A/N: Welcome to my first League of Legends fanfic! Honestly, I have no idea if anyone reads LoL FanFic because its fan base seems kind of small but fuck it :p

To all my old followers i am so so so sorry for the long unexplained absence.Circumstances just prevented me from writing and I'm really sorry. Not sure if I can continue my old stories because I lost pretty much all my files... :( I'm sorry! If you wanna continue it or write your own version, contact me for permission please! Thanks!

I got this idea from WingsOfRequiem! All credit for the idea goes to him!

Title: Experimental

Summary: Nine seemingly random champions find themselves in an unknown room, chained to the walls and collared, to be experimented upon by a mysterious captor. Violence, sex, pain, and hijinks ensue as they struggle to free themselves from this den of madness while maintaining their sanity. AshexTryn GarenxKat JsycexCait AkalixZed

Rating: M for sexual content/langauge/violence

Characters: Ashe, Tryndamere, Talon, Garen, Katarina, Akali, Zed, Caitlyn, Jayce

Pairings: AshexTryn, GarenxKat, AkalixZed, CaitxJayce, lonely Talon (or is he lonely? Twist maybe?)

Warnings: Might get kinda violent or weird/OOC.

Disclaimer: League of Legends isn't mine ok.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Captive

Ashe's POV

The first thing I feel is steel, cold and unforgiving, a tight noose around my neck. I reach out unconsciously to remove it, this foreign object cloying my senses. It doesn't budge.

My eyes are groggy and yet I manage to open them. Slowly, my ice blue orbs adjust to the smoky lighting. A single fluorescent lightbulb hangs above me, illuminating the room in a dull yellowed light.

The room is circular, I can see at least that much. Its roundness prevents shadows from forming, a fact I will hold to the utmost despair later. But for now, I adjust and I observe.

The lone lightbulb flickers and something-a few feet away to my left-moans. No, not something. Someone. With great difficulty, I maneuver my head to the side, the cold collar making me wince.

"Akali?" My voice is hoarse. I clear it unsteadily and try again, louder this time. "Akali!" Ouch, too loud. But it does the trick.

The kneeling figure looks up at me. We were never the best of friends, Akali and I, but the relief in her eyes is tangible. "Ashe!"

The ninja makes a move to get up but chokes as the object around her neck restricts her unsteady movements. I notice that it is tethered to a point high up on the wall. I also realize, to my alarm, that the same device is fastened to my own neck.

I point. "What is this?"

She only looks at me helplessly. "I have no idea. I woke up an hour ago. Or maybe more. Or maybe less, I don't know."

"Are we alone?" Somehow the thought of being held captive in a strange, dim room with only one other acquaintance alarms me more than anything else.

"No." She nods towards the other side of the round room. "Over there."

I see the brilliant red first. Katarina and her long crimson mane, straight out of a Pantene commercial. Not that I am envious. She is sprawled on the cracked cement floor, still unconscious.

Next to the Noxian assassin is another infamous Noxian assassin. Talon. He seems alert, but his sluggish glances make me feel that he, too, is disoriented by our curious situation.

On the other side of Katarina is her Demacian counterpart. Garen Crownguard is slumped against the wall, staring impassively at the woman across from him and to the right of me. Caitlyn, the Sheriff of Piltover. I realize that Garen was looking at the wound at the apex of Cait's brown curls, a bloody gash that is sure to scar. It seems that unlike the rest of us, she put up a fight.

Adjacent to Caitlyn is Jayce. He tugs at his entrapped neck to no avail; the metal refuses to give. Defeated, he whispers in a low, hesitant tone to the ominous man next to him.

Zed responds just as quietly. I'm not very familiar with this man, this Master of Shadows. There is something about him that throws me off, something that reminds me of Lissandra's darkness but somehow deeper. I do not dwell on it, choosing instead to move on to the man directly across from me. The man who is currently gazing unabashedly at me.

My husband, Tryndamere.

Jayce's POV

I'm the second to wake up, I think. I consider this a mini-victory in itself. Sure, I'm not first, but have you even beaten a scary-ass ninja at the art of waking up?

No, not Akali.

Zed.

The dark, armored man next to me looks up as if he can hear my thoughts. A ridiculous notion, but I let my mind wander just in case.

Better safe than sorry.

Caitlyn's favorite catchphrase, I note amusedly to myself, allowing myself a glance at my favorite sheriff's still body next to me with what looks like blood matted on her hair. At first I assume she's dead, the thought more alarming than I'd realized, before I notice the slight rise and fall of her chest (the only reason I was looking at her chest is for signs of life, okay?). I let my body relax, and yet I cannot fully relax.

Zed grunts suddenly, prompting me to look towards him. "Sleeping potions," he says simply, a dark look upon his covered face. "We were drugged."

"How do you know?"

"I've built up resistances to any common drugs or poisons," he explains, not without his fair share of smugness. Hey, if he's the one drinking poison, all the power to him. "This...was not a common drug or poison. Whoever is behind this? He's done his research."

The lightbulb in the room flickers, casting the slightest of shadows. Zed tenses up and reaches a hand to his neck, and I notice for the first time the metallic binding around it. A foreboding sense leaves a bitter taste in my mouth-the worst type of morning breath-as I mirror his action on myself, my fingers connecting with an unfamiliar, unyielding solid. I grasp at it, pulling, gritting my teeth when the unforgiving steel bites into my soft flesh.

"What is this?" My voice is frenzied and unfamiliar.

Zed just shakes his head. "Our captor does not want us escaping," he states matter-of-factly.

"How...how did he get us all?" My last coherent memory is of going to a bar, going to meet someone. Who? My brain refuses to budge. "I don't remember being attacked."

"You don't remember anything right now," the Master of Shadows chuckles. Humorlessly, because we both know the same holds true for him. "We are not facing any ordinary opponent."

The wording is not lost on me. "Viktor?" My mind flies to my bitter arch-rival, even as I know that he would never engage in such a brash act as kidnapping multiple people. It just felt comfortable to blame someone familiar. I snort. Viktor, familiar. Perhaps I am going mad in this unfamiliar cage.

Zed shakes his head impatiently, saying aloud what I am thinking. "A man such as he is incapable of pulling something like this-" he tugs at the ring that entraps his neck "-off. No, someone else. Someone twisted, perverted, disturbed."

I swallow a smile. A man such as Zed isn't exactly one to talk about someone else being twisted, perverted, or disturbed.

The ninja continues. "Someone who would have a use for us, chained up in here like animals. Someone who would want us alive, not dead."

Chained in here like animals... Like an experiment. To be tested upon, measured until our usefulness became outlived. And who would do such a thing?

A thought occurs to me then. "Someone from Zaun."

A/N: Jeez, it's hard to write in present tense. Keep find myself slipping back into past tense :/ Please tell me if I made any mistakes so I can fix them!

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