I admit, I enjoyed this one. Mainly because of one scene in here. My friend and I were talking about Akela meeting some other people and we got to the subject of her meeting Vivian...who was at a martial arts studio and...ah I'm just going to let you read...
Chapter 1
The snow whirled around the streets in gentle eddies. Akela took a deep breath as she felt the soft flakes land on her cheeks and eyelashes. She turned her gaze down from the sky and looked at the scene before her, frowning. Another scene caused by Zayne's gang, though Akela was fairly certain that this bloody mess wasn't done by Zayne himself. It lacked a certain flair she knew that the boss had.
"Your face will freeze like that if you keep that expression," a male voice chuckled.
Akela turned around to face the hidden gaze of her superior, Shane Korrigan. She'd been on his task force for three years, but she never regretted a single moment of it. She gave a smile as he handed her a cup of coffee before pulling down his slate blue scarf and giving a smile back.
She could feel his odd gaze on her, that two-person, one-body look that both piqued her interest and set her on edge. Shane took a sip of his own cup and sighed as he looked at the body lying crumpled in the snow.
"Not his work?" Akela asked.
"Nope," Shane started, taking another sip, "Probably one of our resident Vigilantes. Zayne's a bit more subtle than this. He likes to do things…in the Shadows,"
He gave a grim smile, trying to hide a chuckle before looking up to face someone. Akela turned around at the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow, watching as Peter Sheehan came up to them both. Peter Sheehan, a veteran detective with 20 years on the force, had come to embody everything that Akela wanted to be as a police officer: he was competent, reliable, and universally admired.
And for someone with Akela's background…that respect was everything.
Shane knew very little about her past. She tended to be quiet about it…seeing as how it was not the best of situations.
Akela had been adopted by an immigrant couple living in the U.S., after having moved there from Laos. She was picked up from an orphanage at age 10; she appealed to the couple because she was quiet and cute, if slightly detached. They had no idea until years later that she was in the orphanage after having escaped from a child soldier regiment, operating under a large, powerful group of Burmese opium merchants. Four years as an opium field soldier in the mountains between Myanmar and Laos. The young girl had no memory of her real name; as such, the Hisau family saw fit to grace her with a new one. Based on her mannerisms and attitude, they saw fit to give her the name 'Akela'.
She'd been in Juvenile Hall once for stabbing a bully seven times with a sharpened pencil, and that was when it struck her that it wasn't weakness that those children had exhibited, it was civilization. She had been brought (whether by the saviors that were her adopted parents, or by the hand of God) to a land where such violence was no longer a necessary way of life. Where some could live their entire lives free of the fear of gunfire in the night, or the perpetual stench of blood. It was a slow realization, one that came to her over the time of her sentence, as she spent time around those that had wronged others. Where even the worst of them hadn't even come close to seeing the brutality that the world truly had to offer.
Shane did not know about this. Akela had no plans to tell him…at least, not yet. She wanted to see how far their relationship, no matter how quiet they had to keep it, would go.
"Earth to Akela…" came Shane's voice as he waved a hand in her face.
It was all Akela could do not to grab said hand and throw Shane to the ground. The female officer looked at her superior.
"I asked if you had any input on this…seeing as how you're the one who's dealt with our Vigilantes before," he repeated.
"No…but I can find out easily," Akela stated.
Akela stormed into the martial arts center, someplace she'd only been a few times in the past year. She had her suspicions, but nothing confirmed yet, that the owner of the center was at least teaching one of the Vigilantes if not both. Most of the incidents had happened within a few blocks of the place after all.
She walked up to a rather tall, African American man with a shaved head and cleared her throat. The man turned around to face Akela.
"Oh, hey there," he smiled, "What can I help you with, Officer?"
Akela crossed her arms.
"You know why I'm here, Mr. Denike," Akela deadpanned, "It happened again,"
"Oh, your ghost eh?" Mr. Denike chuckled, "C'mon, you know that there's been a bunch of gang activity lately around here. Coulda been one of them,"
"Officer Korrigan says otherwise…and I believe him over you,"
"Doesn't surprise me…'specially since you two are probably..."
The dead glare Akela gave him made him break off into a chuckle. He's opened his mouth when he heard a yell and saw someone rolling to a stop just a bit beyond him. Akela looked up and saw a middle-aged woman with red hair and vibrant green eyes facing off against what looked to be most of the class. The kicker was that the woman was an amputee. She had no legs from the calf down, just metal prosthetics.
"And who's that?" Akela asked, watching as the woman beat the tar out of her assailants.
"Oh, her?" Mr. Denike grinned savagely, watching in amusement as the woman swept someone off his feet, "Motivation,"
"Motivation…?" Akela blinked.
"Must you all be so…I can't even find the right word to describe how bad," the woman huffed, standing upright in a proud, straight position, "You're getting beaten by a woman with no legs!"
Mr. Denike roared with laughter before yelling onto the floor.
"Y'ALL ARE BLACKBELTS! PLEASE BEAT THE GREEN BELT!" he called, getting a wry grin from the woman.
He turned to Akela.
"Never mind the fact she's former Delta Force," he chuckled, "But, they don't need to know that,"
"And she's been doing this how long?" Akela asked.
"Eh, 'bout a year," he shrugged, "She's a hard worker, best student I have. If only the rest of them were like that…if they were, we'd have no problem winning competitions,"
"A year…right around the same time these Vigilante runs started…" Akela started, absentmindedly rubbing the back of her head.
The first time she'd run into the Vigilantes, she'd tased the bigger male…only to get blindsided by the female and knocked out. She lost track of them after that save for the few times she had seen the results of their 'Crusades'.
"I told ya last time, Officer," Mr. Denike shrugged, "I dunno what's goin' on. I just teach people how to protect themselves. Self-defense isn't a crime, right?"
"No," Akela said, "But vigilantism is. Mr. Denike, if you see anything, or anyone suspicious,"
"The only thing remotely suspicious is how Viv continues to beat the tar out of these black belts," Mr. Denike grinned, "But again, she's Army…'least, she was until she stepped on a mine and blew her legs off. Now, unless y've got a warrant or somethin' like that…there's nothin' I can do. There's nothin' here. Sorry,"
Akela gave a dead smile and nodded.
"Of course, thank you for your time,"
Later that evening, Akela was on her way home when she heard voices in an alleyway. She stopped and listened for a moment, hearing traditional drug dealing talk. Akela drew her weapon and slowly made her way into the alley. Crime never sleeps as the saying often goes.
"Officer Korrigan? Yeah, I've got stuff on him as well…" came a familiar voice.
Akela's blood ran cold as she came into view of the dealers and their buyer. The buyer looked up…just to reveal Officer Sheehan.
"No…" she thought.
"Officer Hisau…" he started, "What are you doing here?"
No. This wasn't right. This was more than a crime
"How could you?" she thought, her voice frozen and unable to deliver the message, "You betrayed us…for those!"
And that was when something snapped inside of her.
Sheehan watched as her face had morphed between a myriad of emotions: from shock; to confusion; to disbelief; and finally to remorseless, unmitigated rage.
He was one of very, very few to whom she had confided about her past, and it was because of that that when he saw her expression he knew his life was over.
One thing that Akela had learned from dealing with the vigilantes…was not to hesitate and to go for the kill. Sheehan would have breathed a sigh of relief were her draw any slower; as it was, six rounds left her CZ P-01 in less than three seconds, and she executed Sheehan and his two dealers instantly.
They were all armed. She would be able to justify it.
But she dropped the gun on the wet asphalt and sighed. What she did was wrong. She knew that. And as her code of honor as a cop…she had to turn herself in. She reached for her phone and called the station, stating what happened before dialing a familiar number.
"Akela…what are you doing up this late?" Shane asked.
"There's been a triple homicide," Akela stated, looking at the bloodied, bullet riddled bodies that were currently turning the snow scarlet.
"The vigilantes? Zayne?"
"No," Akela stated, "Me,"
"Akela…"
But she hung up. Looking at the bodies with her cold, ebony gaze. A few minutes passed and she heard the telltale sounds of sirens. She looked up at the approaching squad cars and held up her hands calmly. She saw Shane rushing towards her, but was intercepted by another officer.
Another officer came up and gently put her hands behind her back.
"Officer Akela Hisau, you're going to have to come with us. Just until we figure out who did this,"
"There's no need in hiding it," she told the officer, "I did it. You can even check the ballistics of the bullets. They're from my gun,"
"Akela," Shane started, "What did you do…"
"Whatever's necessary," she said as she was walked to the squadcar.
Shane was not happy. The ballistics matched Akela's gun. She murdered three men in cold blood…but it didn't really seem like something she would do willingly.
"Perhaps Officer Sheehan did something to provoke her," came Shen's voice within Shane's skull, "I agree with you, Shane, I do not think Akela would have done something like that,"
Shane shook his head, watching the camera feed as they lead Akela to her cell. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose…
"…Shane…"
"What, Shen…"
"Look,"
Shane looked up at the camera, just to see a flicker of movement. It looked like…
The new Eye of Twilight gave a small grin. Seemed like Akela was going to get a second chance.
Akela sat on the bench, staring at the floor. She'd traded her freedom for three lives. Three lives that could have easily killed more. Was she happy about this arrangement? No. Would she do it any other way? Also no.
"Seems like you're in a bit of trouble," a male voice said.
Akela looked up to see a tall man in a dark suit and a black fedora leaning on the wall just outside the cell door.
"Who are you," Akela demanded, "I think visiting hours are over and you're certainly not a cop,"
"You're right on both accounts," the man said, taking off his fedora and revealing a shock of pale white-blond hair and icy-blue eyes, "I am however, here to see you,"
"What for,"
"Allow me to introduce myself," he told her, "My name is Andrew Summers. I…work…for Riot Games. You know who they are, don't you?"
"That game Shane made me try just once, yes," Akela deadpanned.
"What if…I told you that the League was real? That Valoran was a real place and her Champions were living, breathing people and creatures,"
"I'd say you were crazy and have you committed,"
"Crazy as it might sound, I'm telling you the truth," he said, "And one of those Champions is quite interested in you, Akela Hisau,"
"Am I supposed to be shocked you know my name," Akela deadpanned, "It's been all over the news all night,"
"No…but I do know that you were originally from Laos where you spent four years as an opium field soldier in the mountains between Myanmar and Laos, you escaped to an orphanage where your parents found you and adopted you, taking you to the United States. I know that you never truly understood why the other students were so 'weak'. That you never will be free of your blood-stained past…but you turned that life into something good. You became a wonderful police officer. And I know that they only reason you're in here…was because the one you trusted so dearly betrayed you and your comrads,"
"You know a lot about me than you should," Akela hissed, grabbing the bars and glaring at Andrew, "What. Do. You. Want,"
"I'm offering you a chance to get this wiped off your record. To free yourself. Like I said…you caught a Champion's eye. She'd like to extend an offer to you. You'd still get to hone your abilities and the like, but you would be a free woman…and never have to work again if you so chose,"
"…And who might I ask picked me?"
"That would be Akali, the Fist of Shadow," Andrew said, "She liked your spirit I suppose. Do we have a deal? I get you out, and you come with me to meet Akali,"
"I accept," Akela stated, her nearly black gaze turned hard, "Now get me out,"
Not exactly sure what's going to happen next. I'll have to find out it seems. Anyways, yes, Shane and Akela were together, but it was kept on the downlow mainly because he is her superior. There have been Vigilantes in the city, two to be exact, but you'll meet them both later on I promise.
For you people wanting Chosens, here are my requirements:
What Champion
Character's name ( 1st and last)
Age
Family?
Physical Description
Personality
Why were they picked by the Champion?
How did they become the Champion(why did the Champion choose them and what were the circumstances that made the Champion choose to bond with the character? *doesn't have to be tragic accident, but I still want to know why they're the new Champion*)
They CANNOT be Valorian (from Valoran or have family from Valoran. Kayle is the only exception and that will be IT. No more of that). Dynasty Chosens (such as how Shen ended up) will not be taken as they are quite difficult to explain. AND NO MAGIC! (Street magician is fine...but no mystical powers. This is a world without magic save for the magic that comes with Chosens). Also, if you make a Mary Sue/Gary Stu character...I will make you change things about it. I don't want to write those...they're unfair to everyone else...
You will have one month to get me a description of your Chosen before the Champion goes back into the pool. You can have multiple Chosens (my requirement is that they are related/know each other) Limit is 3. I CAN decide whether or not I will use your Chosen, I'm pulling the 'My story, my rules' card. If I see that someone has a very good reason for that Champion, then I will show preference for them mainly because it's easier for me to write.
Champions WITHOUT (meaning NOT TAKEN) a Chosen:
Alistar
Amumu
Anivia
Corki
Fizz
Heimerdinger
Irelia
Jayce
Kennen
Nunu
Olaf
Poppy
Rammus
Rumble
Singed
Teemo
Tristana
Trundle
Tryndamere
Xin Zhao
Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!
Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)
Máriessë ar mára tecië
Farewell and fair writing
Elhini Prime signing off.