Caitlyn looked at the sun setting down, that would be her first night together with Vi, she had hoped that she would have been rescued by now but it seemed that wouldn't be the case after all. She was feeling extremely anxious at first dreading the things the criminal had in store for her after the night had fallen but looking at her now it seemed that Vi had either forgotten about their deal or simply wasn't in the mood for sexual intercourse.
Caitlyn let out a sigh of relief, Vi remained silent seated on the chair in front of her, hands folded behind her head, boots resting on top of the warden's desk, the half burnt remnants of a cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth, pink bangs spilled around her face hiding her expression.
The darkness started descending lazily, covering the walls with silken shadows like a giant spider weaving a trap for its prey. Caitlyn stood up, turning on the bathroom's light, she left the door half open in order to reduce the amount of light spilling into the office.
That would have to do, she made sure the light didn't reach the gap under the entrance's door so their presence would remain undiscovered, she returned back to the couch stealing glances at Vi every once in a while. After about ten minutes of observing the pinkete's still body being swallowed by the darkness Caitlyn decided that Vi had fallen asleep.
She had been pondering the next steps of her plan when a sudden scream from the outside made her flinch almost making her jump out of her skin. She froze, holding her breath listening to the distant screams and laughter coming from somewhere inside the building. She shivered.
"There is a coat on the floor behind you in case you are cold."
Caitlyn almost had a heart attack, she was so immersed in her thoughts imagining what was happening behind the sealed door that she had completely forgotten about the silent inmate. She peeked into the darkness trying to discern Vi's face.
"What do you think is happening out there?"
Vi shrugged without bothering opening her eyes.
"They will torture most of the staff if they haven't killed them already. They will keep some for hostages if they are smart, the junkies will raid the infirmary, I don't know after that."
Caitlyn nodded, she had come up with the same conclusion herself even though she had tried not thinking about it.
"And what about the Piltover Police Department what do you think they are doing?"
Vi moved her hand to her mouth, she took a small drag from her crumbling cigarette, then released a bit of smoke.
"They are trying to buy time, checking the waters and come to some sort of agreement with the inmates. They will probably wait for the prisoners to get exhausted by the lack of food before storming the place. "
Caitlyn nodded once again, trying to bargain with the prisoners to release the hostages was standard PPD procedure, what surprised her the most was Vi's deductive reasoning. The woman was capable of calmly analyzing the situation, predicting the enemies' actions and their consequences like a mathematician slowly working her way to the solution of a problem. A trait she had only encountered on herself and a few renowned Piltovian scientists like Heimerdinger, the Revered Inventor. She never would have guessed it after reading about the pinkete's violent history in her file.
She stared into the darkness intrigued by the mysterious inmate until a particularly loud scream made her jump from her seat.
"You can't save them."
Caitlyn glared at her.
"These are my people! People I swore to protect, you expect me to just sit here twiddling my thumbs while innocent men and women are being killed?!"
Vi moved uncomfortably, she opened her azure eyes looking straight into Caitlyn's brown ones.
"Yes"
Caitlyn stood up in an instant, she made a run for the door, unlocked it and was about to dart down the corridor when she felt a strong pair of arms wrapping around her frame and her feet leaving the ground. She thrashed about trying to escape the pinkete's grip but Vi just ignored her silently locking the door before carrying her back to the couch.
"Let me go! Let me go you monster!"
Vi flinched but didn't comply, she sat on the couch placing Caitlyn on her lap.
"LET ME GO!"
The inmate caught the older woman's hands in a vice grip, pressing her lips against her own to silence her, but the brunette would have none of it. She caught the pinkete's bottom lip between her teeth before biting down with all her might.
Vi whimpered, her body tensing but didn't let go, Caitlyn tasted the coppery flavor of Vi's blood and bit her even harder. She waited for the pinkete to hit her, it took her almost five minutes to look at the pinkete in the eyes, five long minutes spent in complete silence chewing on Vi's bottom lip while waiting for the pinkete to hit her.
Six minutes later Caitlyn finally lifted her hate filled eyes to meet the inmate's and froze. There was sadness in Vi's eyes so much it made her hurt, sadness and understanding but most of all there was determination, a determination so great it chilled the Sheriff's blood. Vi pointed downwards with her gaze and Caitlyn cautiously released her.
Vi looked at her calmly, blood dripping down her chin staining her prison uniform.
"Those people down below are valuable assets right now, there is still a chance they will make it out of here alive. If you rush out there they will be no need of any other hostage anymore, the Sheriff of Piltover will be the greatest bargaining chip the prisoners could ever dream of and everyone else will lose their value and become a hindrance. Your presence could also start a killing spree since you are responsible for most of their arrests."
Caitlyn's shoulders dropped, her heart sank, Vi was right.
"I am going to let go of you now and I would really appreciate it if you didn't hit me, ok?"
She nods too tired to even speak and Vi slowly removes her hands from her wrists, Caitlyn wipes her eyes, she hadn't even realized that she had been crying. Vi is right of course, but she still finds it hard to ignore the screams of her citizens begging for help and not burst into action.
She feels something leaking from the corner of her mouth and she wipes it with her hand, she stares at the crimson stain, her brows furrowing in confusion her brain trying to process the image, before her gaze finally returns back to Vi. She gasps.
Vi's lower lip is a bloodied mess that has already started swelling. It finally downs on her that she has actually attacked Vi, the only ally she has in the prison, the only person kind enough to forget her grudge and help her in her time of need and more importantly someone that could have easily beaten her to a pulp without even breaking a sweat.
She gulps, there has to be a limit to a person's stupidity and she just broke the record, not even Olaf the Berserker would rash to his death like that, she eyes Vi carefully trying to discern if she is plotting her revenge but Vi only gives her a confused glance placing her hand on her shoulder.
The action doesn't seem threatening, the gesture is surprisingly tender as if Vi is trying to comfort her. She takes a deep breath to calm her nerves. It is ok, Vi either hasn't realized what actually happened or she is willing to let her little outburst slide. Still, her upbringing compels her to apologize.
"Vi"
"Yes Sheriff?" Her speech is formal, polite, a gesture of good will. Good.
The pinkete gives her a cautious look .she isn't sure the brunette has abandoned her altruistic notions just yet.
"I am sorry for biting you."
Vi smiles goodheartedly, Caitlyn allows herself to relax.
"It's ok Cupcake, if anyone asks the Sheriff gave me a love mark"
Caitlyn blushes furiously, she is about to respond when another loud scream roses into the night stealing her answer and most of her self-control. She clings to Vi hiding her face in the inmate's chest. Vi stiffens, but only for a moment before wrapping her hands around the older woman in a heartbeat, her fingers gently caressing her head.
"It's ok "she whispers" everything is going to be ok".
And those words make the brunette shiver as if she has heard them before in a different place and time, lost inside a forgoten dream and then her consciousness slips away in carrying her to the land of dreams.
Writer's note: Ok this chapter needed a major rewrite, I will not even talk about butchering at this point what I had to do to this chapter was nothing short of cold blooded murder. I used to hate this chapter and its slow pace, but after so many hours of working on it, it started to grow on me. What do you think, was it really that bad?