I apologize for how long this took, I've been busy and blocked on this. To be honest...I'm a bit more excited for the arc after this. Anyways, here is Sion.
Chapter 1
Nick paced around the living room. Anthony had been gone for hours, refused to answer his phone and Nick was nearly frantic. His brother was all he had, their parents were dead, Angel was dead, it was just the two of them. If something happened to Anthony…
The phone rang and Nick lunged for the device, hitting 'accept call' and holding it to his ear.
"Anthony?" he demanded.
"Mr. Nick Diamond?" a cool woman's voice asked, "I'm sorry I'm not Anthony, but I am calling for him,"
"Where is my brother?" Nick growled.
"He's in the hospital here," the woman told him, "He's been shot, we'd like for you to be he-"
Nick was out the door and in his truck before she was able to finish.
He burst into the hospital, ignoring the sounds of protest from the other people in the lobby as he pushed through them to the front desk.
"Anthony Diamond," he managed to get out, "Where is…"
"Room 317," the woman at the desk started but was cut off as Nick ran towards it, "Sir! You can't go in there unless you're family…oh dear…I'm going to get into trouble…"
Nick nearly broke down the door he forced it open so hard. He pushed past the doctor and his nurse and got to his brother's unconscious side.
"I take it you're Nick then?" the doctor asked as Nick mutely stared at his brother's broken and blood-stained form, "We've been trying to get a hold of you since records show you're his only living relative,"
Nick held his brother's hand, watching in fear as each shuddering breath from Anthony's chest rose into the air.
"What happened…" Nick demanded.
"Shot to the chest, nicked his aorta. He's been in a coma from the shock and loss of blood ever since we got him here," the doctor told him, "We've done all we can. I'm sorry but he's dying. We wanted you to be here to-"
"If you say 'Say Goodbye' I'm going to take that clipboard and shove it where the sun don't shine,"
The doctor went silent. Nick was deadly serious and he could sense that. It was several minutes before Nick finally spoke again.
"Do you know where this happened?" he asked.
"We found him in an alley by 4th street," the doctor said, watching as Nick got up and started walking out, "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to find who did this,"
The doctor moved to stop him, but the angry green and brown glare he received made him stop instead. Nick continued out, a black aura of 'leave me alone' radiating around him. People tended to look away and get out of his way whenever that mood fell over him. He dimly noted that one of the patients, a young woman with long black hair and grey eyes watched him. He gave a slight shudder as he felt he was watched by two people rather than one. She held a hand to her chest as if something pained her, but her eyes never left him.
He shook his head, continuing on his way when he could have sworn he heard a woman's voice.
"There can be no justice, only revenge,"
He turned around to face the woman…but she was gone.
Nick shook his head and continued. Nothing was going to stop him.
It had taken a while, but he managed to track down where the person who shot Anthony went. An old warehouse on the outskirts of town. He'd scoped it out earlier in the day, seeing all the bustling people in grey and body armor…it was like they were preparing for war. He could see a group of them clustered around a wooden box, prying it open with crowbars and such. There had to be ten, maybe fifteen people total at that warehouse.
Nick snuck closer, quiet, like he'd learned how to do long ago, until he could hear the conversation.
"I think that'll work," one of them stated.
"Straight from the boss," another told him, "The problem now is trying to find her. I mean we could threaten one of the Chosens we know are in the city to draw her out…"
"But the boss also said that we weren't to take civilian lives," a third voice said.
"Says the guy who shot one yesterday,"
"It was an accident. Kindred got in the way," the man protested, "I feel bad about it, poor guy…I called 911 for him. Hope he makes it,"
"Just another reason why we don't need them here," the first man huffed.
Nick's blood boiled. They shot his brother and had the nerve…
There was a streak of teal light and the misty fog in the area seemed to get thicker. The streak shattered the asphalt and the men burst into action. Nick watched as they started yelling, as flickers of shadow darted around.
"Chosens!"one yelled as the men scattered, running towards the back of the warehouse area.
Nick could see the teal fire, sparks of orange and cyan and a thick haze like a mirage in the back as gunfire peppered the area.
"Now's my chance!" Nick thought as he charged out of his hiding spot and towards the two remaining men at the box.
"What the?" one of them blinked as Nick tackled him.
Nick rained blow after blow on the man.
"This is for Anthony!" he roared, bloodying the man and turning his face into little more than a mess.
The second man rammed into Nick, forcing him off the first man. Nick roared, struggling as he threw the second attacker off of him and into the box.
The brother rushed the man, yelling right as a shot rang out. Nick jerked as an impact forced him to lurch forwards, he didn't go down, adrenaline was keeping him upright, but even he knew that the blood pouring out wasn't good.
"Choose," a female voice started, "My arrows…"
"Or my teeth," a male voice finished.
Nick turned around, looking at the pale and dark shapes before him. But for the moment, they weren't interested in him. They were more interested in the man Nick had beaten, a mark of violet and white shimmered above him, bathing the area in an eerie aura.
Whether or not the man answered, Nick couldn't hear. The dark shape darted forwards, seeming to rip into the man, though whatever blood spilled out faded. Once the dark shape, no Wolf, came back to Lamb, the Kindred turned their attention to Nick, looking at him expectantly. They wanted his answer.
Nick's eyes narrowed as he struggled to upright himself.
"Screw both of you," he growled, "I'm not going down until I pay these guys back for what they did to my brother!"
Wolf growled, baring his teeth while Lamb just watched him. Shrieks cut through the stillness and Nick was reminded there was a miniature war going on behind him.
"What are they doing over there," he growled to himself.
"Getting beaten by the Fist of Shadow, the Steel Shadow and the Spear of Vengeance," Lamb replied, "The Spear of Vengeance followed you here and alerted the other two,"
"I thought that the League wasn't real," Nick growled.
"It's as real as we are," Lamb shrugged, twirling her bow with ease.
"…Ok that was the least Lamb-like thing I've seen from you," Nick hissed, wincing as the bullet hole twinged, "Who are you?"
"Lamb,"
"Bull," Nick snapped, "Lamb's supposed to be emotionless and you don't seem that way. You look worried about something,"
The peaceful half of Death gave him an annoyed look through her mask, the glowing gaze narrowing.
"You haven't answered me. What do you choose, Nick,"
"I don't choose either of you," he growled.
"Well that's familiar…" 'Lamb' huffed, "But she won't be able to save him because she already has a Chosen,"
"Chase?" Wolf asked.
"Perhaps," Lamb replied, the cadence in her voice…much different than before.
"I don't believe you're Lamb," Nick snapped, "So I'm not going to let you take me. It's like you're two different people,"
Lamb was silent for a moment before raising her bow.
"We will give you one last chance, Nicholas Diamond," the true Lamb stated in an almost cold voice, "Now, answer us. Wolf's teeth, or my ar-"
She broke off, staring at the box behind him, or rather the long silver something that had fallen out of it when the other man had knocked it over.
"What is that…?" the 'false' Lamb asked, lowering her bow and ghosting closer.
Wolf got there first, sniffing the box before growling angrily.
"Do not touch it Dianne," he warned, his fur standing on end, "It smells off,"
"I trust you," the Lamb said, "I'm not going to touch it, Wolf, I'm just looking…"
Nick stopped, looking at the Kindred.
"…Dianne?" he blinked, making the peaceful half of death freeze, her soft white fur standing on edge as she slowly looked at him.
She removed the mask, and for a brief moment there were visible scars, but they faded…just as the fur did, being replaced by a dark t-shirt and jeans while long black hair rippled down her back, a white streak offset it all over her bangs.
Wolf protectively curled around her, still growling at Nick.
"What are you…" Nick demanded.
"I'm Lamb," she told him, before looking back at the gun in the box, "That looks painful…you were here before me. What were they wanting this for?"
"Something about Chosens and about how threatening one will draw another out…" Nick explained, rubbing the back of his head as the steady drip of blood hit the pavement, "God is that a Lahti L-39 anti-tank rifle? What the heck were they going to use it on? An armored truck? That thing can pierce battleship armor…"
Dianne's dark eyes turned almost fearful as she backed away from the gun, almost like it was going to burn her.
"What's that look for," Nick demanded.
"I know who they were going to use it on," Dianne whispered, "And all they'd have to do was hurt one of us and she'd come running. Her name is Cira…she's the first of us. You know how I'm Kindred? She's Leona,"
"I get Leo's a tank but…"
"Put it this way…Projects are a thing. Her armor's too thick for a normal bullet to go through,"
"Why are you telling me this," Nick asked.
"Because you're probably going to die," Dianne deadpanned, "You have a right to know why they shot at your brother. They were aiming for me. He just got in the way. I put a Respite on him to keep him alive long enough for a hospital trip."
"Why aren't you putting it on me?" he demanded.
"Because I can only do it once every so often and your bullet is still inside you. If I put a Respite on you, it'll seal that bullet in and it'd kill you anyways. So I can't do anything. Best I can do is get you to a hospital…maybe call Cira just in case…"
She looked back at the carnage on the other side.
"I think those three are done, I took those Marks easily," she said.
"Why haven't you taken mine,"
Dianne bit her lip, not saying anything before looking up and frowning up at the roof. She stood upright and cupped her hands over her mouth.
"This one's mine, Krista! Just go home!" she called.
Nick could hear a faint, female chuckle on the breeze, but it was gone almost as suddenly as it came.
"She keeps taking my Marks and it's really starting to bug me," Dianne huffed before turning to Nick, "Come on, let's get you to a hospital,"
"Thought you said I was dying,"
"Oh you are," Dianne told him, "But I figured you'd like to be with your brother instead of here,"
They'd gotten to the hospital and Nick started to go into shock from the bloodloss. He was immediately taken to surgery, but, like Dianne said, there wasn't much that the doctors could do.
Nick stared up at the ceiling, grumbling darkly to himself as Dianne just patiently waited.
"I'm not saying anything," Nick told her.
"I know," she said, stroking Wolf's head, "But I figured you didn't want to be alone…I mean since Anthony's not here right now,"
She wasn't wrong. When Nick came to, he'd discovered that Anthony had disappeared, taken into yet another surgery. Dianne said she couldn't sense his Mark anymore, so Nick had some solace in that his brother wasn't dying. However…that wasn't the case for him. He was refusing to say anything to Dianne or Wolf on which he'd rather take. He just wanted to stay alive long enough to pay those monsters back for what they did to Anthony. Much to Dianne's annoyance. She couldn't leave until he made his choice. She did quickly leave and alert Cira as to what was going on while he was in surgery, but right now she was at his side, waiting for his answer.
The door opened and Nick looked up to see the doctor.
"Mr. Diamond?" the doctor asked, "You have a visitor,"
A man in a black suit and fedora walked in.
"Andrew!" Dianne blinked, "What are you doing here?"
"I heard that someone was technically keeping one of my Chosens hostage and I wanted to see if that was true,"
He looked at Nick, who glared back through the countless wires and tubes.
"So, you're the one who managed to catch the Kindred's eye, huh?" he asked with a small, wry grin.
"Wh-What?" Dianne sputtered.
Nick stared at him.
"Uh, say what?" Nick blinked.
"Oh honestly, I was sure she would have shot you when your time was here," Andrew admitted, "But, she seems to like you,"
"Andrew!" Dianne huffed, making the Summoner chuckle, "I thought the only one you picked on was Cira!"
"Oh you're second Chosen, I have to pick on you sometimes too," came the grin.
"…I think we're starting to rub off on you,"
"I spend so much time around you all I'd be surprised if I didn't,"
He shook his head, taking off the fedora and looking to Nick.
"Anyways. Nicholas Diamond, my name is Andrew Summers. As you probably gathered, I know and work with Dianne here. For Riot if you will," Andrew started, "Years ago I helped found a process that would bind a Champion with an Earth Child. Cira being the first, Dianne here being the second,"
"So I didn't hit my head and think she's Kindred," Nick deadpanned.
"No, I really am," Dianne shrugged, "They saved me and I'm their Chosen now,"
"A Chosen is the Champion's avatar on a soul level. You are them and they are you," Andrew explained, "Why I am telling you this is because that is what your brother, Anthony is going through the process to become. That is why he no longer has a Mark. Now, you have the same opportunity. I would bring the axe to prove it, but not even I'm strong enough to lift it. I figured that me telling you that you've been Chosen by someone who cheats death just as much as you would give it away?"
"Sion, huh?" Nick asked, "Well…if it allows me to still go after those guys who tried to kill my brother? I accept,"
So, next we'll actually explore that match that had Cira supporting Mya and bad things happen. Anyways, I'll see you all next chapter! Hopefully it won't take me as long!
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
Corki
Nunu
Rammus
Rumble
Skarner
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.