Hey, sorry this took so long. I have been pressed with school work and ski racing. Now, I have not finished the rewrite, but I would like to have some comments on how you like/dislike this new version. I tried to keep many things similar, but I really did change others.
Chapter 1: The Butler Arrives
He appeared above the large, cathedral style, glass dome of the Institute of War. The soft pitter-patter of the rain rang in his ears. His butler style attire was soaked; black dress pants, black dress shoes, white dress shirt, and a black vest. He wore a red bandana around his neck, on the bandana was an assortment of badly done stitches; they made a twisted smile if he wore the bandana. On top of the vest was a leather shoulder holster, inside the holster was a sleek silver .44 magnum. On his right arm was an assortment of tubes, which lead down to his forearm. On his forearm was a black box with two rectangular pieces protruding from it. His blue hair, drenched, was sticking down on his face. He heard a faint crack, then another, suddenly the glass beneath him broke. He maneuvered himself to land on his back, but in doing so his gun had flown out of the holster.
He closed his eyes and got ready for the impact, but there was none. He opened his eyes, his vision was blue. He tried to move, but couldn't. He deduced that he was in a mysterious blue gel. His position was the same as the one he had in the air, a sort of laid down position. He moved the only thing he could, his eyes. Around him was a buff purple man with a ukulele, a blue squid, which was bouncing around the floor in random directions, and a man with odd facial hair in a speedo trying to get a suntan, despite the cloudy weather outside. He darted his eyes back up and saw his revolver falling with the glass from the dome. He tried to scream, but the gel blocked his jaw. The handle of his weapon hit the floor and it fired a shot. The gel muffled the deafening sound, but he could see the man in the speedo holding his ears in pain. Oddly he saw an arm made of the blue substance fall beside him.
His head hurt, he was suffocating. But, suddenly, he was forcefully ejected from the blue gel. On his hands and knees he gasped for air. He was dazed, head spinning, zoned out, many phrases could describe him, but one thing was obvious, he almost died there. The thought made him laugh; he probably looked insane to the people around him. Wait, people, he thought. His eyes darted to the handgun on the floor. He dived for it, gripped it, and slung the barrel over his shoulder pointing it at the old man behind him.
"Don't try me." He said. His finger was about to press the trigger, if pulled it would splatter his brain all over the white marble wall behind him. The old man put his hands up instinctively.
"Calm down child, we mean you no harm." The old man said in a sweet, pacifist tone.
"Bullshit!" He gripped the gun handle tighter.
"Hey!" The man in the speedo shouted. "Fuck you man!"
"Not now Draven." The man made of gel in front of him said.
"How can you be standing there Zac? He blew your damn arm off." Draven said.
He thought he recognized that terrible facial hair from somewhere. Draven, Zac. Then the purple man is Dr. Mundo, but that squid. Who is that?
"Draven, he just blew my arm off. What do you think that weapon can do to the Head Summoner." Zac said. "Dumbass." He whispered under his breath.
"Put that weapon down please." Zac said kindly.
"I know what you are all capable of. Don't think that I will put this weapon down that easily Zac." He said.
Zac recoiled. Who the fuck is this child, he thought. He seems like a natural born killer, but how does he know us? Or is he just bluffing?
"Just re-attach your arm." The boy said getting up. He still held the gun to the Head Summoner's head. "Drop the weapons, NOW!"
"Do as he says." Zac said getting on his knees. The other champions did the same, the squid stopped moving.
A small prick in his neck, a dart? All of a sudden his body went limp. His vision started to blur. He collapsed to the floor.
"Well done Teemo, I knew it was a good idea to have you here." The Head Summoner said dusting himself off.
Cell below Institute of War
His vision was still blurry. Fucking Teemo he thought. He heard a scraping noise, it became increasingly louder, as if it was coming towards him; the poison in the dart scrambled his senses.
"It's time." A demonic voice said outside the cell. He looked up, an unclear outline of Thresh was outside of the cell. He could see the distinct green aura that made up his head and hands.
"Time for what?" He asked the sadistic jailer.
"Shut up. Get up now." The jailer said. "It is enough that I can't hurt you."
He did as he was told. He had no weapons, well, he still had his arm blades, but he couldn't use them well with handcuffs on. He walked to the front of the cell. Thresh opened the cell door, "Move." He ordered. The teen looked around, but his vision still wasn't working well. Thresh kicked him in the back for disobedience.
"I thought you couldn't hurt me." The teen said trying to rub his back. The effort was useless.
"Walk child." Thresh said, his voice full of anger and hatred.
A few moments later they arrive in an office, Thresh shoved him in and closed the door. He saw the outline of an old man behind a desk. "Is that you? What was it? Head Summoner?" The teen asked.
"Yes." The old man replied. The kindness in his voice had faded; it was replaced by a rough and uneasy tone. "Sit."
The teen walked to a chair. At least his vision was getting better. "What are you doing here?" The old man said. He could now see the head summoner's facial expression; it was blank, like a poker face.
He didn't answer.
"Let me try a different approach. What is your name?" The Head Summoner asked.
"Odin." Odin replied quickly.
"Great. Odin, what are you doing here?" The Head Summoner asked again.
Odin didn't answer.
"Okay. Let me get to the point. Odin..." The Head Summoner paused. Odin looked at him with his golden eyes. "Would you be a champion here at the League of Legends?"
"Really, after what happened? You want me to be a champion? You must be crazy old man." Odin replied.
"Will you?" The Head summoner didn't let up.
"I don't have a better option do I?" Odin asked, even though he knew the answer.
"No." The Head Summoner replied.
"Fine. I will become a champion." Odin said.
"Great. But, until you are deemed safe you will have to stay in the cell." The Head Summoner said sternly.
"Great." Odin said sarcastically.
Thresh walked back in and threw out a death sentence. Odin didn't even resist getting dragged back to his cell. He looked up at the marble ceiling, me… a League champion. What would my friends have said?
