This one was fun. I admit I did take some liberty with this, FanboyX I'm sorry about the liberties *cough* one character *cough* but I'll admit...I did not mean to make said character. They just came. Anyways...this one is a rivalry arc, which means that there will be three chapters instead of the normal two. I will be going into detail of what happened to Senna...at least, my interpretation of it!

Chapter 1

Jonathan didn't remember his family. All he knew about them was what he was told by Father Mulcahy…or 'Uncle Pete' as Jonathan called him. He knew that his daddy used to be a part of a gang, but was killed in a gang fight right before he was born…mainly because his daddy wanted to leave. His mother died from cancer when he was a year old and neither of them had any family available to take the poor boy.

That's when Uncle Pete came in. His 'uncle' used to be a part of the same gang his father was in, but Uncle Pete got out and became a priest, adopting Jonathan and raising him in the church. Jonathan wasn't the only child the church had taken as a ward, he remembered another boy…one who seemed a bit more of a troublemaker. Jonathan tried to help him, but was slashed at by a knife the boy had hidden in his sleeve. Jonathan never saw the boy after that…it was rumored that Child Protective Services had taken him and was giving him a new home.

Now, Jonathan was eighteen and looking to graduate high school. He was happy with his life, peaceful.

"Johnny!" a female voice called, getting the young man's attention.

"Oh, afternoon Miss Ambrose," Jonathan smiled, giving a gentlemanly 'tip of the hat' to his classmate.

The brunette-haired, teal eyed Sienna Ambrose smiled at the polite gesture.

"So, you thinking about Prom like everyone else is?" she asked.

"Nah, not really," Jonathan admitted, "I've got other things I'm helpin' out with on that day. What about you? Anyone ask you?"

"Not yet," Sienna replied, giving him a pointed look, "I'm hoping that I will soon though,"

"Aw, I'm sorry Sienna," he apologized, "If I wasn't helpin' Uncle Pete that night, I'd take ya,"

She shrugged.

"Next year, Jonathan Cross Jr.," Sienna growled playfully, poking him in the chest, "I know you're wanting to be a priest but God knows you need to treat yourself once and a while. We've been friends since we were in diapers…I saved your sorry butt from bullies multiple times. You owe me, Johnny…"

Jonathan gave a roaring laugh, looking up at the girl as he got his composure.

"Alright, alright, Sienna…I'll see what I can do," he chuckled.

"You better," she growled playfully, punching him in the shoulder lightly, "You know what they say about a woman scorned…"

"Don't I ever," he chuckled, "Besides…anyone on your bad side tends to regret it,"

"I'll see you later," she smiled, laughing, "stay safe…there's been some bad stuff going on in your side of the neighborhood,"

"I'll stay safe," Jonathan promised, waving.

Everyone had gone home from Mass. Jonathan knelt on the steps before the altar, smiling up at the candlelit place before closing his eyes and praying.

"You've done everythin' for me…I just wish I knew how to repay you," he admitted, "You've given me a home, given me a chance after my parents died, I want to give everythin' back to you,"

He gave a faint laugh.

"I just wanted to say thank you,"

"Johnny, my boy, what are you doing up so late?" a male voice asked.

The boy looked up and gave a warm smile as Uncle Pete put his hand on his shoulder.

"Just talkin' to the Lord, Uncle Pete," the boy replied.

Father Mulcahy smiled, shaking his head in amusement.

"Do you think you could help close everything?" Uncle Pete asked, "It was a rather big service tonight. You did a good job in the choir,"

Jonathan grinned as he nodded, getting up.

"I'll be back soon," he promised, "Maybe I'll grab dinner from the kitchen too,"

Father Mulcahy chuckled, patting the boy's back as Jonathan jogged out of the Sanctuary.

Jonathan got everything closed up, took out the trash from the kitchen, got the dishes set up so he could wash them after dinner, and got dinner ready. He was carrying a tray with tonight's dinner back to the Sanctuary when he heard a loud cracking sound…like a gunshot.

The boy's dark eyes flashed as he dropped the tray, sending it clattering to the floor and dashing towards the Sanctuary.

"Dear God above…please let Uncle Pete be alright…" he thought as he raced in.

He ran in just to see Uncle Pete on the floor with a figure standing above him.

"So you do remember me," the figure growled, smoke still rising from the gun he'd just fired.

He pointed the gun at Uncle Pete.

"Did you miss me? No…you couldn't have…not when you threw me out to the streets!"

"Hayden, I couldn't afford a therapist to help you!" Uncle Pete pleaded, "Believe me, child, if I could have, I would have kept you here!"

Hayden? As in Hayden White? The boy Jonathan had grown up with?

"Pretty words. Do you know what happened? No one wanted a ten year old. So they dumped me on the streets. I was found by the gangs and the stuck drugs in me to deliver. They cut me open and sewed me back together. So much for good old-fashioned Christian love!"

"Hayden, please, I'm sorry," came the gentle voice of Uncle Pete, "Put the gun down…you're sick…you need help…"

"I don't need help from you," Hayden hissed.

"I…"

And that was when Uncle Pete saw Jonathan just beyond Hayden, watching the display in horror. Uncle Pete's face went white. Hayden looked and spotted Jonathan as well.

"Jonathan…run!" Uncle Pete shouted.

Hayden pulled the trigger, sending a bullet into the good Father's chest.

"NO!" Jonathan shrieked.

Hayden looked up just in time for Jonathan to tackle him to the ground. The two fought, scratching, biting, anything. Each trying to get the gun. Hayden pulled the trigger on the gun. Jonathan shrieked as the bullet went through his kneecap, the other boy grabbed the gun's barrel and Hayden fired again…

Only to shoot himself in the gut. Hayden snarled, kicking Jonathan off him before shooting at random through the blinding pain. Jonathan howled as the bullet took him in the stomach as well and Hayden bolted, limping out the doors as his crimson lifeblood dripped to the floor.

Jonathan growled in pain, looking up to see Uncle Pete grasping at the floor, gasping for breath.

"Uncle Pete…" Jonathan rasped, painfully dragging himself to the man.

Uncle Pete grabbed Jonathan's dark hands in his own and thrust something in them. Jonathan looked at the object and recognized the silver cross that Uncle Pete had always worn.

"Jonathan…Hayden needs help," Uncle Pete gasped, "You have to have forgiveness…don't go after him…"

"Uncle Pete…" Jonathan protested.

"Jonathan…"

"I won't," Jonathan finally said before finishing in his head, "For now…"

Uncle Pete gave a sad smile and patted Jonathan's dark cheek.

"That was your daddy's…" Uncle Pete murmured, "Johnny…you look so much like him…he would…he would have been so proud of you…"

His eyes glazed and Jonathan could feel the man's heartbeat flutter and die. He saw a pale shape in the corner of his eye and he thought he was imagining things…but he could have sworn he saw a white line of light sink into Uncle Pete's chest. But when he blinked…it was gone.

He looked up, his vision dying as sirens filled the air…

But he could have sworn he saw an angel in white standing in front of him…a bow of elegantly carved wood in her hands.

Jonathan woke up in a well lit room, the tan stone of the walls seemed warm and comforting…but there was an overwhelming sense of loss around him.

He looked around and froze as he saw someone standing in the doorway.

"Jonathan Cross Jr.," the figure, a man in a dark suit and fedora started, "Called Johnny or J.J. by your friends. Lived with one Father Mulcahy or 'Uncle Pete' as you liked to call him until his tragic death a few hours ago,"

"Who are you and how do you know so much about me," Jonathan growled.

"My name is Andrew Summers," the man, Andrew, stated, "I work for Riot Games. You, my boy, have been shot in the kneecap and in the stomach…the bullet ruined some very vital systems. They don't expect you to live much longer. You've been in a coma since the accident."

"Then how are you talking to me?" Jonathan demanded, "If this is all in my head,"

"You have to love technology and its advancements," Andrew chuckled, "Since you have no family now that your 'uncle' is gone…you are a ward of the state. A Miss Sienna Ambrose, however, was very adamant that I do everything I can to keep you alive. I told her I would…but the end judgement was up to you,"

"And that is?" Jonathan asked warily.

"You're familiar with League of Legends, correct?" he asked.

"Yeah…I used to play it before a fire destroyed the last church and my computer with it. I was a pretty good ADC. Lucian was my best,"

"The League, her Champions, Valoran…it is all real," Andrew said, "In order to save your life, there's an experimental process that will make you a Champion. One such Champion has chosen you…as in, he agreed to let you become him,"

"And who would be crazy enough to do that?"

"First Cira, then Zayne, then Victoria, now you," Andrew muttered to himself, "Something with the Overdrive Project Chosens I swear…"

"Heh, don't worry about it Andrew…we're not all glitched," a low male voice chuckled from the shadows.

Jonathan turned around to see a dark-skinned man in a white trenchcoat, two elegantly wrought guns at his side.

"…Lucian…" Jonathan blinked, "You?"

"You and I have similar pasts, Jonathan," Lucian told him, "We've both had someone we love taken from us. Ironically? It was by the same person,"

"Hayden…"

"Thresh Chose him a couple hours ago," Lucian growled, "I'll admit, I had my eye on ya for a while now,"

Lucian gave a sigh and looked at Andrew.

"He's gonna have to become more than just a Champion, isn't he?" Lucian asked, "Because of what I am? What Fiora, Yi, Leo, Yas and Zed are?"

"Just like Leona, Zed and Fiora before you," Andrew nodded.

"Y'know…it was almost easier not knowing what happened," Lucian grumbled.

"What are you talking about?" Jonathan asked.

"Jonathan," Lucian sighed, "I…I'm gonna be honest with you. I'm not completely human. Not anymore,"

He touched his chest and his form started to shimmer like a mirage…before appearing in a form that looked like a mix between man and machine. Lucian's once dark hair was now snow-white, and he was covered head to toe in armor…save for his right arm. The orange-scarlet visor that covered the Purifier's eyes flickered as he turned his head.

"The Project 'skins' aren't skins," Lucian said, his voice carrying a metallic tinge, "This is what I am. There are nine of us that were kidnapped from the League. Three of us had Chosens when we were taken…They're still a little messed up. The rest of us…well…I'll say this now. If you accept my offer…then this is what you're gonna look like. You won't be completely human anymore. You'll be partially machine. Now, we've got holograms that make us look human…"

His form flickered and he returned to his 'classic' skin.

"But it's a lot to get used to. You're going to be a lot stronger…but uh, just…try and learn how to control your strength,"

He gave a sigh.

"I'll protect you the best I can from whatever comes your way…but I can't choose what you decide. To die human or to live as a Project under the title of the Purifier. That you have to decide for yourself,"

Jonathan looked up at Lucian and gave a grim smile.

"I accept being the Purifier," he said.

I did not intend to create Sienna. She just...came. Jonathan is, was, I dunno, wanting to become a priest, so he politely turned down those who tried flirting with him. Sienna is one of his friends that he grew up with. Those of you who remember my rendition of Senna from the first Project story remember that she was quite the little defender (bashing bullies with pieces of plywood and all lol). Sienna is a bit like Senna in that way too. When I created her and realized what I made her...I decided to make her look like Senna too (pale skin, wavy brown hair and blue-green eyes).

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*)

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

Amumu

Anivia

Corki

Dr. Mundo

Fizz

Heimerdinger

Irelia

Janna

Jayce

Karma

Kennen

Nunu

Olaf

Poppy

Rammus

Rumble

Singed

Sivir

Swain

Teemo

Tristana

Trundle

Tryndamere

Vayne

Xin Zhao

Zilean

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.