Five years ago, when Caitlyn moved into her first and brand new apartment, she finally felt free. Her parents helped her out a lot, but being at the age of twenty three and living with them was not a convenient option. Her young days of being a police officer made Caitlyn take on more than she should. Working at home, while her parents controlled every move, was a huge no. Sharing the information of police files was forbidden, and with her perfectionist attitude, she couldn't let herself have any flaws.
Starting a new chapter of her workaholic life, was her own little dream, where no one would interrupt her work. With a bag full of papers, and of course without her rifle yet, she was going home after a long day at the office. Her self-defense instincts were not as sharp as her future self's.
On that night Caitlyn was attacked for the very first time, while walking home. The assailant, a male of well-built posture, was one of the newest criminals her coworkers has been warned of. And as a new victim, as fragile woman she was, brunette was not able to defend herself as she wanted.
The big arms of a man quickly dealt with her, pushing future Sheriff onto the ground, with an intent to get into her female parts. Reasoning was nothing, and she could feel the strength of an outlaw. As her weak tries of pushing him off and crying for help were nothing, she felt herself failing.
She closed her eyes to not be scared any more than she already was, but then something had happened. The criminal screamed in pain, releasing the grip on Caitlyn's wrists. She did not feel his heat above her body, as he fell onto the ground.
"Spineless scum." A loud voice made Caitlyn snap her eyes open. She wanted to stand up, but the strength has completely left her body. Her gaze reached the savior.
A young girl stood next to her body, stomping on the assailant's stomach. She couldn't hear the words coming out this teenager's mouth, but she could swear that the speech contained mostly curse words.
The rapist was bleeding while struggling to get the girl off him. It seemed that her power was way above his level, damaging his organs was like nothing for her, even if she used just her legs. After a while of teaching him a lesson, the assailant got a chance to run away and with fear in his eyes he used it, running so fast as if his life depended on it.
Teenager chuckled to herself before kneeling next to Caitlyn with a pure smile on her face. She was wearing a beanie, which almost completely covered her hair, leaving only few strands of her bangs outside of it. Her loose, dirty clothes made her seem to be from the poorer district of Piltover. But even so she looked quite proud of herself.
"Can ya get up, Missy?" Her voice made Caitlyn realize what has happened. She took the hand the teenager was offering and slowly moved her head to confirm that everything was alright. At least it was good now.
The fast pull the girl has made to get Caitlyn on her feet made brunette lean on the teenager. She was slightly taller than her savior.
"Thank you..." Her voice was shaking a bit, but she quickly balanced herself to not lean on younger woman.
"Easy, I'll get ya home, but you owe me one, don't ya?" Girl laughed happily, as she took her elder's arm and winked playfully. Her pure, blue eyes made future Sheriff's heart skip a beat.
That night she has been taken home by a younger girl, her savior with surprisingly smaller body than Caitlyn's.
The memory hit brunette, like a train, right into her brain. The brawler with giant hextech gauntlets was resembling her savior from eight years ago, with the difference in height, hair not under a beanie and better drawn muscles on her body.
Her voice has changed, became more husky and deep, but the eyes remained the same. She could not believe her own eyes. The figure she always wanted to thanks for the rescue was the same person she now had to get behind the bars of a cold cell.
"It's getting fucking cold, open up, kitty-cat." Pinkette leaned against the wall as she yawned loudly while covering her mouth. The foul mouth of hers hasn't changed over the time as well as her blue irises. But Caitlyn was still under a shock to give out a reply.
Her arms tensed a bit as she recalled the warm touch of teenager's arm, before being walked home. Yet another thing shot into Caitlyn's brain, since that time Sheriff had twice changed her living place, and so on she had to be stalked from her workplace to the apartment. And what was the worst - she never noticed being trailed.