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Hell's Hounds MC
The gang wars and drug trafficking had pushed Piltover to their limits. Forsaking the once city they pledged loyalty to had come crumbling down, watching from afar at the lost city tears itself apart. And for decades innocent citizens suffered casualties and death on a daily basis, because they let it happen. Vander let it happen. After losing his wife Lilly in a pass by shooting, the Hound rallies his most trusted men to avenge her. Benzo and Silco answer the call to aid, killing every last member with a tattoo of loyalty, before burning all their supplies and hunting down anyone who profited from Lily’s death.
Thus birthing the Outlaw Motorcycle Club, Hells HOUNDS.
Vander is President of the club, Benzo as his VP and most trusted advisor with Silco patched in as his Sgt. in command; the original three heads of Hades. Piltover had labeled them as vigilantes the more word spread and others joined the Hounds MC, while the Undercity celebrated their newfound guardians.
And for a while it worked. Until–Vander Bedrock fell in love with Felicia.
His vision for the Undercity’s and the club's future began to alter. Questioning if violence was enough to keep his people from imploding again. When Felicia became pregnant, Silco saw his softness as weakness, and the infection would spread like an airborne virus.
They spoke, as husband and old lady, of the Nation of Zaun and passing down good news about being pregnant. A girl, Felicia proclaimed. Benzo was pleasantly surprised, and was warmed to see his old friend coming out of the darkness. Silco ont he other hand grew angry, as he spoke of a code, and repairing the broken relationship with Piltover. It was treason in his yes and change was never good when words such as “peace” and “healing”. A place to raise their children rather than watch the Undercity take them by force.
They were kings–and Silco had his own plans in the making. A drug he had come to possess in finding Dr. Corin Revek, a once infamous doctor hailing as The Council's personal scientist. A man who held many secrets, and a past of experimentations. When the Council found his abominations, they voted to unanimously banish the good doctor where he slunk his way into Piltover. The doctor was a step for Silco to push forward with his own agenda. But it would take time, for which he had plenty. So for now, he would play the part and follow his best friend until the opportune moment.
Watching as Vander flush and destroy all they had worked for in the name of a fatherhood.
Years later, Vi is rushed to the hospital after a hit and run incident while on her dirtbike. They had no choice but to remove ⅔ of her left leg, remain in the hospital for weeks or months depending on progress of recovery, and another 6 months of physical therapy she will have to endure. The Hounds spread and ask for information in their neighborhood, finding evidence of it being Councilor Salo, unaware and oblivious of Vi being the eldest daughter of the Hound. The original three find and ambush him, chaining him up in an abandoned warehouse, and watch him squirm.
But his body remains pure as not a single punch or threat has been invoked. Instead, Vander talks to him and asks why the hell he crossed into his territory the day he hit his daughter. Salo tells him about shimmer and Vander asks where and who he got it from, only to be told it was just a punk kid on a corner. He heard the rumors quietly filtering through The Last Drop, unclear of who is distributing it. Instead of beating the ever living shit out of him, or killing him, Silco takes a picture of his face to capture the light purple fragments glistening in eyes due as a side effect of Dr. Sing’s drug. His small industry was slowly making waves into Piltover and ensnaring elites such as Councilor Salo.
Vander shows him a video of the post accident, an abiding citizen filming the councilor getting out of the car to check on the girl and speeding away. He blackmails the council member into ensuring his daughter’s medical bills are paid in full and transporting her to Piltover Hospital, including the bionic leg from HexTech, he will then cover and vouch for his daughters entire education in Piltover, plus a single favor he’ll come for one day.
If he does all of this, Vander will let him live and destroy any evidence of his crime. Promising the councilor he is a man of honor, but reminds him the Hound may have shown him mercy, but as a father, he would bring the councilor back here and finish what they started. Salo finally succumbs to his terms after seeing a replay of the camera phone filming the entire incident.
Silco sees the elite as an investment opportunity towards a future unfolding before his very eyes. The timing wasn’t right to kill Vander, so for now he’d hunker down and work in the shadows.
Vi and Caitlyn meet when they are 14 and Powder is 9.
Caitlyn Kiramman is not only the hottest, richest, chick in all of Piltover, with Mel Medarda as her best friend and “pretty boy” Jacyce Talis, she’s the woman everyone wants. And she knows it. Except Vi seems to be the exception, and Caitlyn finds the new Undercity student strikingly intriguing. Perhaps, she thought, these next 4 years won’t be a total snoozefest.
Vi hates everything about the school, and she especially hates this Kiramman girl. She was the daughter of a councilor, one of many who voted to abandon her city. Vi tries to keep to herself, avoids fights until her anger get the best of her, keeps her hood down, and just tries to barrel through the fact that she’s been forced to come here for the next 4 years. And has to wear a fucking uniform. Only good thing about this shitty school is the food, even their fruit had a certain crunch and sweetness she never knew even existed. Every bite leaves a disdainful taste in her mouth, hating Piltover even more.
Behind closed doors, Silco is arguing with Vander. Telling him the garage and bar aren’t enough to keep things running, and perhaps it was time to explore new opportunities and ventures. They needed money, and now was the perfect time to catch Piltover off guard and strike. Vander quickly dismisses. Informing Silco he has already been talking to a–contact in Piltover, who is willing to back his cause before the council. The club has fulfilled its purpose. It was time to go straight, the MC would retain a presence without seeking violence first, and watch his daughters grow up. Silco can no longer hold off on his plans and pushes the timeline up. It was now or never. Sevika, and a few others in the club, pledged their loyalty to Silco in believing Vander had lost his way.
Vi gets a phone call while at Jayce’s house party, and Caitlyn is the last person to have seen her.
Vander, The Hound, has been killed.
No witnesses. No evidence. No murder weapon to be found. No possible DNA, 3 holes in his back, but no bullets were found according to Sheriff Grayson who has taken over the case. She later informs the family that his bloodwork popped for drugs relating to shimmer, unknown if it was before or after the shooting.
During the funeral Silco sees Vi at her most vulnerable. Wallowing in grief and anger, she promises Silco she will kill the man responsible for this. Wanting payback. Silco needs to get rid of Vi, as she is the Vanders prodigy and sees her as a threat into the new era of the Undercity.
Marcus, the Sheriff's Deputy, had warned Silco of Finn’s actions in Piltover. He was an asset Silco had acquired, a Judas living under every enforcer's nose, including Sheriff Grayson for his cut in passing shimmer through. Finn had grown greedy and Silco underestimated his capabilities and connections he had acquired over the years. According to his deputy, Finn has been selling a new strand of shimmer and can now be inhaled, which has been catching too much attention under the watchful Sheriff’s eyes. Silco wants him dead. Violet had patched into the club the day of her Vander's funeral. Just shy of a week Violet Silco relays a name to her, Finn Tozawa.
Three birds, two stones.
Vi kills him and Marcus is there to make the arrest as per his instructions.
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It took 10 years, 4 months, and 29 days until Vi had finally emerged from Stillwater. She took the strung up pin to the clipboard and signed on the line, never believing she would see the day. The auburn hair girl hands it back, and smirks at the message she left behind. Violet Bedrock says FUCK YOU!
Ekko and now, Jinx are the first she meets.
When she returns to the club, she is immediately hit with the shock of it all. This is not the Undercity she remembered, this is not the MC her father built. If that isn’t enough, her Mom is now married to Silco.
Benzo has been demoted to Secretary, running the books for the clubs business as new blood fills the seats, save the VP spot on his left at the head of the table. Too much has changed, and Silco offers her the chance to become his VP. Along with her cut Marcus took the day she was arrested, as a reward for the sacrifices she made for the club, plus backpay for her 10 years. Telling Vi, Vander would want her to be here.
Felicia urges Vi to take his olive branch. That her sister has lost herself to the club, and while she can’t ever stop her from leaving the family that raised her, she needs Vi’s help. Jinx had climbed the ranks and earned a spot amongst the Hounds, and Sevika has SGT, but in reality Sevika was his right hand man. Felicia tried hard to keep Powder away from Silco, but eventually he got his claws into her after learning of her engineering skills. While Vi is angry with her mother for marrying Silco, Felicia asks Vi to trust her.
“You have a good heart, Violet.” Felicia, tears slipping past her cheek as she leaned her forehead into her eldest daughter. Wishing she didn’t have to carry this burden. “Everything has changed so much in your ambience, my lil flower. Promise me you won’t. Promise me, you will protect your heart. It will be your greatest strength when the world beats you to your knees, and tries to keep you there permanently.”
Vi gulps at the request. Whatever remaining good she may have, she would honor her Mom. Hold Vander close. Protect her sister at all costs. She would protect the family. “I’ll try, Mom. But I swear–if Silco lays a hand on you, I’ll fucking kill him.”
And for the past couple of years, Vi kept her hood down lower and bore the VP over right chest. The tape around knuckles seemed to forever be stained in blood, the shit she has done, smearing Vander’s legacy–and she can’t walk away. Not with her sister digging deeper into the club, and her Mom now married to Silco. And though she made a promise to her Mom, to never lose heart–but she was slipping further into the dark abyss of Silco’s alluring world of drugs and weapons.
And she felt more alone than she ever had back in Stillwater.
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Shimmer eventually bleeds into Piltover and the Undercity is the targeted source. No one knows who started it or where the supplies are coming from, none who will talk anyways. The Council is in an uproar and Sheriff Grayson is feeling pressure on all fronts the longer it goes on. She is determined to find the criminal mastermind behind all of this, but keeps getting stone walled just when the trail gets warmer. She knows there is a mole in the ranks. But there are a few cadets she has kept her eyes on and must now trust them with a dangerous mission as rookies.
Loris Buckler, Steb Vastaya, Maddie Nolan, and Caitlyn Kiramman, heir of House Kiramman and only daughter of Councilor Kiramman.
Sheriff Grayson knows this move is risky for such young faces, but felt at ease for Loris having been transferred from Noxus with experience on his rank. Vander’s first born, Violet Bedrock had finally returned home and had joined the family business. She was important to all of this somehow, and because Caitlyn attended school with her, maybe she could use that to their advantage.
It caught her attention when a sudden piece of evidence landed on her desk a few years ago, finding the smoking gun at last, with fingerprints leading to a man they called ‘Lock Jaw’. Vi’s lawyer Sarah Fortune, but prefers to be called Miss-Fortune, urges them to search his place, after presenting a file. He had been in and out of prison, assault and battery, and was the son of the man Vander had killed. That Violet had been set up when Marcus showed up to arrest her that night over 10 years ago.
Once the warrant was received they stormed his address. Finding prostitution, unregistered weapons, and passed out in his underwear with a needle sticking out of his arm. Pounds of Shimmer are stacked on the kitchen table, alone to put him into prison for a long time. They search the place and eventually uncover a shrine of Vander before her, along with snapped pictures of Vi when she was soon to turn 18.
Grayson was grateful to help get Vi out of there. Hoping it would be enough to once try and reach out to Felicia. While the facts match the evidence, the sheriff couldn’t help but wonder how the weapon came into possession all of the sudden? Why now? And if so, how was Vi involved? And how does Vander’s prodigal daughter find her liking to a new king on the throne? Was he–or possibly a woman, behind all of this? The longer she sat there, the more her gut kept grabbing and pulling at her. There must be more to this. If Felicia continued to dismiss her request to meet, perhaps she can reach out to Vi. Maybe it’s not too late. But it won’t be easy if loyalty is tested.
She seeks funding from the council for a task force she is putting together, leaning heavily on the approvals of Mel Medarda, Jayce Talis, Heimerdinger, and eventually Cassandra Kiramman too. They are her best hope. Their mission is to go undercover, investigate the Hell Hounds, whom she believes holds the bridge to shimmer’s operations, and would lead to who is in charge of its creation.
Her task force is immediately picked up the day of their graduation with Loris bringing them in to Grayson’s home.
Caitlyn is the last to be called into Sheriff Grayson’s home office after everyone else talked behind closed doors. Her boss asks her to be honest in her questions, as they are vital to the mission they had. Urging her that no small detail will be disregarded. Caitlyn agrees and is oddly asked about her High School years. And if she had ever heard of the name Violet Bedrock. Did she know her? Talk to her? Did she ever go to any of her boxing matches? What was she like on the basketball team? The questions didn’t stop for a full two hours as Caitlyn answered, while the others waited downstairs in the living room.
But she chose to leave a tiny detail out, as she admitted to being there with Vi the night of her disappearance after receiving a phone call. She thanked her and told Rookie Caitlyn Kiramman to practice better on her grouping with the pistol, and gave a wink.
Her cheeks held a light pink tint, causing Caitlyn to get out of there as quickly as possible before embarrassing herself. She’d always had a tiny crush on her mentor, but never had she felt a tug in the way Violet’s name rang through her ears.
Caitlyn blinked and felt 18 again. It was nearing the end of their senior year when they had their first kiss at Jayce’s house party. Vi’s phone wouldn’t stop ringing or dinging. The half lidded powder blues were full of hunger and dark blown pupils. Vi shyly apologized with a quick peck as the line rang endlessly, and everything stopped when she flipped her phone open. Her favorite color disappeared in Vi’s eyes turning them into a cold iron steel, something Caitlyn had caught whenever Vi would become angry. But this was a different type of darkness she had never seen in Vi’s features, becoming quiet the longer she held her phone, unable to make out the words behind it.
Vi’s hand loosens their grip around her tiny waist and Caitlyn feels a chill run up her spine, dimming the warm spark over her chest. Years later, it had ignited once again as they looked at her High School pictures, and seeing Vi for the first time, almost unrecognizable and wearing a blacked vest relating to Hells Hounds, and a tattoo on her neck and arms. The same warmth spread over her chest the longer she looked at the pictures.
Vi was alive. Had been held in Stillwater for over 10 years, and had been back for 3 years under Cait’s very nose.
Caitlyn may not remember her smell, can’t recall if she had freckles or not, if she had had a chain on her neck that night, were they indoors or outdoors, were they both drunk or perhaps one was sober–but their final goodbye–that she did remember. It was all she had left of those few moments of finally kissing those lips and running her tongue over the annoying scar on her lip she thought about way too much, and felt the same falling rollercoaster she felt thinking about it again.
“...Vi?” She completely snapped back into reality…and reality was too dark to look at the moment Vi snapped her phone closed.
She looked so–lost–in shock. It reminded Cait of all those shark documentaries Vi made her watch whenever she grabbed her iPhone. When survivors told their stories and the experts would quickly jump in to explain why they couldn’t swim to safety. It was due to a primal, instinctive fear response, amplified by cultural portrayals of sharks as monsters. Vi held this exact face for a long time, until she saw her lips quiver and a tear dragged down her cheeks.
It was instinctive, she remembered. How easy it was to reach out and cup her face, and hold her gently. “Vi?” she said more urgently. Dark auburn brows began to pinch, jaw flexed, and nostril flaring out. Blood rushed up her neck and face, practically burning Caitlyn’s palms.
“Vi?!”
She blinked up, surprised by her presence suddenly. When steel clashed with sapphire, Vi’s teeth grinding, and hands fisting so tightly she could hear Vi trying to break her phone.
Caitlyn watched as Vi held back the raging storm ready to break the rain once lightning struck. She didn’t hesitate–didn’t think! Cait wrapped her arms around Vi and squeezed her–hard. Needing her to breathe. Vi gasped and let go of her phone.
Her body went rigid at first, Vi’s breath trembling and fighting with everything in her not to break. Caitlyn’s fingers slid into the shaved part again and lightly ran her nails over it, remembering how Vi liked it the first time she touched it. An electric shock zapped up to her arm and Vi displayed a wolfish grin.
The hand on her waist began to soothe Vi’s back with longer strokes, sniffling and holding back the overflowing dam in her eyes. Caitlyn finally leaned closer to her ear, but not risking the touch. “It’s okay. I’m here…I’ve got you–Violet.”
It was the second time she had used her full name, its taste rolling off her tongue too easily. Vi reacted. She pushed Caitlyn against the locker room while only in her sports bra, muscles flexing, and very low boxer briefs. Her grip was alarmingly strong with soft palms which held a rough texture, and was pleasantly soothed by its all consuming warmth. Vi leaned in. Angry. Caitlyn immediately recognized the tech from the first time Vi pulled down her jeans. It was Viktor's handiwork, who had been placed in the department of prosthetics-robotics at HexTech. They weren’t cheap, even by Piltover’s standards.
She had never seen it work on anyone before, but Vi could jump, kick, throw off the left leg, and run without missing a beat. If Vi were to run in pants on the field, or in her low greasy Dickies pants, no one would’ve batted an eye at her. It was flawless. The purple and metallic hues flowed well together, but above the colors was a soft silicone fused and meshed perfectly into her muscular thighs. It was where the sensors attached into her muscles so she could still feel the wet grass under their feet even and able to predict Vi’s muscle movement.
The only question she had ever wanted to ask Vi was–if she felt any pain or perhaps discomfort?
Sometimes Caitlyn would catch Vi offguard, by leaning in too close, and would become clumsy as she laughed and Vi blamed it on her damn leg. Again.
Even during her Freshman year, Vi never shielded herself away from the prowling eyes in the locker room when she changed. She owned it. Didn’t give a fuck. A glorious color befitting Violet's name. The rumors never got to her though, and to this day, Vi never told her how it happened. Just involving a car accident. The outsider liked people being afraid of her and preferred to be left alone. But Caitlyn found herself drawn in, like a moth to a flame. And every time Vi would put on a sock, she’d see her sigh in relief with a held back grin. Finding comfort in the white cotton tickling her feet.
“Don’t ever–call me that again. You got that–Fucking-Kiramman?!” Vi threw back in her face with hostility. Cait knew she wouldn’t hurt her. She didn’t know how in that moment, with the way Vi looked and the numbing needles poking her fingertips from the cutoff of blood circulation. But through it all, Caitlyn saw the kindness behind them.
She simply nodded, and never called her by it–until now.
Violet finally broke into her.
It had taken a moment for Vi's hands to grab her again and Caitlyn had never felt so melded into a bleeding person's soul. Her muscles were strong, just like she always imagined–Vi squeezed harder, as if she was the only thing keeping her from drawing. Her body was so hot, Cait could feel it through her clothes while Vi trembled and snatched at the back of her shirt. Tugging and pulling her closer. Caitlyn felt the wet tears tickle down her chest, as Vi nudged her nose into neck. She’d sometimes dip her forehead onto her collar bone, and Cait began to massage her neck in little circles.
She gently shushed as Vi rocked her slowly–her traps hard and tense with every struggling chance to breathe. “You can let go,” she whispered. Cait’s hands extended wide up Vi’s hair, careful not to tug the knots hard as she scratched her head. “You’re safe, Violet. I promise,” she kissed into her temple.
Vi’s hands finally slacked from her shirt, burying her wet face deeper into the long neck, seeking and finding anchorage in her perfume. The brawler's hand eventually trailed up into her neck until she found her ‘v’ hairline, it was in a ponytail that day, and played with it as if she were trying to commit feeling to memory. Caitlyn hadn’t moved her palm from Vi’s hard back, as Vi found her hip and began to make circles to the left of her hipbone. Puffy lips she kissed moments ago ghostly over her flawless skin. She felt the snot and rivers of salted water running down into her bra, trying to desperately soak up all of her shattering pain.
She didn’t know how long she held Vi. But it didn’t feel long enough, as the pinked haired teenager pulled away steadily, whipping her snot with the back of her taped hand. Looking down now, she grabbed her phone, and eventually found her way to Caitlyn. Vi’s cheeks were soaked, puffy eyes–she looked like a lost child. Her ribs suddenly felt like they were breaking, and moved to grab Vi’s hand who only retreated from her. Cait didn’t chase her, and witnessed the weight of the world resting heavier on her slumped shoulders.
“I need to go,” Vi’s husky tone was raw and cracking.
Caitlyn so desperately wanted to reach out to her. She wanted to see her smiling, needed to hear Vi call her cupcake, wanting to laugh at her ridiculous dad jokes, to call her annoying, wanted the melody of her voice to be returned, she wanted–Vi.
She was in love with her.
Vi turned and took a half step, lifted her shirt up to wipe her face, and gave Caitlyn a second longer to capture the silhouette of her lower strong back. She turned just enough to catch her left side profile.
“Thank you, Caitlyn.” Vi’s voice cracked, unable to look at her.
Cailt could feel the sands of time slipping through her fingers. She wanted to give Vi her phone number, wanted to keep her safe in her arms, and wanted to kiss her tears away in this fragile state. She needed to be careful with her choice of words, not wanting to scare her off with too many questions. It felt like she was saying goodbye to her.
“I’ll–see you at school?” A question of hope for her to hold onto through the night. “Monday?”
Vi slanted her grin, but it wasn’t the one Caitlyn had grown used to–it was a sad smile, one that had burrowed its way into her memory. “Sure, cupcake.” The pink dyed hair teenager didn’t turn back or wait for Caitlyn to stop her as she ran and cleared the fence with ease, and ran as fast her legs could carry. Disappearing into the darkness filled with whatever monsters lay waiting for her.
Vi never showed up on Monday. Or the week after. Or the month following. It was like she just disappeared off the face of the earth. No one had seen her, and neither had her teammates, coaches, or teachers. No one seemed to know anything. Caitlyn had considered asking her little sister, Powder, but couldn’t find the courage to ask her when she drove up to the Junior High School. The bright energy the little sister once held had diminished, and was wearing one of Vi’s basketball hoodies with the hood covering her blue pixie hair. She recognized Cait’s car and looked at her, and just as quickly got onto the bus.
They never talked. Caitlyn never asked. Vi’s disappearance remained a mystery.
Cait had grown weary and heart broken with her hope of seeing a pink mop of hair again, turn a corner and Vi would suddenly appear in the locker room, or find her eating lunch in the garage where they held classes for automobiles. Hope had eventually turned bitter, hardening the wound Vi had left behind on her, and felt the achiness in her bones and heavy in the head. When she finally graduated through her senior years, Caitlyn did not go out and celebrate with her friends. Instead, she came home, dropped her school bag somewhere along the stairwell, closed the doors, shut the curtains, and cried. Hard.
She’d never felt so alone and empty, and fell into a depression. Her parents worried about her as she didn’t eat much, stayed in bed, and cocooned herself away from the summer embrace.
Violet was her first teenage love–and also the first to break her heart.
Sheriff Grayson sits them all down in her home, and tells them why they are here. Why they chosen for this undercover mission. Loris will be team lead, Maddie and Steb, who are the youngest in the group will provide intel and back up while blending in, and Caitlyn has been tasked to get close to Vi, as she seems to be the only one with history.
Grayson does not hide the fact that this mission will be dangerous, and there is no guarantee they won’t be harmed or their bodies tossed into a ditch somewhere. The Undercity is crawling with not just petty criminals, but there would be rapists, murderers, drugs, violence, gang territory and possible health hazards of inhaling too much of the Gray. But they needed to locate shimmer’s industry, where the answers were buried deep in the heart of the Undercity. The only way to do it was to venture head first into the belly of the beast, and heavily lean on Caitlyn to find a way into the club. By any means necessary.
“I will not force any of you to do this,” Grayson looked at each of them individually. “You all chose to become Enforcers for your own reasons, and I’m sorry to put this burden on all of you, but we need to shut down shimmer once and for all. You will not have contact with your family or friends or myself. Loris will be the only one to make contact with me. I know this is a lot to ask of you, especially because you’ve only graduated from the Enforcers Academy today, but you are the only ones I can trust in this task force. Piltover needs you–I need you to do what I cannot.”
“If any of you wants to walk away, now is the time. The Council has drawn up NDA’s you must sign before leaving my home. Any person who leaves here will not be labeled as a coward in my eyes, and will be welcomed into my precinct, but will never be permitted to talk about the task force.”
Grayson held up the pen to each of them, and each shook their head. The sheriff took a deep breath as she looked at her new task force. “Very well. We have much to do in these next 4 months of training and recon. I am going to push you, break you, and push you over, because there is no mercy in the Undercity. And the Hounds won’t hesitate in killing you the moment they find out you are an Enforcer–or worse…”
Maddie was the first to raise her hand, “what about our records tying us into the Academy?”
“That has already been taken care of,” Sheriff Grayson assured thanks to Councilor Medarda’s help and trusting only her and Cassandra. “All of you will have false identities, except for Caitlyn.”
Loris crossed his arms, “and you think they are just going to let the most notorious surname in all of Runettera, will be welcomed into the Undercity with open arms? They’ll bargain for her life before she even makes it two blocks, or worse–”
Caitlyn held a stone face. And for the first time in all her still poised position of Sheriff Grayson’s debriefing, Caitlyn unlocked her ankles and crossed her legs. Heart pumping fast, for reasons of fear or seeing Vi again, Caitlyn wasn’t certain. But there was a thrill to the uncertainty coursing through her blood and adrenaline.
The Sheriff nodded and looked at the woman Caitlyn had grown to be. How she dropped out of her internship after seeing too many die on the table from shimmer, and choosing to make a difference as an Enforcer. Believing she could make a difference with a badge, rather than a phonendoscope along with a recommendation letter from Grayson after her mother refused. Caitlyn was determined, loyal, fierce–and trained her personally under her shadow.
“I have thought about this as well, and I have a plan set in motion.” She just needs to convince Cassandra of what would have to be done. It was going to include a lot of yelling no doubt, but knew she could get her onboard.
She stood up with arms behind her back, shoulders square, chin high, clenching the pen she was holding onto. “This is your last chance to walk away, Cadettes. Time is off the essence, and the longer this goes on, more and more shimmer is shipped into our city every hour. So I ask again–will you answer Piltover's call, the Councils–will you protect your citizens? Your family, the annoying neighbors you have?”
The room fell silent with only the ticks of a grandfather clock, the faucet in her kitchen dropping into the sink.
Caitlyn was the first to stand up in the same position as the Sheriff, legs spread just shoulder length–the exact posture she had taken when Grayson put a badge on them today. Loris grunted and stood the same, followed by Steb, and though Maddie hesitated–she gulped and stood with a puffed up chest.
Sheriff Grayson swelled with pride, along with the heaviness of their lives in her hands now. “Then let’s get to work people.”