Smoke And Mirrors

The Mayor of Piltover

Blissful. That was one word to describe how that week in the hospital was for Caitlyn. Vi never failed to brighten up her miserable days there and it was far than just appriciated. For a little while, they could live away from the public eye, away from the cruelties this life embedded. It was living the dream.

But every dream comes to an end and the collision back to reality is harder than initially believed to be. Especially when you happen to be the Sherrif of Piltover.

From the day she was back on duty, all missfortunes fell upon her head. Reports of break in's in several ammunition storages all around Piltover had the police department on the alert. No evidence of how the burglars entered or got away without triggering any alarms. Only a card left behind with the letter "C" incraved on the piece of paper. An old headache of Caitlyn was making a comeback.

C was a mystery. No one knew who they were, what they were or what they wanted. It seemed they had made a purpose of their life to mock Caitlyn in her early days of success. They had been the sherrif's arch enemy long before Jinx appeared, maybe long before she met Vi. They had even managed to infiltrate Demacia and steal the royal jewelery, much to everyone's surprise. It was then when king Jarvan III requested Caitlyn's help, who at that time was gaining a lot of fame all over Valoran. C was her only failure, a failure that supposedly died in an accident a couple of years ago, just before her and Vi became partners. Of course, Caitlyn had never believed this myth. She knew they were awaiting in the shadows for the perfect moment to return. And they had found it.

Vi herself knew little about him. Only that Caitlyn had become obsessed with their case at some point. Until they were announced dead, though there were still doubts. The sherrif had overcome this obsession but they were still an open scar. She could feel the tension, the annoyance, the anger in Caitlyn. No one mocked her and no one threatened her city.

But things were meant to become worse once C started threatening the city and its citizens to spread the disease that had stroke Jayce down and everyone started to panic. The Police Department was working none-stop to locate C and put an end to this madness but to no avail. It seemed like C was a ghost.

Vi noticed how hard Caitlyn was pressing her limits, but this time she didn't try to stop her. She knew the sherrif needed this and she wouldn't deprive her from this unique opportunity to find an old foe. That didn't mean she liked seeing Caitlyn working so many hours on the fields, finding nothing at the end of each day. She was there at all times of course; It was so frustrating finding absolutely nothing that proved C had been in the city for the past six years except the recent cards they left behind in their wake. No DNA prints there. No nothing.

The threats started becoming more and more intense. The Mayor couldn't let the city sink more into chaos and fear because of a psychopath. That's when he summoned the sherrif instantly his office.

"It won't be good" Caitlyn shook her head when she got informed about the Mayor's request "I have a terrible feeling about this"

"Will you be alright?" Vi asked concerned, grasping the brunette's hand into hers. They were alone at their office, studying their clues. It was late in the afternoon and the room was illuminated with the golden colours of the sunset. Caitlyn squeezed back.

"I think so. Getting reprimanded won't be so bad, will it? I already know I have failed to protect this city from harm"

"You haven't" Vi assured her "You do your best"

"It's not enough" Caitlyn sighed. The truth is always painful. No matter how hard she tried - and she did try hard, there was no doubt about it - it's just wasn't enough. The situation was completely out of control.