A/N: Well this is the first Fan Fiction I've ever written, so I hope it's well received.
I don't quite exactly know where I plan to take the story yet, but it shall be fun :3
Any feedback would be greatly appreciated, I haven't written in a long time, especially dialogue.
Happy reading ^_^
Katarina had just returned to Noxus after the third season of the League of Legends, exhausted and excruciatingly bored. Every day started to become the same routine; wake up, exercise, assassinate a couple of Demacians troubling Noxus, followed by lazing about doing nothing for the rest of the day. After a week of this habit, Katarina decided she needed something new, something that would change the pace of her life.
For hours, she tried to think of things of interest to her; however everything that came to mind was quickly dismissed. Her unmoved train of thought was further stopped by a brief knock on and opening of her bedroom door. There stood her sister Cassiopeia, smiling in a way that expressed something was on her mind.
"Kat! So good to see you, I see you've made it home safely." she said, obviously holding back the speed in which she was speaking.
"Cass, we've been out of the Institute of War a week now, just where exactly have you been?"
"Well... I may have... dragged Talon from place to place just a little bit."
Katarina sighed. "And where might Talon be now?"
"He said he would be on the roof...thinking." Cassiopeia replied, obliviously.
Katarina allowed herself to show a cocky smile before continuing: "He's up there because he knows that is the one place in this house you are unable to slither your way over to. Have you even told him your feelings yet?"
Cassiopeia crossed her arms defensively and looked to the side, unable to meet her sister's gaze for a brief moment. "No… But at least I have someone I have feelings for." Now she glided over to her sister, rested her hands on Katarina's shoulder and stared at her from the side. "Unlike a certain cold-hearted assassin I know."
Katarina turned quickly to face the direction of her sister, which caused Cassiopeia to lose her balance and nearly fall face first onto the floor. The Sinister Blade, in contrast to her earlier light-hearted composure, was now giving off a serious look with a tinge of anger. She allowed herself a brief couple of seconds to gather her thoughts and then spoke. "I have no time for the trivial and hindering emotion that is love."
The lamia woman sighed. "One day I think you'll understand, however... I see I hit a bit of a nerve. So, I suppose….I will tell you the other reason I came here. Swain is gathering the soldiers and assassins in the upper area of the city tonight for some new idea of his, thought you may have wanted to know."
"I'll be there to at least, entertain whatever he has cooked up." Katarina's words had lost their tense and angry tone to be replaced by one of slight melancholy.
Cassiopeia waved a quick farewell to her sister and she began to slither away, but she quickly turned back to face her sister one last time. "Oh also, when the day comes that you do find that... special someone, I expect an 'I'm sorry Cass, you were right'" She taunted playfully, trying to impersonate Katarina's voice at the end.
Before the red-haired woman could reply, her sister had already slithered around the corner into another hallway, quick to avoid her sister's possible wrath.
"That will never happen." the assassin whispered under her breath.
The Sinister Blade made her way through the dark city of Noxus. The streets were red-glared with torch light and no matter where one went, shadows were always watching, looking for the weak and vulnerable. Katarina walked through with ease, and the cloaked figures eyed her with a different than most, in a flash she could kill any of them without a struggle.
In truth, she hated walking through Noxus; it was pathetic to see the conditions people endured. Here, acts of violence, looting and extortion were commonplace and since Noxus believed that "Only the strong survived" many things were left be.
The assassin finally made her way to the crowd of assembled soldiers, rather than stay in the back; she eyed a series of buildings that increased in size as they continued. Katarina performed a series of shunpos that ended with her standing atop the highest building in the series.
In a flash, an arm-lengthed blade laid against Katarina's neck. The blade did not break skin however it was being held firmly by the user that stood behind her.
"You're slipping Katarina." a deep male voice half whispered from behind.
"Look again Talon." she responded, a slight tone of amusement in her voice.
Talon felt a poke against his chest, directly in line with the middle of his heart. He looked down to see one of Katarina's blades held perfectly in place, one simple movement and it would easily pierce his flesh, and end his life. He simply grunted, released her and stepped back to instead take his place beside her.
"What do you think is up Swain's sleeve this time?" Katarina inquired, as if their recent exchange had never happened.
"Knowing Swain, it has something to do with taking down Demacia." Talon replied, no ounce of query or care in his voice.
Below, the Grand General stood on a moderately sized wooden stage, behind him were his associates: Darius, Draven and Leblanc.
"Good evening Noxus." Swain's voice came out more coarsely than normal as he attempted to raise it in front of the crowd. He continued: "Too long have we had to live knowing that Demacia still thrives."
An angry roar of assentment came from the mass of Noxian soldiers.
"I assure you all, I want them gone as much of the rest of you, but this will happen in time. However, Demacia will not go down easy, and so we must weaken them and strike the final blow."
Swain paused, allowing the crowd to roar enthusiastic battle cries.
"I know how much of a thrill killing a Demacian is on the battlefield." Swain's words were now laced with bloodlust. "And so, I've thought of something most interesting to...motivate all of you. The war has not yet started, nor is the enemy even aware of our plans. Often, Demacians travel Valoran to explore, take in nature, et cetera. So, I've decided, any Demacian captured and brought back to our grand city of Noxus, will suffer the fate of the captor's choosing. Whether you want to burn them alive, hang them or sever their head, Noxus will watch and cackle alongside you."
"Swain! Swain! Swain!" the crowd yelled the Grand General's name as they could no longer contain their malicious excitement towards this new proposal.
The two assassins completely dismissed the wailing crowd below, letting the newfound news slowly sink in.
"This proposition is wasted on you, isn't it Talon?" Katarina asked.
"It's a waste of both of our time; it's much easier to just throw them into the gutter." The Blade's Shadow grumbled.
"I was considering it, maybe I'll have something to entertain myself with...for awhile." the red-haired woman replied viciously. "Maybe, I'll make one my personal servant, or something along those lines."
"Right, because a Demacian inside of the Du Couteau estate is an excellent idea." Talon's words overflowed with his personal tone of sarcasm.
"Shut up Talon, if they tried anything they would find someone's blade buried in their chest, even they know that" Katarina snapped.
Without saying a word, Katarina shunpoed her way back down to the streets, and began the path back to the Du Couteau mansion. Talon silently followed, at a distance.
Upon returning home, Katarina sprawled onto her bed and tried to let her mind go to work on how to go about her plans with her future Demacian pet. She tossed and turned, keeping still was not exactly her forte due to her line of work.
I'll force them to obey my commands, until they don't know anything else. She allowed herself a brief moment of dark laughter. But… Who should it be? Xin Zhao is out of the question. Jarvan would never submit. Shyvana… I'd rather not try to house a dragon. Then there is Lux, she's too easy.
The Sinister Blade continued to think, but quickly became frustrated with herself: I know I'm missing somebody obvious. She thought to herself. She decided to take a break and pulled a large wooden slab out of her closet. The assassin used it as a knife throwing board for when she was frustrated and needed a target, without having to kill a real person. The wood had a painted version of Garen, matching the size of the board itself.
Katarina began to bury knife after knife into it, hearing a satisfying Thud! every time. She enjoyed working her way towards his face and so the knives thus far were more in the upper chest region. After throwing a couple more blades, she decided where she wanted the last one. The Sinister Blade grinned and threw the final one directly into the portrait's forehead. She turned around before it was supposed to make contact and took a deep breath, waiting for the usual sound of blade burying itself in wood. However, this time it never came. Katarina turned around and saw her blade lying on the ground. She threw another one at the forehead, but simply watched it graze the large plank and fall to the ground. A few more attempted yielded the same result.
"Even as a board you have to cause me problems don't you Garen!" Katarina boomed, shaking some of the contents of her room. But then, it hit her, and she quickly cursed under her breath for not thinking about it sooner.
Garen… is perfect. I can crush The Might of Demacia, entertain myself and treat him like the dog he is! Katarina began to maliciously laugh.
"I can't wait."