In critical moments people realize their worst traits. They start thinking about what they have done wrong or how they should have done something to prevent having any regrets. Caitlyn was not any different, but she didn't think of anything she has done wrong. The only thought that circled through her mind was how alone she had been all those years.
She did not know who to think about before dying. To whom cry the last prayer, who to regret not seeing ever again. There was nothing except pitch black, and she thought about how alone she is. Even the pain left her.
How long her body was under the pieces of wall, how much time had passed?
The tomb she led herself into felt cold and empty. At first she didn't know if she's alive or not, she could've fainted and her subconscious self was talking. The long monologue that happened only in her mind.
"MOVE!"
A loud scream made her realize that she's not dead yet. The awfully familiar voice made her finally snap awake. The air was hard to grasp, she couldn't move, she couldn't see anything, but after hearing this one word she was sure. She was still alive.
The loud sounds of fight behind the wall worried Caitlyn, there was something going on to what she couldn't react. She tried responding, but her voice couldn't get out of her throat. Even the air in her lungs seemed to come too slow. The reason she was on the verge of death and life lied upon herself. The weight on her chest made her feel like she had a hypoxia.
Something finally moved and Caitlyn's eyes caught the first portion of light in a long time. Her eyes tried to adjust to the world surrounding her, but still, she couldn't move her head to see anything else but the sky decorated with pieces of broken wall.
"STOP IT!", a male voice was heard by sheriff. "You're going to kill her you bitch!"
Brunette definitely didn't want her savior to stop, she felt the life coming right back to her body thanks to this person.
"Shut your trap. I ain't gonna wait hours for yer help." The quick response, and another fragment of wall moved. Caitlyn's lungs finally caught oxygen, her whole chest hurt.
"Leave it before you hurt...!" As fast as brunette grasped the air it escaped from her chest.
The wall fell down crashing against other fragments, pinning her to the ground once again. It landed in different position than before, a piece of structure pierced her arm.
She couldn't even scream in the shock. Her eyes watered, and teeth pierced her lip as she tried to endure the spasms of pain attacking her organism.
"You son of a bitch! Don't fucking touch me!" Through the blood rushing in her head sheriff heard the loud smash and a man yelling in pain. She guessed correctly - he was sent flying on the ground with one punch. The wall moved again and Caitlyn cried, grasping air like it was her only source of strength.
The pain she was feeling in her shoulder was beyond any kind of anguish she ever felt. She was in need of strong painkillers to endure it for a longer time period. At that moment she only cared to stop this feeling, not thinking about losing blood.
"Thank fucking god." The light blinded Caitlyn for a moment, it took her a few seconds to look at the face of her savior.
She never expected to be rescued by her enemy, she never wanted to. But she couldn't deny her heart skipping a beat when she saw the big smile on the brawler's face. She couldn't believe that this pink haired punk rushed between police officers just to help her.
She had to admit, the brawler was a huge nuisance, the enemy of the peaceful life, but it seemed that for some reason she cared about Caitlyn.
She was finally free, but had yet to move on her own. The criminal was pushed off when sheriff's coworkers saw her and one of them rushed to help her stand.
Her savior stood there in shock of being pushed away without a single 'thank you'. At first it all seemed quite peaceful, no one said a thing to the brawler, Caitlyn was leaning on one of her acquaintances from work slowly getting a grip of herself. But then the poor sense of law hit right in.
Of all things that happened on this day, pinkette should not be there and she definitely should not rescue her from the brick tomb. As well as she should never be a criminal.
"It's the bitch you were looking for Caitlyn!" Man with a surely broken nose caught the brawler by her neck. His nose wasn't producing as much blood as brunette's wounded shoulder, but he seemed to be in worse condition than sheriff herself.
Definitely no one in her squad would ever let the brawler go, even if she did the right thing by saving Caitlyn. The eyes of her coworkers were pointed at brunette searching for an answer. She couldn't say no, not in front of people she built her reputation high for.
With an aching heart and burning sensation in her arm she raised her head to finally look pinkette straight in her eyes. She never saw someone's life essence escaping from their irises.
"Capture her..." The weak voice with heartbreaking sense of justice made brawler's eyes lose all the sparkling blue color, leaving sensation colder than snowstorm racing through the lands of Freljord.
Author's note:
The biggest thankies for Dusk! :3. I love you and love you more for helping me with editing :3.
Also time for his best quotes about this chapter:
"Oh wow Caitlyn, that was so low, no wonder people in Bronze still play you"
"I really love how you went with this, having Caitlyn almost die from bad positioning, which I presume you know from personal experience"
[fucking League of Legends X'D. Being ADC is hard I swear!]
