Hallo there,
i wanted to try something and im not sure where this will go and how far, but feel free to enjoy it anyway and maybe give me some feedback :)

Important: There will be heavy language, a bit (or more) gore and maybe even sexual themes. SO i rate this M for a reason!

Anyway, have fun :)

Welcome in RAPTURE!

The letters, merely a weak glow of their former selves, glinted on the advertisement board throwing out sparks. Her vision was a blur, despite the fluorescent letters there was not much she could make out in the dimmed light. An asthmatic cough shook Quinn to the core, still weak from nearly drowning and spitting out the water in her lungs. She did not remember much what happened.

The last thing she knew was that she fought with Mundo in Summoners Rift, getting help from Sejuani. She could remember that something was flying toward her from the side. Bristle rushed forward with an Arctic Assault, staving off something that seems like a rocket. However, the impact was too big, slinging them all three down the cliff. She felt pain, felt her consciousness slip and then something wet. Water. She was drowning, but she could not move to safe herself. Everything went dark, just the feeling of something surreal passing through her body was there before she fell into the black.

She coughed again, spewing more water. She could feel the throbbing pain in her head and lungs.

"Sejuani? Bristle? Valor?" she tried to call, but it barely was a whisper at this point and it kept unanswered. Just a clang of metal here and there. The world spun around her. She felt nauseous. Something was near her. She could feel steps on the ground, shaking the floor and the water in which half of her body laid. Everything was dull, even the steps sounded like someone stomped on battings.

"Sejuani?" she asked, heaving her throbbing head to search for a sight of a human being. The scout heard a muffled, but somehow metallic, haunting sound. The dispersed dust stuck to her respiratory tracts, making her chough even more. Beneath her she could see a crimson floor, bloodied and dirty. She felt a jolt on her head and the massive pain it caused. Once again the darkness overwhelmed her, embraced her tight. She was sinking into a black pool, feeling strangely safe there.

She woke up when something rattled next to her. Within a second she was completely awake and aware of the situation. Wide-eyed she look around, squirming in her bond that tied her onto a cold metal table. The garish light burned in her eyes which were filled with tears, fighting against the physical exhaustion and ongoing headache. Her eyes searched for Valor, Bristle and Sejuani, but no one was there. She was alone in this frightening, small room that reeked of blood and vomit. Two tables next to her laid a broken corpse, terrifying her. She was used to see blood and deep wounds on the battlefields, sometimes even entrails, but this was far in excess to gore.

Jerking her hip in a raw motion she freed her legs from the chains that hold her. With more leeway she was able to free her arms as well. Siting up to fast a vertigo caught her off-guard and send her back in laying position. She moaned in pain and sickness. Quinn rolled over carefully and fell from the table to the floor, right into a pond of blood. The small hairs on her body ruffled up in disgust.

What's this place? I have to get outta here as fast as possible! she thought, execrating this room more with each second she spent here. She stood up slower this time and staggered to a washbowl, cleaning at least her face and hands from the blood. Her gaze went to the mirror and noticed a laceration on her forehead. With pad pressed against the wound she tried to stop the bleeding for now.

She looked around again, her vision clear enough. There were lots of strange tools laying on floor and tables, dirty from the work of a psychopath it seemed. She tried to suppress her gag reflex, avoiding to look at the cadaver.

Something out of place caught her interest. It shimmered blue in the light, mostly hidden under a blanket. She approached it and dared to take a look, finding a giant flail forged of true ice. Her eyes went wide. There was only one person in the world who used this weapon. She screamed in agony, trying to muffle her voice in a hand she pressed tight on her mouth. The scout burst into tears, near the edge to abandon herself to despair. She felt so lonely right now, helpless and useless. Bristle and Valor were still missing and the flail of her warrior laid in this godforsaken room. If the corpse on the other table was any indication of what was done in here she was terrified to even think what they did to her girlfriend.

"Oh god no!" she cried out, falling on her knees and tearing at her hair. Anger. Hatred. Fear. Doubts. Despair. Sadness. All this feeling overwhelmed her, shook the little scout and everything around her.

"So you are awake" a cold, scoffing voice said, sending ice cold shivers down her spine, filling her mind with pure angst. Her body felt numb all of the sudden. She trembled with fear, her teeth ached from the hard gritting. Her muscles tensed, nearly snapping from strain. The steps came closer, echoing in her head. Her eyes were fixated on the shadow of the man behind her which appeared on the floor under and in front of her. The man took a pliers and lift it into the air to hit. She closed her eyes.

"Go on...take me to Sej" she whispered sad, preparing herself for the impact. Eventually it never came. Confused she opened one eye, then the other. The shadow disappeared but there was still sounds behind her. Quinn turned the head a little, glaring over her shoulder towards the chocking. The man lifted in the air, a huge syringe piercing his throat, killing him slowly.

Next to him was something that remembered her of Nautilus, but only slightly. The creature was over two meters tall and rather athletic as far as Quinn could make out through the diving suit which adapted to the physique of its wearer. The head was covered with a sphere and two portholes, glowing blue. With a metallic, piercing shriek the creature threw the dying man on her syringe against the wall, now approaching her. Quinn's teeth began to chatter again. She squinted when the right hand of this monster rushed towards her.

Help me Sejuani!