Well, here is my first fanfic. Any criticisms are welcome. In this story, I have imagined Talon in his dragonblade skin, as I hate the way talon looks in his classic skin ;D

Chapter 1

The man stumbled as he tripped over his own feet. Gasping for air, he scrambled to his feet and ducked into an alleyway. He laid there, his heart beating in his chest as he heard footsteps advancing slowly down the street he just was. Offering a prayer to whoever could help him, the man stayed completely still as the footsteps stopped next to the alley. He tensed up for about 5 minutes until the footsteps went away in the opposite direction. The man sighed with relief and revealed himself from his hiding place. As he turned to sneak away, he felt something cold on his neck, then stifled a cry as he felt the figure press himself against his back, his blade at the mans throat.

"Karkoua Meraktia, I know you have been selling classified Noxian information. Speak now if you want to live."

"Wh-what do you want to know?" Karkoua asked.

"Who did you sell them too?"

"S-some woman, she paid handsomely, I could g-give you some of it, n-no, all of it, just don't kill me!"

"Who was the Woman?"

"I d-don't know. She met me in the slums, stayed in the shadows. Asked me to bring her the documents. I complied, I c-couldn't refuse, she would have k-killed me"

"Where in the slums?"

"Down the alley n-next to the entrance to the market. P-please believe me! I am telling the truth!"

"I believe you."

"You do?"

"Now I have no use for you."

"N-NO! PLEASE, I SAID, YOU CAN HAVE ALL THE-" Karkoua was cut off as the mans blade whipped itself through his neck, killing him. The man, kept hold of Karkoua, and dragged the body to the nearest gutter, throwing him in.

"You betray Noxus, and you've already signed your death warrant." He spoke allowed, as if the corpse could hear him. Turning his back to the gutter, Talon Du Couteau made his way towards the slums.

Another body fell to the ground, a knife sticking out of it's back as Talon made his way into the heart of the Slums. Four people had tried to rob him while he made his journey, and each had met the same fate. When he reached the alleyway, Talon stuck to the shadows as he scouted the area. He counted 5 men who seemed to be patrolling the area. He snuck up on the first guard and stabbed him in his back, pulling him into the shadows before anyone saw. He advance on the next guard as he started patrolling the area in front of him. As he snuck up on him, the guard appeared to complete his patrol as he turned around to inspect behind him. Seeing Talon, the guard gasped in shock, before a throwing knife imbedded itself in his skull.

Cursing himself for being careless, Talon advanced, and took out another guard who was cleaning his sword, before Talon slit his throat with his arm-blade. The last two guards were kicking a downed man, who was curled up in a ball as they landed blow after blow onto him. Reminded of his old life, Talon felt anger surge through him. He through his final throwing knife, which landed into one of the guards head and launched himself at the other, his arm-blade passing clean through his back. Talon wrenched it out, and cleaned it on the dead guard's shirt.

With the guards dead, Talon inspected the whole area. The people who lived in the slums appeared to stay away from this area, as it was completely deserted apart from the 5 dead guards, and the unconscious man. There appeared to be no reason why they were patrolling the area. He was about to leave the area, when a wall on the other side of the area started to slide sideways. Talon leaped into the shadows as 10 people went through the hole, and alarm went through them as they saw 2 dead guards. While they fanned out to find the person responsible, Talon had already disappeared into the night.

The Noxian high command loomed over Talon as the gates opened for him. As he entered, Talon could smell the deceit and treachery that was a part of Noxian politics. Talon headed straight for the top of the building, where the Grand General was. He reached the door to his office, knocked twice, and entered. The door opened to Swain with his Raven, Beatrice, studying a map of Valoran, several markers placed strategicly across it. In the shadows, Darius, the hand of Noxus, stood, his eyes inspecting Talon for any sign that he is a danger to his General.

"Well?" Swain asked, his eyes never leaving the map. He knew that Talon would have never returned unless he had completed his mission.

"The target met with a woman in the slums of Noxus, she bought the papers off him. He never saw her face. I inspected the area and found 5 men guarding the area where he handed over the papers. There was also a hidden door in the area, where more guards emerged from.

"Did you investigate inside the door?" Swain asked

"No, there were too many of them, I returned here."

"We still have no idea who this is."

"Sir, I will send a detachment from the army to investigate the area fully." Darius stated

"Do you have an idea who is could be behind this Swain?" Talon asked, causing Swain's head to jerk up and look at him. Darius stepped out of the Shadows, glaring at him. Talon would never refer to Swain as Grand General, he only respected General Du Couteau and only took orders from him. He hadn't helped Swain because he was the Grand General, but to help Noxus.

"We don't have any other leads as of yet, these documents need to be found." Swain said, giving Talon a sharp look.

"So, do you want me to do anything else?" Talon asked. "Or can I go back to what needs to be done?"

"General Du Couteau is gone Talon." Swain said. "You are wasting your time. You will never find him." Talon turned his back on Swain and walked out his office.

"Will he be trouble?" Darius asked.

"I hope not Darius." Swain answered. "We need him."

Well thanks for reading. Once again, your criticism will be greatly loved :D