enough of her parents worrying about her walking alone at night. Not after the incident.
When she found the thieves, they snickered with loot money and blood curled around their fists.
"The upper city sheep don't know how to handle the wolves" She heard from one of the thieves as he grabbed one of his comrades by the shoulders. They brimmed with joy. "We're eating good tonight, kids!"
A sly grin spread around her lips. She leapt to the adjacent roof , keeping her footsteps lithe on the clay shingles.
It was just like the hunting she and her father participated in every year before Snowdown.
Track. Observe.
Kill.
Simple tactics.
She set the rifle's butt against her shoulder. She pulled back the bolt action, chambering a round. She spied through the scope aiming for her target's knees.
She would incapacitate and deal more damage up close.
She held her breath in, her finger squeezing the trigger slowly.
Boom.
The scream echoed into the alleyway. Her target fell to the cobbled street.
Like a machine she set the bolt and chambered another round with precision and practice.
Her next target gaped at his fallen comrade. He was in too much shock to move.
Boom.
He fell with a clatter of screams and gold.
The others scattered instantaneously leaving their fallen comrades behind.
She slung the rifle around to her back and slid to the eaves of the house she was perched on. She grabbed a pipe and slid down to the cobbled road. She brought the rifle off her back and chambered the next round as she sauntered over to the fallen thieves who whimpered like scared dogs as she approached. Her heeled boots adding power to her angry steps as she neared.
She placed the muzzle of the rifle onto the first target's temple, pressing him into the cobblestones. His eyes closed in fear. His shaking hands holding his blown out knee.
She froze.
What does she do now?
The theif sensed her unsureness. He looked up at her with defiant eyes, ignoring the agony he was in.
Caitlyn's eyes widened as the man propped himself shakily onto his elbow.
He snickered.
Her body tightened. He sounded like...
She pulled the muzzle off his temple and stepped back. Trying to shake the memory.
"Weak sheep." He sputtered.
Something snapped in Caitlyn.
Something defiant and strong. Something that evoked and promised power.
She will not let them scare her.
With lightning quick speed she spun the rifle around and slammed the butt into the man's face making the back of his head crack against the stone. He went limp and she turned to the next thief, who shrunk instantly.
She strapped the rifle around her back and grabbed the younger thief by the collar of his ratty shirt. She pulled him against the brick wall of one of the nearby buildings.
"You are under citizen's arrest." She stated in her upper city accent.
The boy swallowed.
She dropped him, watching him slide back to the cobblestone.
She tied the thieves' wrists.
She pulled a hex communicator from her back pocket and dialled the police.
It took them five minutes to arrive.
Caitlyn was escorted roughly into another cruiser and watched as her targets were brought up into a holding van.
They took her to HQ with sirens wailing.
The officer pulled up to the front steps of the station and turned the key to the cruiser. He grunted as he opened the door and exited the vehicle.
He ripped her door open and grabbed her shoulder taking her out of the cruiser and directing her up the stairs.
The police station was a flurry of officers, but they made way as the officer lead her to an office with a heavy cherry wood door.
"Stay put." He growled placing her onto a near by bench.
Caitlyn didn't budge and watched as the officer knocked and entered into the large office. The door closed behind him.
Minutes later the officer returned and motioned for her to enter.
She got up slowly and entered, praying to the gods, hoping she wasn't in a massive amount of trouble.
The door closed and Caitlyn was alone with a man at an oak desk. Paper work was scattered around him in large piles. He was an older man. His hair was slicked back with the colour salt and pepper. His weathered face was cut with grooves of age. He looked through his spectacles and gave a small smile.
"Good evening, Miss Deramore."
Caitlyn nodded and curtsied in respect, as her mother had taught her to do in front of men in power. "And to you as well Sheriff Tarlson."
"Please take a seat." The sheriff pointed to a small arm chair at the end of his desk.
Caitlyn obliged and sat in proper form, placing her hands on her thighs. She held her posture with shoulders squared and head high. If she was to recieve punishment she was going to receive it as a lady.
The sheriff placed the report down and sighed heavily.
"How does a young upper city Piltite take down two of the most wanted serial thieves in one night by herself with no further training?" He asked. His bright eyes questioning her through his spectacles.
Caitlyn was taken aback. "Most wanted?" She asked
" My officers have been looking for these two infamous scoundrels for almost a year now. How does a fourteen year old catch them in one night?" The man slammed his large hands down on the oak desk.
Caitlyn took a large breath.
" I overheard my father's descriptions when the police arrived at our manor house. I was afraid that they wouldn't be caught." She began. " I knew that they would probably go back to the lower city.I went to the crime scene and investegated what I could. I thought I would never find them until I heard laughter close by. You know what the say, if they're guilty they always comeback. The descriptions matched. So I intervened"
The sheriff stared at the girl in disbelief. "My officers have failed the people of Piltover, to the point that a citizen had took responsibility into her own young hands to find her father's assailants."
Caitlyn looked down to her feet.
"Was it exhilarating?" The sheriff asked nonchalantly.
The question took Caitlyn off guard. Exhilarating?
" I felt powerful." Her eyes locked with the sheriff's.
The sheriff nodded.
" I'm getting old in my years, Miss Deramore. Never have I seen someone apprehend such dangerous criminals with such swift justice." He removed his spectacles. "Have you given much thought to your future career Miss Deramore?"
"My father wants me to involve myself in politics."
The sheriff raised an eyebrow. A small chuckle bubbled from his throat. He wrenched open a drawer at his desk and produced a large book. "Read this religiously." He grinned as he passed the book along.
Caitlyn took the red covered text book and revised the title. "The Rookie's Guide To Piltovian Laws and Enforcement."
"You should think about the police force, Miss Deramore." The Sheriff quirked." I could see you having a bright future in the force."
Caitlyn nodded thoughtfully.
"You're free to go, Miss Deramore." The sheriff stated.
Caitlyn rose from her seat and turned toward the door.
"Oh and Miss Deramore." The Sheriff said. "Next time, call us ahead of time before you make another citizen's arrest. I don't want your father throwing me out of here yet."
"What makes you think I would do this again?" Caitlyn asked suspiciously.
The sheriff smiled.
"Because you are tired of living in fear. You want your home to be safe. That's why you reacted to find those thieves so quickly, Miss Deramore. Who knows you might plummet the awful crime rate within weeks."
After the encounter with the sheriff, Caitlyn would sneak out of her manor house at least two times a week, staying up all night on the top of buildings and clock towers. She would swoop down and rescue those in need, or take out thieves or burglars before their acts.
Of course she kept her word with the Sheriff and would call ahead before taking to the pursuit of criminals.
Caitlyn's parents fought tirelessly to get her to give up her vigilante lifestyle. There would be countless days they would argue, to end the foolish dream of possibly being Piltover's youngest sheriff. She would spend hours reading up on law enforcement. Eventually, her mother gave in and created Hextech gadgets for Caitlyn to use on the field. It was the only way that Catherine felt she could protect her daughter. Soon the sheriff took Caitlyn under his wing. He began to train her as his deputy. Her detective skills were phenomenal and she solved many cases that seemed insolvable. The sheriff was pleased witht the way she worked. She was even showing great leadership skills while around other officers and they respected her.
Soon, with the young deputy's help, the crime rate began to fall in record time.