The pinkette frowned, Caitlyn had left a while ago and Vi somehow doubted that she was going to visit her any time soon, if she ever decided to visit her again that is. The rain was still falling outside and Vi wanted to stand near the window and watch the raindrops wash away the dirt from the pavement, but the handcuffs restrained her movements forcing her to remain in bed. So Vi laid down, miserable and alone listening to the sounds of the night.
Sleep wouldn't come to her easily, the combined pain of her wounds and Caitlyn's harsh words were sure to keep her awake until the first hours of dawn. Vi abruptly pressed her hand against her stomach preferring the physical pain of her wounds over the agonizing jabs in her chest tearing her heart to ribbons, but still no matter how much she pressed and pinched at the fresh injury Caitlyn's outburst was still tormenting her the most.
Vi sighed in defeat, putting a cigarette on her lips, her eyes darting across the room searching for her lighter. She cursed, spotting the lighter on top of the nightstand just out of her reach. Just her luck! She grudgingly started chewing on the cigarette, lost in her thoughts. Truth be told she expected Caitlyn to despise her after threatening her, she was a criminal after all, but after their little time together she had though, scratch that, she had hoped that she and the Sheriff would have come closer, if even just a little. Or that maybe Caitlyn would be seeing her in a new light after she proved her devotion by facing an entire prison's worth of criminals just to save her ass, but apparently she was wrong.
The rain kept falling down mercilessly, forcing the pedestrians to seek shelter inside the various shops and workshops littering the streets and like every single night in her life Vi felt lonely.
She had always been a misfit, a loner condemned in solitude and there was no real reason for a person to desire her company anyway, well apart from using her to achieve their own goals. Vi had learned that the hard way while living in the streets, fighting for survival. The lesson was simple, everything important was hard to come by, but the things that mattered the most were the truly unreachable ones, even more so the person she was infatuated with. Of course the Sheriff would cut her ties with her the moment she was out of the slammer, she should have expected that. There was no reason for her to endure her presence anymore. Vi laughed bitterly, she had actually managed to make an enemy out of the Sheriff of Piltover, the only decent cop in the city. Yep, she was screwed. It was laughable, really laughable, but then why was her chest hurting so much?
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Caitlyn sighed, she quickly signed the last document of the day before tacking it inside the drawer under her desk among the rest of them, remembering to lock the drawer afterwards. Her tired brown eyed landed on the old memory card resting on top of the polished surface of her desk and she sighed again disappointingly. She should have asked Vi about the footage while she was in the hospital, but after the shock caused by Vi's 'escape attempt' and the heartache that followed after she had handcuffed the pinkette on the bed's frame Caitlyn had totally forgotten about it.
Vi was supposed to remain in the hospital for another day or two before finally returning back in her cell anyway. Caitlyn had already arranged for her transfer into another high security prison, she had even contacted some of the guards and asked them to keep an eye on the wounded inmate while she recovered, trying to protect the pinkette from the inmates' wrath.
A loud round of applause startled her, shattering her thoughts like a flock of birds after a gunshot and Caitlyn stood up, carefully straightening her top hat, before casually strolling out of her office, following the noise in order to discover the source of the disturbance. It was pretty late and most of the deputies had already left, heading home for some much needed rest and relaxation after a day's worth of chasing wrongdoers and preserving order.
She followed the sound of loud whistling to the conference room, the door was open so she entered without anyone noticing her. The ambiance in the room was strained, brimming with awe and excitement, Caitlyn stared annoyed, her brown eyes burning holes into the backs of her fellow deputies. The room was occupied by a few policemen seated on the conference room's folding chairs, the deputies were drinking beer and cheering loudly, gathered around a giant hextech monitor.
Caitlyn scoffed, that wouldn't be the first time that her colleagues had used the room's applications in order to watch a League match. Who was it this time? Demacia? Noxus? It surely couldn't be Zaun, the citizens of Piltover hated their guts, but maybe they had made an exception this time, only to watch their antagonists suffer in the cruel hands of the teams hailing from the land of ice, Freljord. Caitlyn was about to lecture her deputies about the misuse of sensitive police equipment, she took a deep breath, preparing her stern, authoritative voice as she let her gaze traveled among the gasping deputies only to stop at the hextech screen. She froze.
It was Vi, the background looked like a prison corridor and the uniform that she was wearing was definitely standard Piltover prisoner uniform so that could only be footage taken during the riot. She saw Vi, the smug, cheerful Vi moving stiffly, her happy go lucky pretended attitude crumbling under her gaze, the lonely look in her eyes as she walked towards the inmates.
She observed Vi's solemn march, her lips moving while she mumbled a silly song trying to give herself the courage to continue. She witnessed Vi's demeanor changing, her expression hardening, her features twisting into an angry scowl, she barred her teeth at the approaching prisoners like a caged beast begging to be released. Caitlyn could almost feel the determination emanating from the inmate's pores, the fire in her eyes flaring, her palms turning into fists as she stopped mere steps away from the mob.
Caitlyn saw the pinkette pausing and she shivered as Vi raised her hand in front of her face showing something at the inmates. It was a key, the key to the Warden's office, the key capable of unlocking the Sheriff's shelter, the key that was protecting Caitlyn's life. She watched in silence, captivated by the pinkette's actions as Vi opened her mouth, placing the key on top of her tongue and she couldn't believe her eyes when the pinkette swallowed it, making herself the sole target of the inmates' furry.
She watched her savior smile mischievously, the inmates dashing forward, their rage filled cries drowning her ears, the angry snarls escaping their throats, roars filled with murder and the intention to kill and maim as they descended upon the pinkette like a pack of rabid dogs and Caitlyn wanted to stop them. She wanted to scream and cry and hug herself, avert her gaze from the terrible spectacle, but she couldn't tear her eyes off the sobbing pinkette so she kept watching even when her tears blurred her vision and she couldn't see a thing anymore. Vi's wailing kept her company even then.
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The first one didn't even know what hit him, Vi pulverized his nose with her fist. He collapsed on the floor twitching, foam coming out of his mouth. The second one was unlucky, the pinkette grabbed his head and pushed it in the way of a police baton coming down to crush her face. He fell down clenching his head, his hair wet with blood. The third one was smart enough to recognize a living hurricane when he saw it, he stepped back only to be shoved forward by his comrades. Vi's knuckles put an early end to his advance. A man punched her, his fist barely connecting with her tattooed cheek before Vi's own hand crashed his ribs. A woman charged her, someone roared, a bottle came flying to meet her head. Vi continued pummeling her opponents, her hands aiming for their bones and unguarded limbs taking them out one by one. She crashed a man's hand receiving a scratch in exchange, a woman was sent flying, someone stabbed her shoulder and the massacre continued.
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She was panting, sweat dripping down her forehead and neck, her blood leaking from numerous small cuts and wounds. She swore, the sheer ferocity of her attacks had scared the prisoners at first but they had started coordinating their attacks after a while waiting for her to tire out. She was surrounded, someone kicked her leg from behind and she fell to her knees punching a man's crotch before what felt like a chair exploded on the side of her head. Everything went black for a moment, the next thing she knew there was a burning pain in her gut and someone was holding her hands, restraining her. She must had passed out for a second. Vi looked down only to see a makeshift knife protruding from her stomach, a man was trying to cut her open and retrieve the key from her guts. She started panicking, the blade exited her wound and she cried out in pain. The man stabbed her again.
"Get the key."
Vi's gaze silently shifted to the door, Caitlyn was screaming her name banging at the metal plated door, the brunette was crying. Vi gritted her teeth, she needed to hold on for just a bit more, every second keeping them away from the key was another second the brunette was safe. Her foot shot up to the man's face and Vi screamed in agony, her vision darkening threatening to vanish once more. Her tormentor fell back taking the knife with him. She elbowed a prisoner, grabbed his head and slammed it face first into the wall, the time for pleasantries was over.
She could taste copper, but that was the least of her problems so she grabbed the nearest police baton, wrenched it out of the prisoner's hand and started swinging it, breaking hands and knees alike in a flurry of blows.
The pain was too much, she felt tears rolling down her cheeks, blood gashed out of her body. Another man collapsed on the floor, a broken lump of flesh, but Vi kept swinging. Her stomach was on fire and she felt like she was tearing herself apart with every attack, but she kept going anyway. She bit her lips trying to contain her screams, imprison them inside her throat as even more crimson rained down the floor. Her hand clenched her wound trying to prevent her injuries from spiting more of her lifeblood across the hallway. The last man collapsed, his body resembling a heap of broken bones and bloody flesh and finally the baton slipped from Vi's fingers landing in a puddle of blood. The pinkette was sobbing now, her teeth sinking into her torn lip, tears falling from her cheeks on the crimson floor mixing with her sweat and blood. She stumbled down the corridor bumping against the walls on her way out.
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"Everyone out!"
Most deputies jumped, falling from their seats, even the drunk ones stayed silent when they saw the Sheriff's expression and hurried to comply casting their eyes on the floor. Caitlyn locked the door behind her and wiped the tears from her eyes. She hid her face in her hands. Vi had apparently forgotten to mention that she had almost been gutted for her shake. The Sheriff had always doubted the pinkette's intentions. Every word, every glance, every action could be staged by a third party in order to cloud her judgment or win the citizens' favor.
Even the pinkette's heroic self-sacrifice could be a part of some greater scheme, how else would Vi be so sure that she was going to survive the inmates' attack if she wasn't in cahoots with the prisoners? But Caitlyn could finally overrule that possibility. She had recognized the look on the pinkette's face when she eyed the knife buried hilt deep inside her body. Caitlyn had seen that same expression among her fellow Institute champions, the ones called Legends when they were fighting for the fate of their homelands while thinking of their loved ones. There was no fear hidden in Vi's baby blue eyes, neither was regret or a will to survive, her life was of little importance at that moment. The only reason the pinkette had pulled herself back together, forcing herself to stand up. The only reason that she had kept fighting, sobbing and wailing, screaming in agony, tearing herself apart with every swing of her bent weapon was to keep her safe.
Vi had come out of the room expecting to die and Caitlyn had treated her like an annoyance, scheduling her transfer before she had even regained consciousness.
Writer's note: That fight scene was the only thing I still remembered from this story. Caitlyn! How could you!? Vi deserves someone better, someone that will make her happy and will never break her heart, Someone like.. ReK'Sai! Let me fix that.. Ahem..
Vi was dozing off, eyelids closed, hands clenching her metallic restraints, resting on the tough mattress of her hospital bed. She was sleeping peacefully, her dreams were filled with box gloves and cupcakes, good cupcakes that wouldn't step on her heart or treat her like a criminal. Her slumber was so deep that she didn't even hear the crowd's screams or noticed the evacuation, she didn't pay attention to the building's quaking until she felt something slumping on top of her shoulder and heard a soft growl.
She scowled, her eyes opening tiredly only to come face to face with a void monstrosity, a cute one that smelled like roses and strawberries and seemed to be blushing. The void creature purred again, rubbing its face against the pinkette's shoulder almost affectionately and Vi reached under her pillow, slipping her gauntlet into her hand, charging her fist ready to punch the living daylights out of the unfortunate author, that stepped back, moving away from the keyboa