Author's Note:

Hey there! This here is my first fanfic for League of Legends. I don't know if it's good, bad, or whatnot, but we'll have to see.

This was inspired by DC's Suicide Squad (Task Force X) and I do not own anything here. The characters are all from Riot Games.

Chapter 1: Recruitment

~Somewhere~

This is Janna, live on Summoner's Rift.

We've received word that the famed scientist Cecil B. Heimerdinger has just made a recent breakthrough. In his statement earlier today, he quotes that "my colleagues and I are on the verge of creating a self-sustaining generator! Experiments are still undergoing but I assure you all that results will be displayed within a week's notice."

What an outstanding discovery! With the idea of a generator that can produce an infinite amount of energy, many of Runeterra's problems can be solved! Light in the dark alleys of Zaun, no electricity bills to be paid in Piltover, and many more opportunities!

In other news, Demacia and Noxus are still tr- Bzzt

The screen went dark and a single cold, dark word lingered in the room.

"No."

~Fields of Justice - Cavern~

Malphite was sleeping on his smooth marble bed. He was dreaming of the good old days when he was back at the Monolith. Everyone helped one another. There was no destruction, no conflict, no-

His eyes opened. No intrusion of privacy, he thought to himself. "Show yourself!" he demanded. "I can hear your footsteps."

Nobody answered. Malphite stood up and walked toward the direction where he last felt the intruders footsteps were. The location was behind a large rock, and Malphite raised his arms and prepared to demolish the entire structure. "Get. Out." He warned. Malphite counted to five before he allowed his massive arms to crash onto the sturdy structure, completely obliterating what was once whole into minuscule fragments.

Once the dust cleared, he noticed that there was nothing left. Whatever was behind the rock was most likely gone. Too strong, he said to himself.

When Malphite decided to go back to sleep, he felt something attach to the back of his head. Something like a little pebble hitting his granite body. "Hm?" He grumbled. And at that moment, the little feeling he felt on his head delivered 20,000 volts of electricity throughout his body.

"HHRAAAAAGRH!" he shouted. This hurt, but it wasn't enough to take him down. While still taking the shock, he looked around and saw a figure hiding within the Shadows. Enraged, he tackled the figure with full force. The unstoppable force of his tackle destroyed the layers that supported the entire cavern. Within moments, the fifty storey tall structure crumbled onto Malphite.

The earth trembled and others might equate this to an earthquake or a magnitude of seven that nobody could have foreseen. But from the center of the fragmented pieces of the once magnificent structure emerged Malphite, who was still getting shocked.

"GRRRRAAAAAH," he was still in pain, but what he didn't see was a small canister that was thrown at his feet. The little canister exploded, enveloping Malphite with a gooey substance. As Malphite struggled to rid himself of the goo, the shock started to react with the mysterious goo. Slowly, the more he struggled, the stronger he was bounded. Malphite resisted as much as he could, but within minutes he was fully encased and turned into a harmless statue.

The Shard of the Monolith stood completely still, and a mysterious figure appeared from the shadows. "One down."

~Piltover - Piltover Central Bank~

Police sirens echoed throughout the streets. Patrol cars surrounded the perimeter of the Piltover Central Bank, the bank that holds the wealth of many millionaires from around the world. The doors suddenly bursted and the Piltover Enforcer came out with an unconscious small figure, handcuffed and bruised.

The Sheriff began to grow a smile upon seeing Vi holding on to the most infamous and notorious criminal in all of Piltover: Jinx.

"We finally caught her cupcake!" Vi said with a smirk on her face.

"Yes we did, and how's the bank's interior?" Caitlyn asked.

"Uh, yeah, about that," Vi's grin changed into a nervous smile, "you see, there was a lot of trash talking, a big fight started, and a bomb was about to go off, and-"

Caitlyn shook her head in dismay. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you cause more damage than Jinx does. Have you disarmed the bomb?"

"Our guys are looking in on it, they should be do-"

Before Vi could finish, a huge explosion can be heard from the inside of the bank. Fires erupted and debris were starting to fall. Nearby onlookers were screaming; some were hurt from the explosion.

"EVACUATE THE AREA!" Caitlyn ordered the remaining officers.

As every squad tried to contain the situation, more explosions suddenly erupted. Vi grabbed Jinx and shoved her into a police car. She told the driver, "GET HER SCRAWNY ASS TO MAXIMUM SECURITY. THEN GET YOUR FAT ASS BACK HERE WITH THE FIRE DEPARTMENT" Vi slammed the door and then proceeded to rescue civilians from the falling debris.

The police van zoomed through the streets and drove away from all the chaos. Jinx then opened one eye to survey the vehicle. It turns out that it was just her and the driver. With a smile on her face, she sat upright, undid her cuffs, and spat out several teeth. "Hahahaha! Good thing Fat Hands didn't knock my teeth out this time!" she said as she gathered her "teeth" from the floor. "These fake teeth sure came in handy when making the 'de-teeth-onators!' Hahahahaha"

"Ingenious display of wit," the driver said.

"I KNOW RIGHT!" Jinx said as she pulled out her ZAP Pistol from one of her belts. "Stupid Fat Hands was so happy to thrash me that she only disarmed Pow-Pow and Fishbones!" She then pointed her gun towards the driver and said, "so unless you want to die, pull this police van over and let me drive!"

"Sorry, but you are mistaken," the driver replied.

"Great, now gimme the- what?" Jinx looked puzzled.

"This is not a police van," the cold voice said.

With a push of a button, the entire vehicle was filled with sleeping gas.

Back at the bank, the fires were taken care of and all the injured were taken to the hospital. Vi and Caitlyn looked relived the a disaster was averted. However, when a report came in that a police van crashed into an alleyway, they bolted towards the scene only to find the body of a driver, and no Jinx.

~Twisted Treeline - Forest~

It was night time and the moon was full. Plants and vegetation filled the area and provided a peaceful haven for the animals. By a calm lake, a stag came to have a drink along with the other animals. It was a watering hole for all to share. However, what disturbed the peaceful air under the moonlight was the sudden scent of blood. All the animals knew who was approaching and started to flee, but it was too late.

Warwick stalked his prey throughout the forest, never stopping to rest for his predatory instincts could not be stopped. How strange that a once sophisticated man turned into a howling beast. He clawed, slashed, and tore through the forest and any animal saw turned into prey.

Within ten minutes, the werewolf was satisfied with his evening meal. Discarding his fifth carcass, he approached the lake and refreshed himself with a drink.

Suddenly, something whizzed through the air. Warwick's reflexes were too quick and he avoided a certain projectile from hitting his head. The dart landed in the lake a white flash bursted out from the spot, blinding the Blood Hunter.

"Who dares?!" snarled Warwick, he may be blinded, but he didn't need to see his target given that all of his other senses were already enhanced. He noticed a certain smell that wasn't there earlier. Someone's here, he thought.

The new scent started to move and Warwick followed on all fours. He was enraged at the new being that tried to hurt him, but at the same time, he was hungry again for whatever he was chasing. He still couldn't see, but he knew from the smell that he was getting closer to his target.

With a large leap, he tackled his prey and started to claw and slash at it. The feeling of ecstasy rushed through his entire body. He enjoyed killing; the beast within him was enjoying this. But he was startled when the object he was clawing half-way through inserted something into his chest.

Warwick suddenly felt an incredible amount of pain coursing throughout his veins. Everything ached. Every part of his body started to be paralysed. He let out an echoing howl throughout the night, and it sounded like an animal in defeat. Eventually, the only thing he could do was breath.

~The Shadow Isles - Prison~

Thresh was enjoying his daily dose of satisfaction from torturing his victims. Here was a father who dedicated to a life of crime so that he may feed his children.

"N-No! Stop! Let me go!" the father said.

"Oh dear, you seem to be forgetting who I am," Thresh said as he brought his hook to scrape his victim's face. Blood trickled down the man's face as he trembled in agony.

"Please, please, let me go! I ha-hav- I HAVE A FAMILY TO FEED!" He screamed.

"Oh, and how long has it been since you've seen this family of yours?" Thresh asked with a certain purring gesture.

"T-they mu-must be starving now." the man said.

"Ah you mortals and your weak needs. Why look at me! I'm a spectre! I do not need to eat, but I do enjoy a soul or two." Thresh then got a hold of the man's leg and stabbed his hook deep into the flesh. He gouged the limb repeatedly and the man screamed louder and louder after each strike. When the screams began to soften, Thresh got his hook around the man's neck and asked, "I'm feeling generous now, you've been quite the entertainment. I'll grant you one wish before I take your soul."

The man couldn't muster enough strength to speak, but the warden knew this. "Oh, you wish to see your family one last time?" He suggested.

The father could barely speak, but he managed to whisper with his last breath, "yes."

Thresh snapped his fingers and in front of the man were three horribly dismembered bodies, two heads, two half-heads, fourteen limbs, seven parts of a leg, a ball of internal organs meshed up together, and three sets of eyes with needles pierced through them.

The father's spirit, left and entered Thresh's lantern.

"And everyone says I'm inconsiderate," Thresh sighed. He conjured up a list and began to read what's next. "Hm... should I go for the one who massacred a school, or the one who ate his own mother? Choices, choices..."

But unaware of his surroundings, the Chain Warden was suddenly blasted with a beam of energy. Thresh was on his knees, surprised of the amount of energy that could affect a spectre like him. Normally, he wouldn't be hurt this much from anything. Anything except for...

"Runic... magic..." he said before he was blasted once more.

Once the smoke cleared, Thresh let out an shrieking wail and grabbed his hook and lantern, and threw his hook in the direction of the blast. The hook landed, and Thresh smiled, "your mine now intruder!" He pulled with all his might and prepared to slit the intruder's throat or any limb he could slice, but as the unknown intruder was pulled to Thresh, the warden was suddenly staring down the barrel of a cannon powered by a magic-encased rune stone.

The cannon was then fired at point blank.

~Bilgewater - Saltwater Pub~

Saltwater Pub was a famous cite where everyone has a good time. There was no other better feeling than stealing the cash of the person next to you, or chugging down whatever concoction the bartender and everyone else mixed together in one mug, or even a friendly game of GWGIL (Guess Which Gun Is Loaded), but what made its name was the amount of money being rolled out on gambling.

People from across the world entered this facility carrying their money, and hoping to make it big. Stories have been told of people going in and losing all their money, while others were sad excuses at the start, but became rich contenders. A man can certainly go in, and then out as a rich man... assuming you survived that is.

So while everyone was enjoying the time of their lives, getting drunk and all, one man entered the room. All went silent, even the piano player who only knows one song stopped playing. Twisted Fate tipped his hat and proceeded to go to the bartender. "A glass of your most expensive drink," he said. The bartender nodded and began mixing a variety of high-class liquids.

Everyone knew that Twisted Fate was rich, but they didn't know how rich. They didn't care how he got the money. Some say he stole them, others say he won them, but what was definitely certain was that he was a conman. So when a man like him walks into a pub like this, everyone knows that someone's going to lose something. And it wasn't usually money.

After the bartender brought out his special, Twisted Fate gave him fifty gold coins. Now, Runeterra's currency system has changed over the years, from barter to actual paper money and coins, but gold was definitely still very precious. Sure every Champion could easily farm for gold, but the League makes sure that every last coin goes back to them. Champions do get wages though, but only about one gold coin every month. Having two would make you set for a year. Ten would classify you as a middle class man. Twenty would make you rich. Fifty coins however, would make you a target.

"Keep the change Charlie," Fate said. Charlie the bartender suddenly became aware that all eyes were on him. He couldn't believe his eyes at the amount of riches that was placed in front of him. He could quit his job. Permanently retire. Buy his own island or castle! But he knew, deep within himself that he won't be able to get two steps into his kitchen without a knife to his back.

"S-sir, you can't be serious! This drink isn't worth that much! Please, do take some back. Why not take forty of them back? O-or thirty? Or-" before Charlie could hand over the coins back, Fate left his seat and towards the card table. Two dozen people approached the bar and Charlie went to his kitchen with no gold, but with his life.

As a fight broke out in the bar, everyone in the poker table stared at the Card Master. Everyone knew he loved to gamble, so, out of the spirit of greed, they dealt him in. There were five people playing, and all of them were very rich men. Some were mongrels while some were thieves. The pot started out with five gold. Then fifteen. It went up to forty. Soon, everyone was looking at a hundred gold coins. Now obviously, every person sitting there were conmen as well and they all knew that only one person was going to live, it was only a matter of who's going to strike first. As the dealer nervously showed the river cards, everyone tensed up, except for Twisted Fate. The fourth card was then shown, and strangely, the four other players brought their hands behind their back. Was it to grab a knife? A gun? A bomb? Nobody really knew because everyone was waiting for the last card.

As the final card was about to be unfold, the lights went out. And all hell broke loose. Guns were blazing, knives were throwing, chair, tables, glassware were no more. The Saltwater Pub caused so much turmoil that the local authorities called some members from Piltover to help with the situation. The pub burned down, people were missing, bodies were floating across the sea side. But nobody found the pot.

The pot was never found because a certain teleporter took it and left. He inspected his loot, and was disappointed because none of the coins were real! They were all counterfeits, but to the untrained eye, they looked like the real thing. Because Fate had so much experience handling real gold coins, he knew which ones were real, and since he has experience making fakes ones, he knew which were counterfiets. He expected to find people in the pub who were stupid enough to bring real cash, but to no avail. He kicked the pot all the way down across the street and everybody who's anybody rushed out like mice to collect their "fortune."

"Saltwater Pub's gone, might as well try the casino at Zaun," Twisted Fate said to himself. He took a few steps, but stopped. He used fifty fake coins back in the Pub, and he doesn't want to make fifty more (it took effort to make them), so he clenched his teeth in frustration since he tossed the pot down the road. He ran back down the road, hoping to find some that people missed. "Stupid, Fate. Gettin' lazy and stupid," he cursed at himself.

"Looking for this?" a voice said.

Fate looked behind him and saw a figure holding a gold coin. "Yeah," Fate said, "it was a gift from my mother." He lied as he snatched the coin.

"Well then," said the hooded figure said, "come this way, because there's more over there."

As the figure went into the alleyway, Twisted Fate teleported out of there. He always had a "sixth sense" when it came to suspicious people. He teleported a safe distance away and looked back where he once stood saying, "you can fool others, but not me." He tipped his hat, and began walking the other direction.

It wasn't long until he was at the outskirts of town when he saw the hooded figure again. "What?! How'd you-" before Twisted Fate could teleport out, the figure pressed a button and a high pitched buzzing sound came the Card Master. "AARGH!" He screamed, but the loud buzzing muted his voice. The pain began throbbing in his head and he started to twitch and shake! Fate fell to his knees and took out the coin from his pocket and threw it far away from him. As soon as the coin left his person, the sound slowly dissipated. Exhausted, he tried to stand up, but the figure approached him and pointed a gun at his head. The last thing Fate thought of before he was knocked out was one of his many rules when it came to Bilgewater: "Never take anything given to you."

It's a bit short, but that's because it's the introductory chapter.

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