0000
Annie smiles, the biggest, sweetest, most awesomely delicious ice-cream cone resting in her tiny hands ready to be devoured by the young firemage. Morgana, culinary extraordinaire and proud creator of said cone is staring at her expectantly gesturing for the child to try her new frozen delicacy. The child smiles, an innocent beam of happiness and purity almost shooting out of Annie's face, she brings the frozen piece of heaven closer to her lips and opens her mouth ready to taste this vanilla scented piece of heaven, when…
"Mine!"
Pale hands shoot towards the cone and both mages can only watch in terror as Vayne suddenly jumps out of a nearby bush and snatches Morgana's latest masterpiece, promptly tossing the poor cone in her ravenous mouth before snapping her jaws shut, eradicating the tasty treat for all eternity. Morgana is speechless, Annie is sobbing, Shaco is playing chess with Veigar.
The Night Hunter promptly dives into another bush and disappears, droplets of sweet ice-cream and despair the only thing remaining in the once peaceful bakery. Well, along with the shattered remains of the Dark Child's heart and a furious fallen angel, that is. How is Morgana supposed to lure Annie towards the dark path of forbidden magic and human sacrifices without a proper cone of ice-cream! What in Zed's hello kitty pajamas is she going to use now, cookies? Preposterous! Teemo just stares at the crying toddler and nods his head in approval.
0000
It is a beautiful morning in the Institute of War, the most spectacular place in all of Valoran. The birds are chirping happily, the golden sun is shining, radiating warmth and light and Urgot is trying to eat a lollipop, fruitlessly slamming the damned cherry colored piece of candy against his advanced hextech breathing device. His desperate attempts don't seem to be that successful so far, there are in fact a complete failure.
The undead marksman sighs, creepy muffled sounds occasionally coming out of the complex hextech mask obscuring his face and any stumbling observant that would so happen to walk by would have to pay close attention in order to realize that the Headman's Pride is sniffling quietly almost on the brink of tears. Why couldn't his mask be designed with the comfort of the user in mind instead of just looking frightening? Why was a sword-hand so hard to operate? Why didn't Riot just rework Yorick already?
Those and even more important questions kept crossing the forgotten champion's mind, highlighting his pathetic existence like one of Jinx's explosive firework bombs meticulously planted in the High Summoner's bathroom only to be detonated at the right moment, destroying the room in a breathtaking explosion of light, sparks and… well, brown stuff.
Anyway, the poor unpicked champion was still lamenting his cruel fate when the rustling coming out of the nearby bushes alerted the marksman of the potential existence of an intruder. Urgot growls, a mutated choked sound already escaping his mechanical gas mask, his rusty, unused (since no one picks him) blade-hand raised in order to meet his new adversary, lollipop still tightly clenched in his deadly goo cannon's pincers.
A sudden swift behind him makes him snap his head towards the heinous lollipop thief, the rest of his upper body rotating unnaturally in order to improve his fighting potential. A single thought keeps echoing in the villainous brain of one of Noxus most notorious executioners (the pretty one, Draven is ugly)
Must. Protect. The. lollipop.
"Mine"
The demented whisper reaches the man-thing's deteriorating ears a moment too late and the Headman's Pride can only gasp in shock because Vayne is currently standing just in front of him while smiling softly, the bloody mask of the undead abomination casually hanging from her pale delicate fingers.
Urgot blinks and then pauses, it takes him a moment to realize the consequences of the Demacian woman's actions, but when he does he flashes one of his best, friendliest smiles at this magnificent creature, no angel! Shauna Vayne is an angel of happiness, a godly, compassionate being of light and purity finally appearing before him in order to shed some much needed light in his dark, grim, ugly, gross, sad, insignificant, unpicked, ( did I already mention sad? ) and pitiful existence and anyone that says otherwise is going to feel the heat of his deadly corrosive snot canon!
The Night Hunter smiles, the man-thing smiles, the lollipop sweatdrops and then Urgot suddenly collapses on the floor, his frail body failing him as the last traces of oxygen slowly leave his weakened system. The marksman coughs and spits, suffocating quietly and there are traces of acid spilling on the floor under his chin, his blurry green eyes start losing focus even as his hand-cannon moves weakly, bringing the strawberry lollipop right in front of the tormented man's face.
His mouth opens, the pale white tongue darting out of his mouth, desperate for a taste of sweet red sugar-flesh, the first piece of candy he will finally be able to taste in two sugarless decades, and then abruptly a pale blurry hand suddenly enters his field of vision and snatches the candy away. A victorious roar and the sound of receding footsteps are the last things the confused marksman hears before his undead mind finally shuts down and his brain functions cease completely, carrying him into the peaceful land of darkness. And then a sinister voice suddenly booms right next to the poor man-thing's ears.
"Mine"
0000
Nami is beaming with happiness, a beautiful smile adorning her equally beautifish face as the young marai happily drifts towards the port near the Institute, her precious prize tightly pressed against her average cream colored bosom. She finally did it! She finally found the fabled moonstone! The magical artifact capable of shedding light in the darkest caverns of the ocean, the elusive magical gem needed to save her people from the terrors lurking in the inky black depths of the sea.
Who would have thought that the magical object would be in Diana's possession? (Who really?) And who would have thought that the last remaining survivor of the Lunary would be kind enough to trade the mystical gem in exchange for Nami promising to hand out leaflets and preach about the glorious power of the moon to her people upon returning to the subaquatic city. Although the young marai was kind of curious about the weird, obviously printed text right under the magical artifact's surface spelling Made in Piltover in thick black letters. Diana had also whispered something about battalions? battalies? battleaxes? Nami wasn't so sure but seeing the reassuring glow of the stone convinced the young marai that Diana's guilty mumbles couldn't probably have been that important.
The naïve mermaid had almost reached the port by now, the faint rocking silhouettes of various ships and vessels dancing across the waves, already visible in the distance. The young woman was already imagining the happy smiles adorning the faces of her parents and close relatives upon returning with the precious Piltovian moonstone, when all of a sudden an unexpected collision with a fellow league champion abruptly brought her back to present.
"Sorry, Shauna. I was kind of distracted and didn't watch where I was going."
"That's ok, we all make mistakes after all. Just be more careful next time."
"I will, I promise, but I have to go now."
The Night Hunter just nods and bids her farewell and Nami just waves at her ready to continue her journey when she abruptly freezes, the absence of an important gemstone suddenly evident in the young marai's eyes. She snaps her head towards one direction and then the other, her gaze darting between the rugged sailors and the salty cobblestone floor, her eyes already watering, filled with bitter tears.
"No, I... I… have to bring back the moonstone, I... I have to save my people. Everybody depends on me."
A sniffing sound coming right from behind her suddenly draws the marai's attention and Nami stiffens, her eyes wide like saucers. Someone is sniffing her hair. Another sound, this one a wet drawn out slurp and Nami whimpers, the first silent tears already spilling out of the young sea maiden's eyes, silently rolling down her cheeks even as a wet red tongue slowly starts dragging its way up her vulnerable earlobe leaving a wet trail of sticky saliva all over the poor mermaid's face. A dark lustful growl suddenly reaches the terrified support's ears.
"Mine"
I don't even know, I just woke up today and wanted to write a story about Vayne popping out of bushes and stealing things, she was also supposed to steal Valor, but I was getting kind of bored so I stopped here. Should I be worried?