This story contains a bunch of profanities, sexual humor, adult themes and what not, so if you're bothered with that, don't force yourself to read this. ￣ˍ￣
Story rating may be considered as Rated MA for Mature Audience. Warnings may or may not be given on the start of a chapter whenever there's a scene not suitable for readers below 16-18 years old. •﹏•
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In advance, I apologize if there are any typos and grammatical errors. English is not my native language, it's Tagalog, so, yeah! ﹋o﹋
I hope you readers enjoy the story! ∩_∩
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ACT 1
The red and blue light of the sirens practically colored the whole block, dozens of police vehicles parked all over the road. The sky was dark, yet no star seem to be brave enough to present itself to anyone below them. Police officers moved around busily, every each one of them having their minds set in certain tasks.
One certain officer though, specifically the Sheriff, seems to be out of herself. Caitlyn just watched with a blank expression as her fellow officers bustled around her, some exiting the apartment building they had surrounded.
Everything around her, every sound that blared and rang, it all remained mute in her ears.
Despite the absence of any shootouts, Caitlyn's sense of hearing was filled with the sound of a deafening gunshot. It was distant and at the same time not. Her fingers unconsciously flexed around the rifle she held as she breathed in.
"Sheriff,"
Caitlyn's gaze, which was staring into nothing, snapped towards the officer that had approached her. She had always been so alert with her surroundings, always aware of everything around her, but lately, the behavior she's been showing makes the former somewhat questionable. Once she fully returned to reality, the noises reached her ears and the chilly night registered to her senses.
"What is it?"
"We already apprehended the guys inside. Turns out, the info you got was right. We found some kids at the basement, which confirms the human trafficking we heard about."
She nodded. She knew for sure that there were children being held in this specific location. After all, she had not investigated this lead alone to begin with. In fact, it wasn't even her that had opened this case in the first place.
It was her.
"I'm sure you can handle everything from here on." She said as she headed towards her Hextech cruiser.
The officer followed. "Yes, ma'am. We'll have the children back to their homes and those felons in a cell before you know it."
Caitlyn didn't bother dismissing the officer verbally. She just slipped inside her vehicle and drove out of the scene, feeling drained. It was just like every day ever since her death. Call it a routine for the Sheriff.
Countless city lights and bright shop signs flashed before her as she sped down the main road of Piltover, passing a few civilian vehicles in the process. Her eyes remained glued to the road ahead of her, not even daring to glance away from the pavement.
Regardless of her current internal feeling, Caitlyn held no plans in going home immediately. She still wants to go somewhere, somewhere she needs to be at.
The small screen installed on the dashboard lit up, showing the capitalized words of 'INCOMING CALL' in the miniature monitor. Caitlyn tapped a finger over the red icon, not wanting to speak to anyone presently. She never was one to reject calls so brazenly, knowing some of them may actually be important, but within this time frame, nothing mattered to her.
The only thing that held relevance to her in that moment was the destination she had in mind.
Her vehicle came to a halt in front of a rundown warehouse, the engine turning off with a single tap of her finger on the screen. She exited the vehicle and locked it, bringing her rifle with her as she approached the door-less entrance of the poorly-kept warehouse.
As she walked inside the dark shadowy structure, she could hear voices, voices identical to hers, echoing inside her head, screaming and crying so distantly, so brokenly. It's as if there were ghosts that haunted the building.
At the back of her mind, she was thankful that her rifle has a strap, or else she would have dropped it in that moment. She approached the rust-covered stairs leading to the rooftop of the warehouse, her boots lowly thumping against the worn-out metal.
Every step she took, it felt like her boots became heavier, her rifle becoming more of a baggage for her to carry instead of an important tool of survival. With a light push, the door at the top of the stairway swung open with a loud and annoying creak.
The door no longer obscured the rooftop from her vision and she nearly broke down, especially when she saw one specific corner, a corner painted with blood that had long dried. The scrapes of paint and dents on the wall can still be clearly seen, in spite of the dried crimson that blanketed it.
Caitlyn wanted to hurl, scream and cry at the same time, if it were possible. She internally cursed and damned herself to Hell itself when her mind conjured up the image of a person. A person she held so dearly close to her heart, slumped against the wall, large gauntlets laying broken on either sides of hers, fresh blood dripping from the discernable wound on her chest.
She suppressed a choked sob and made sure her tears remained withheld within its confines, her feet taking her closer to the corner she has her eyes focused on. When her knees hit the ground, she couldn't take it anymore, she knew that she isn't strong enough to prevent herself from crying right then and there.
One by one, tears fell from her eyes, clear drops falling on her own lap. Reaching forward, her fingertips grazed againts a blood-stained part of wall. It's her blood.
With trembling hands, she pulled a small lever from her rifle, making a bullet pop out from the side, which she caught before it could tumble to the ground.
Taking hold of that bullet, she slowly and quaveringly placed it beside the three similar bullets lined up in front of her. They're the same bullets she had left from her previous visits, all of them remaining untouched.
"Vi…" She whispered quietly. "I don't know… if I can last any longer…"
A fingertip caressed the recently placed bullet.
"It's been a month… and…"
Caitlyn's teeth clenched, just like her fists and her eyes shut close tightly.
"I miss you…"
She didn't know how long she stayed in that position, the wind blowing and causing her hair to fly slightly. She always did this every week, paying her own tribute to her departed partner.
Numerous ideas crossed her mind every single day, her mind proposing for her to do unspeakable things to just end the pain. Thankfully, she still had the will to stop herself. The thought of disappointing Vi is too much for her to ignore.
She had to admit, a few days ago, she wanted to end it all. Her rifle's muzzle was already staring directly at her, one of her fingers was oh so ready to pull the trigger.
But, she couldn't do it.
Vi would not have wanted her to take her life for her.
Caitlyn felt completely responsible for Vi's death. Instead of going out on their usual patrols together, she had assigned Vi to finish their evening patrol alone due to the paperwork she had to take care of.
She hated herself.
Why?
If only she had known that was the last time she was going to see Vi, maybe she would have done something, said something else, not "How many times have I told you? No means no, Vi. Just go and do the patrol."
Vi had asked her to go out on a date with her for the umpteenth time ever since they met each other, and, like she had always done, she bluntly declined it. Instead of being offended or saddened, only a little pout was found on Vi's face before she bid a quick goodbye and left.
Now, she has no chance to tell Vi everything she kept to herself, the subdued feelings that was once unidentified but was now clarified. She desperately wished that she had met with clarity earlier than she had. All of the time that were wasted and ticked away, she could never have them back.
The only thing she could do now was just mourn and profess her feelings to the cold and bitter evening.
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Author's Note: The first chapter of "Skin" is now out! Yaaayyy~! Well! I'm taking a break from my Frozen Lotus stories and will be working on a well-known pairing in the League. Piltover's Finest! :D They're my second favorite pair in the League. 3
Although, my two other pairings, Frozen Lotus and Eclipse, will probably make cameos in this story, only if I get myself those opportunities. ;)
This story shall be continued once "You Don't Own Me" is finished. ^_^
For those who want to see a bunch of drabbles involving the Frozen Lotus ship, check my Wattpad profile out and the story uploaded there going by the title, "Everyday Life of Frozen Lotus". It contains a bunch of random shorts that stars the Frozen Lotus pair. Sometimes my other two favorites also appear there, so, yeah. :3
I hope I see you readers in the next chapter! ^u^
(This chapter was updated and slightly edited, July 4, 2018)