A/N: Hello guys, this is my second LoL fanfiction I've ever made. My first being my other story The Outcasts, if you're coming from The Outcasts just a fyi this story will take place in the same universe along with any other League of legends fanfiction I post on here. You don't have to read The Outcasts (I would recommend it though :D) to enjoy this story, the only thing you will miss out from not reading The Outcasts are a few references here and there. I don't know yet what references I will make to the story but for those of you that may have read it you will get the references.
Another thing: yes, a serious fanfiction about Twitch this is. Similar to Fizz, Twitch is one of my favorite champions, whenever I adc expect me to use the rat :). Where did I get the idea for this story? Don't ask me, my imagination sure is something.
I don't think I have to mention this but the twitch in this story looks like the new one and not the old one. In fact I should thank the rework since it was sort of a inspiration to make this fanfiction.
Not everyone will like the pairing I will be introducing sometime in this story, but I wasn't really expecting everyone to, then again people didn't seem to mind the Fizz x Miss Fortune pairing in The Outcasts so hopefully you all are okay with this one too!
For those of you that stuck with The Outcasts from the beginning remember it was T rated before it changed to M, this story will start off as M instead of it being changed later. I will most likely warn you of lemons if they are present in a chapter but unlike The Outcasts I won't make such a big deal out of warning you guys since this started off as a M rated story and you should expect things like that before reading.
One last thing to note is that by the time I'm writing this author's note I'm still working on The Outcasts along with this fanfiction. The Outcasts will always be my first priority and don't expect this fanfiction to be updated any sooner than The Outcasts. Also so it doesn't just take me forever to write both of these fanfictions, expect this one to only be about 3,000-7,000 words long. I may in one chapter put more words (like this one for example, but that is only because of the long author's note) but never less. The Outcasts has about 10,000 words in almost every chapter so that's why this one will have slightly less words.
Anyways, all characters belong to Riot Games besides my OCs, yaddah, yaddah, blah, blah, blah, on with the story!
Chapter 1
Two men walked down the sewer, one of the men being a older gentleman with neat gray hair and a less neat bushy mustached, and the other being a slightly younger man with only a stubble on his chin and wavy brown hair. Normally any sane person would know that going for a walk through the Zaun sewers wasn't an ideal thing to do but the scientists were down here for a reason.
"I don't like this place sir…" The young man admitted nervously to the older scientist.
"It doesn't matter if you do, just get that damn thing on and stay quiet, we're getting closer."
The young scientist sighed but obeyed the older scientist, he had worked with the old man long enough to know that there was no changing his opinion on a matter, if he wanted to walk through a sewer then there was no telling him otherwise. The young man pulled a video recorder out of his lab coat and turned it on, raising it to his face.
"It's on sir."
"Good, it should be just around the corner."
The young man followed slowly behind the old man recording the whole thing on video as they moved down the sewer until they came to a crossroad. The old man motioned for the younger man to follow him and they made a left at the crossroad. The path was short and at the end of it was a metal, rusty door. This was the place indeed, even before they were able to get inside they both could smell the stench coming from the inside of the room. It was a hundred times more smelly then the sewer itself.
"Alright, it should not be here right now." The old man pulled out a lock pick from his coat. "Once we get inside I want you to record everything you see, do you understand boy?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, now let me just get this damn thing open."
The old man moved forward ahead of the young man to the metal door and began lock picking it, It took the old man a minute but he finally was able to unlock the door. The door made a loud screeching noise as the man slowly opened it. Once the door was opened the young man followed behind the old man inside the room.
"Holy crap…" The young man whispered with disgust but also curiosity.
The young man looked around the room with his recorder and recorded everything in the room. It sort of reminded the young scientist what a rundown hotel room in Zaun would look like. There was a single mattress in the far right corner of the room with multiple unidentifiable stains on it. There was also a couch placed in front of a small television that sat on a wooden box, the couch had stains on it too along with a few holes and pizza boxes stacked on top of the couch and on the side of it. The television looked like it was a really old model and would probably only just barely work if the user was lucky. In another corner of the room was a very small "kitchen" of some sort with a rusty stove, a fridge that was slightly open to reveal old spoiled food of varied kinds, a microwave, and a trashcan that was filled with old food and beverages. All of the furniture in the room was also just slightly smaller than ones that would be found in a human's, the scientists knew who resided in this very home and comparing him to a human's height and a Yordle's he would be in the middle about the size of a average fifteen year old human child.
Besides the furniture mentioned the only other things in the room was trash scattered on the floor, more stains on the ground and wall, and finally a bunch of papers pinned to the wall. One of these papers seemed to be a full map of the sewers, hand drawn by the…thing that lived here himself.
The young man recorded more of the pictures hung on the wall, there was also a few doodles on the papers that seemed to serve no purpose, the young man wouldn't exactly call him a artist but he still recorded the pictures otherwise.
"Odd, I could've sworn the rat had some sort of secret room or lab or something!"
"It just seems like a home to me."
"No one asked you. I'm pretty sure the rat has something interesting hidden in here."
"Like what exactly, if I may ask sir?"
"I don't know, just something!"
"Sir, you've seem to be obsessed over him since he was first discovered roaming the sewers. Why exactly?"
"Think about it boy, this thing is a whole different kind of rodent that has never been seen before, just randomly appeared out of nowhere." The old man raised his arms and then brought them back down at his sides. "I guessed that he would have something interesting or groundbreaking here, there is nothing here though it was all just a waste."
"Not really sir, we're the first ones to ever see inside the rat's home, even if we didn't find anything groundbreaking I'm sure people would love to see this."
"Are you damaged in the brain boy? Who would love to see this? It's just some ugly, smelly, disgusting rat hole underground!"
"Why thank you." A voice suddenly said from behind the old man and the young man.
They spun around to see someone that was not there a minute ago.
"Twitch." The old man muttered through his teeth.
"Yep, that's my name!" Twitch said cheerfully, it didn't affect the old man but the young man was terrified by the fact Twitch was calm and happy about them being here.
Twitch noticed the recorder in the young scientist's hands and grinned.
"Am I on TV!?" Twitch gasped with excitement. "Hi mom! Wait, I don't have a mother…"
"Look, we don't mean any trouble just let us go." The old man requested calmly, he was trying to keep his composure and not let his fear be shown to the rat creature or to the young scientist next to him.
"You don't fool me, I can smell your fear." Twitch said still with a smile.
"Pardon?"
"Fear has a…interesting smell to it, I can smell it all over you two…" Twitch looked down at the young man's crouch area and laughed. "I can also smell piss too!"
The young man blushed from embarrassment and tried to cover the stain but it was too late.
"Ahahaha, whew, that's a hoot!"
"Please, just let us go now."
"I don't think so, no one has ever seen my lair before…actually there was one guy." Twitch brought a finger to his chin and thought for a second. "I think he's over there right now."
Twitch pointed to a corner in the room, the two scientists looked in this direction and gasped at the sight of a rotting corpse laying in the corner, flies flying all around it.
"Oh gods, please don't kill us!" The young scientist pleaded with the man, unlike the old man he didn't try to mask his fear. Twitch chuckled at the sight of the two scientists and then said,
"Okay, you can go."
The young man took a sigh of relief but that was short lived when suddenly Twitch pulled his crossbow off of his back.
"I will give you a head start, I will count to thirty and when I open my eyes the hunt will begin!" Twitch turned around and closed his eyes. "One…two…"
"Wait what are you serious!?" The young man gasped with fear, his hands shaking with the camera still recording everything.
"Threeee…"
"Damn it boy, run!" The old man started running out the room leaving the young scientist behind.
"Wait, siiiiiir!" Twitch's foot suddenly was placed in the young scientist's way making him trip and fall to the ground, the recorder breaking in the process. Everything recorded now lost forever.
"Four…five…" Twitch still continued counting as if nothing happened but he couldn't hide the grin of amusement on his face.
The young scientist took a minute to scold himself for dropping the recorder, not noticing Twitch had been the one to make him trip. He realized though that Twitch was still counting and then began running off after the older scientist, screaming all the way until his screens disappeared into the sewers.
"Eight…nine…" Twitch opened his eyes and looked around his room, it had worked. "Fools."
Twitch chuckled then closed the metal door and locked it, it was so fun to see the look of fear in anyone who dared to come down into Twitch's home. He heard that up above there were already horror stories about the fate of people that happen to be caught in Twitch's domain by the rat himself, all of them being fake of course but all still being interesting to hear.
They ranged from being eaten alive to being shot in the back with a crossbow bolt. Twitch wasn't some psychotic killer, the only time he ever actually killed someone was on the fields of justice but any other time no. The smell of a rotting corpse seemed appealing but not enough for Twitch to start killing people, there was no point since the scientists in Zaun are so busy doing deadly experiments on themselves that if Twitch really wanted to smell a rotting corpse he could go to the graveyard.
It probably doesn't help that Twitch was blamed for the murder of anyone who came down into the sewers but he had nothing to do with any of those. All the time It was simply because they were poisoned by the sludge of the sewers, burned by acid, or some other way that involved the sewer. If anything the sewer itself was more of a murder then Twitch. Twitch wasn't completely free of any blood though, there were more than a few occasions when a few hooligans would come in to cause trouble, but they deserved it and the world was probably a better place without them anyways.
Twitch could see why the humans and Yordles would be afraid of him, a oversized rat wasn't something you see every day, Twitch himself realizes just how different he was. From what he knows he's probably the only one of his kind and how he even came to existence is still a mystery to him and everyone else.
Twitch had been walking around the sewers like he usually did scavenging all sorts of things humans threw away into the place. Twitch literally believed in one man's trash being another man's treasure, he didn't judge how useful or interesting something was by appearance of its function but more on its smell. Twitch hadn't find anything interesting, he found a old boot floating in the green sewage sludge that stood out to him. It was a tasty snack.
Some days he found a lot of cool things that were just thrown away like the TV he found years ago and sometimes he would just find a snack like the boot he found today.
Scavenging for trash was the only thing Twitch could do for any kind of entertainment, only some days would his TV decide to work and he couldn't draw all the time so his only alternative was walking around the sewers and taking whatever he found interesting.
Twitch removed the old pair of goggles from his round beady eyes and yawned, he was beat but at the same time he didn't feel like going to sleep since it was still day…well at least he thinks it was day time, there was no actual way to tell from down in the dark sewers.
Once Twitch went to bed he would just wake up in the morning and if he had no league matches scheduled then he would just walk around the sewers like usual, maybe come home to draw or try watching TV, then just go back to walking through the sewers only to repeat the next day.
Twitch secretly wished that he had someone to talk to down here but since he was the only one of his kind and the other races hated his guts he didn't exactly have tons of friends. The only thing Twitch had close to a friend was Zac but he didn't see Zac that often since unlike Twitch he lived at the institute of war like a few other champions. Twitch tried to get a room there but was kicked out because people complained about the smell.
Why did people hate how he smelled? Twitch always made sure to take a bath in the sludge every day, he should smell good. This was a concept that confused Twitch but he didn't let it bother him too much since he could barely care about how people though he smelled, if they didn't like it then it was their loss.
Along with his goggles Twitch also had a green waistcoat that along with most of the clothing on him was tattered and stained. Twitch had light green fur and two pointy ears, one of them having a small horizontal cut in it. There was also a orange scarf wrapped around Twitch's neck. On his feet were two brown boots, well they were once boots but Twitch had the front ends cut off so his toes could be free. Twitch's teeth were pointy and jagged which could easily tear into anything unlike human teeth.
From Twitch's clothing, his face, and smell if you saw him the first thing on your mind would most likely not be to talk to him.
Twitch had gotten used to this fear he was given by the humans and Yordles, it was actually a funny sight to see them run away from fear of what horrible thing might happen to them. Secretly though Twitch wished that at least one of them wouldn't just run away, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud being alone down here with no one to talk to was maddening.
Even a giant mutated rat wanted company every now and then.
The only company that didn't want to kill him was Maurice.
"Maurice!" Twitch called out to a pile of smelly clothes and out popped Maurice's head from the pile.
Twitch grinned and put his finger to the ground and whistled. Maurice answered the whistle by walking over to Twitch's finger and climbing on top of it.
Maurice was a rat like Twitch, the only difference was that Maurice was a regular sewer rat and not as intelligent or large as Twitch. Even though Maurice didn't talk and probably didn't understand English the rat always seemed to listen to Twitch and was able to obey simple commands such as come here or go over there.
"Were you able to see the look on those guys' faces? Hilarious!" Twitch chuckled, Maurice simply just nibbled on a piece of old moldy cheese he found.
While Maurice was trained to understand basic commands he couldn't understand Twitch when he was talking about things like this, Twitch liked to pretend though that Maurice could understand everything he was saying. It made him feel like he wasn't completely alone down here.
Twitch sat down on his couch with Maurice still on his raised finger munching on the old cheese. Twitch then removed the crossbow from his back and threw it in a random direction onto the floor, no one else knows this but Twitch was more intelligent then what people think.
Twitch built the crossbow that he uses, the ammo he has were arrows tainted with poisonous substances from the sewer. Twitch took off the belt that wrapped over his shoulder and around his back then threw that near his mattress. Twitch stripped of anything unnecessary until he only had his waistcoat, boots, and goggles on. Twitch had placed Maurice on the arm of the couch while this was happing and Maurice watched Twitch curiously as he finished off the old piece of cheese.
"Those things sure weigh you down!" Twitch stretched out hearing his bones crack a little bit as he stretched out on the couch. "I wonder if the TV works today?"
Twitch reached down onto the ground and picked up a remote controller for the TV. Twitch pressed the on button, the TV flickered then all Twitch could see on screen was static.
"Nope, not today I guess." Twitch clicked the on and off button a few more times and was going to just give up and go to sleep when finally the static was gone and replaced by what looked like some news report. "The news? Booooring!"
Twitch moaned with displeasure as he watched the TV, he found the news a boring thing to watch but the thing with only having one channel available on the TV was that he had to deal with whatever he got. Trying to switch it would just bring back the static and that was only just slightly more annoying than the news.
On the screen was a middle-aged woman with brown hair tied into a ponytail and in a rain coat, apparently it was raining up on the surface, and had a umbrella over her head. Twitch snorted when he realized the woman had the raincoat slightly unbuttoned so that her big cleavage was visible.
The woman was talking to some random man about something Twitch wasn't really paying attention to, all Twitch was doing was mimicking the woman's voice.
"Blah, blah, I'm a big whore, blah, blah, blah!" Twitch said in a high-pitched voice that he though sounded just as annoying as the woman's real voice. "Blah, blah, I have no idea what I'm talking about I'm just a lowly milf, blah, blah."
Twitch seriously felt the more he had to hear the woman's annoying high-pitched voice the more he felt like clawing his ears off. Twitch could only lay back and hope she would stop talking one day.
"And in other news, Martha Westwood, age ten is still missing. Authorities are still on the hunt for the little girl and will report if they find something."
"In other words, that girl will never be found." Twitch laughed at his slightly dark joke. It was no secret that the police in Zaun were very underwhelming and ineffective. Take Dr. Mundo for example, psychopathic giant purple guy who butchers people. You would think that someone like that would be locked up but since he says it was all for "science" the police leave him alone, that excuse can you out of trouble with the police easily just make it slightly believable and they just let you go.
"Now here's Tom Barkley with the weather."
"Good, bye bitch!" Twitch waved at the TV when it finally changed to a man in front a map of Valoran, different symbols to mark the weather on each city.
The rest of Twitch's…day, afternoon? Night? He didn't know, was spent watching the news until finally he was sick of doing that and turned off the TV.
At least watching the news bored him so much that he was feeling sleepy, maybe now he could go to sleep.
Twitch did the usual routine of removing his waistcoat, goggles, and any other thing on his body leaving him in the nude. If someone was watching they could see every part of Twitch, every part. Twitch didn't care though, no one comes down here that much anyway and even if they did see him Twitch was never shy of his body so they could stare all they wanted to if staring at a giant naked rat was what got them off.
Twitch got down on all fours and crawled onto his mattress, moving around in a circle a few times until he found a comfortable position and laid down with his head resting on his arms.
Maurice crawled over to Twitch and laid down on the mattress next to Twitch's head.
Twitch smiled and petted Maurice with a single finger.
"Well, tomorrow is a new day Maurice. " Twitch frowned though at the thought. "That will be the only thing new about it though."
Twitch could already guess what he would do every day and it wasn't too different from the last day.
Maurice saw Twitch's distress and crawled on top of him, laying down on his back. Twitch imagined that Maurice was doing the closest thing he could do to a hug and grinned.
"You are a true friend pal, I don't need anyone else but you, you really understand me."
Maurice replied by gently nibbling a spot of Twitch's back making Twitch giggle.
"Come on Maurice, knock it off!" Twitch said while laughing through the tickling sensation.
After a few minutes Maurice calmed down and stopped, Maurice didn't do anything else and was laying perfectly still on Twitch's backs so he assumed he fell asleep. Twitch decided to follow his example, silently praying that tomorrow would bring something new. The gods must have been listening this time, little did Twitch know that tomorrow would be a life changing day for him.
Sivir twirled her boomerang blade in her hand leaning against a building. A contact was supposed to meet her here saying that he had a job for her, normally Sivir stayed away from places like Zaun but the amount of coin the man offered was too much to just refuse.
Zaun smelled of factory smoke and chemical waste, and Sivir was certain that anyone that was born here probably didn't know what fresh air tasted like. Sivir continued to twirl her blade until finally a man covered in a long coat and a fedora came up to Sivir in the alley. The only thing visible were the man's face from above his mouth.
"Battle Mistress."
"The one and only." Sivir said giving her blade a twirl proudly.
"I'm a very busy man so I will cut to the chase." The man reached into a coat pocket and pulled out a photo handing it to Sivir. "I assume you are familiar with who the plague rat is?"
"Yes, I've seen him before in summoner's rift. A large, oversized rat with a crossbow that smells like horse shit." Sivir examined the photo, it was a photo of Twitch in what looked like the Zaun sewers. "What about him though?"
"My boss has reason to believe that Twitch has abducted his daughter, Martha Westwood."
"Martha Westwood, I think I've heard that name before…"
"You probably have, she's all over the news in Zaun right now. I want you to find her and bring her back here at this exact spot." The man pulled out another photo and gave it to Sivir, this time of the little girl Martha.
Martha had brown pigtails in the photo, freckles, and was wearing a yellow dress in the photo Sivir got from the man. If her name was Martha Westwood it was a great chance that she was the daughter of Tony Westwood, A old, fat, but very important scientist in Zaun. Tony Westwood was one of Zaun's richest scientists and probably was spending millions trying to find his daughter.
Spending millions was the exact reason that Sivir was more than willing to take a job from the rich man, if she was able to find this girl she would be swimming in gold more then she already was already.
"Twitch's home is somewhere in the sewers, that would be most likely where he is keeping the girl, find her and bring her here."
"What if Twitch finds out? I can't exactly kill the rat because of stupid league rules." Sivir rolled her eyes and said league rules in a mocking tone, she usually wasn't the one to obey authority but she was smart enough to know getting on the league's bad side wasn't a smart thing to do.
"Well, from what I understand he can't kill you either. Twitch is smarter than you think and he doesn't want to be on the league's hit list."
"Even if he doesn't kill me he won't just let me just take the girl."
"Then just don't get caught, you're the most famous mercenary in Valoran I'm sure you can handle some oversized rat."
Sivir smirked at the praise and nodded.
"Okay, I'll go get your girl for you, I'll contact you when it's done."
"Good, we will be waiting patiently for you to return with the girl."
With that the man turned around and walked out of the alley leaving Sivir alone with her thoughts.
He was right, she was the best damn mercenary in Valoran, she could handle a simple job like this. The thing was that Sivir in that moment couldn't ever realize that things weren't as simple as they seemed.
Twitch's eyes slowly opened and he yawned, it was time to get up and begin the day.
"Good morning Maurice!" Twitch petted the smaller rat with a single finger. "Well, I think it's morning at least."
Twitch shrugged then removed Maurice from his back placing him on the mattress. With Maurice off of his back Twitch got onto his two feet and stretched out with a groan.
Twitch retrieved his waistcoat from the floor and put it on along with his goggles and boots. Next was his crossbow and ammo for the crossbow which were thrown on the floor near the kitchen. Once Twitch was fully dressed he made his way to the metal door, taking one last look back at Maurice who stood on top of his mattress he said,
"Okay Maurice, I'm heading out!" Twitch unlocked the door and pushed the door open. "And I better not catch you eating the last of the cheese when I get back!"
With that Twitch walked out of his room and shut the door. Maurice stared at the door for a second then made his way to the open fridge, he was hungry for cheese.
Twitch pulled out a rusty key from his waistcoat and locked the metal door.
With a great sniff of the air Twitch sighed happily, the sewer smelled extremely terrible today from the toxic sewage to the piles of trash that were on the concrete walkways. A few rodent scurried by as Twitch began to walk in a random direction, Twitch wasn't worried about getting lost at all the last time he even used his map of the sewers were years ago. It was like Twitch had the map imprinted in his brain, he could never get lost.
It was useful but it was a little depressing to think that Twitch has already seen everything down here so many times that he didn't even need a map to know where he was going. As far as he knew there was nothing else new or undiscovered in the sewers that Twitch didn't know about.
His smile lowered into a frown as he continued his meaningless walk down the sewers, the sound of his boots hitting the concrete softly echoing through the tunnels.
It was only in these moments without Maurice did Twitch remember just how alone he was down here, he would leave the sewers and live up in Zaun. It was almost as equally good smelling as the sewers and he wouldn't even need a house maybe just a cozy garbage can or a pile of trash could be good enough. The only thing that kept him from doing so was the judging looks he got from the people up above, the way they scrunched their noses whenever they got too close, the way they gagged or even threw up when he got near was annoying and lowered Twitch's spirit.
And if that wasn't enough, Twitch was probably falsely accused for so many crimes in Zaun that he would probably be shot on site by anyone with a gun and wanting the large reward over his head.
So Twitch was basically stuck down here whether he likes it or not.
The only neighbors he had down here were the sewer rats and other denizens of the sewers, they weren't as friendly as Maurice though. The only other sentient creature down here besides Twitch was a homeless man that Twitch encountered one time. Many refer to him as the "human Twitch" because of his horrible smell, the messy and smelly hair on his scalp and chin, and the dirty rags he wore. The similarities between the two even made Twitch chuckle when he thought about it, he probably would've befriended the man a long time ago if he didn't try to cook Twitch every time he saw him.
It's also something to note that the homeless man loved to eat rats.
Twitch's ears perked up when the sound of footsteps and crying filled his ears. A wicked smile spread on his lips, looks like someone is lost, he better go "help" the poor lost soul.
And when Twitch meant help he meant scare the living shit out of them.
The footsteps were getting near so he quickly turned invisible and moved toward the crying, while he was invisible his footsteps were also silenced so the person wouldn't even see or hear him coming.
Twitch turned a corner and saw a little girl with brown pigtails, freckles, and a pair of overalls that looked stained and messy from the sewer. She smelled lovely, Twitch would give the little girl that but that wouldn't save her from the scare of her life.
The girl sniffed the air and a horrible stench, worse than the sewers filled her nose. The smell was coming from close behind her so she turned around to figure out what the smell was and was horrified when she found out what smelled so bad. Her eyes widened and she let out a whimper as she took a step back.
Before her was a large rat creature with the sharpest pair of teeth she ever saw on anything before. The little girl remembered hearing something about a creature like this before from other kids at school, a large rat monster that lived in the sewers and feasted on children who entered its domain. The girl always thought it was just a story that the other children made up to scare her, but there were no more doubts in her mind as the large rat towered over here.
"Ohhhh, looks like another young one has come into my lair!" Twitch had heard the story children often told each other of him and used this to his advantage. "I was just getting hungry too!"
"N-Nooo!" The girl cried out as she took more steps back, not taking her eyes off of the rat.
"Ohh, but I'm so hungry I can't just let you go!" Twitch laughed as the girl accidently tripped over a crack on the concrete walkway and fell onto her bottom, making Twitch seem even larger and menacing then before.
"Please, don't eat me! Daddy!" The girl cried out and she started to sob into her hands. This rat was going to eat her, she finally escaped from those horrible men just to be eaten by a mutant rat.
Twitch laughed as the girl continued to cry and beg for mercy, something though made him stop laughing. As the girl continued to cry the funniness of the whole situation seemed to disappear and he stopped laughing. No one ever reacted to him like this before. Usually it was simply running away and Twitch pretending to chase them, or them begging and bargaining for their life. This was different though.
She was begging for her life sure, but the way she did it while crying made Twitch feel…weird in a way he hadn't experienced before. Also the girl wasn't even trying to run away, the poor thing was literally paralyzed with fear and the only movement she did was the shaking of her body as she continued to cry.
Twitch continued to watch the girl as she continued to cry and tremble with fear, he didn't feel any enjoyment and wasn't laughing anymore. The only thing on his mind was getting the girl to stop crying, he identified the weird feeling he hasn't felt in a long time as pity. The girl had obviously been traumatized by Twitch, he had to do something.
"Uh…little girl?" Twitch got onto a knee to the girl's level and tried to touch her when she moved her shoulder out of the way.
"No, don't touch me monster!" The girl suddenly put her hands over her mouth when she said monster. "No…wait, sorry, please just don't eat me!"
"No you're right, I went too far."
Maybe I'm really a monster… Twitch thought sadly.
The little girl noticed the sad look on his face and let out a "huh" of confusion by the rat's sudden expression of sadness. The little girl didn't know monsters got sad.
"Look kid, are you lost or something?"
The little girl nodded, still terrified but not as much, she also stopped crying and was only sniffling a little. Twitch smiled a little at this.
"Well I can help you get out of here." Twitch offered his hand to the girl who was still on the ground looking up at him.
The girl looked at his hand then back up at his face a few times, she considered the possibility that this was some sort of trick and that she would be lead to his lair to be made into soup or something. Twitch saw that she was skeptical and chuckled, at least she was smart enough to know not to trust a stranger but he had to convince the girl he wasn't going to actually hurt her.
"Look kid, I understand what you're thinking." Twitch smiled, a more friendly smile then a wicked one. "Why trust a giant rat who you've heard stories about eating and killing people."
The girl watched Twitch intently as he spoke.
"I wouldn't trust myself in your position, but I hope you know that all those stories are lies. I would prefer some good moldy cheese or a cookie." Twitch gently touched the girl's cheek which made her shiver slightly at the smelly appendage touching her. "Human flesh? Personally it's too bloody and soft for my taste, also I get no benefit from killing people for now reason. All I want to do is just help you get out of here and then you don't ever have to see me again. You just have to trust me, that's all I ask, just trust me for now."
Twitch removed his hand from her cheek and once again offered to help the girl up. The girl looked silently at it and Twitch was concerned that she still didn't trust him but let out a sigh of relief when she grabbed onto his hand. It felt much more soft and fragile in his larger hand as he helped the girl onto her legs.
"Okay, lucky for you the nearest exit isn't far from here so you won't have to be bothered by me for too long." Twitch pointed to the girl who was holding her nose.
"Sorry…" The girl muttered as she removed her hand from her nose.
"No it's fine, really, humans don't have a good taste in smell sadly." Twitch smiled again, not sure why he was smiling so much but realized why he was smiling so much when the girl returned a small smile back up at the rat.
"Thank you Mister…"
"Twitch, that's my name, no need for the Mister stuff though." Twitch patted the girl on the head.
"Okay, thank you Mr. Twitch!"
Twitch rolled his eyes but smiled even though the girl apparently wasn't paying attention to the part about not having to call him Mister.
"Alright, now just stay close and I'll-" Twitch was interrupted when a arrow hit the wall next to him, just barely missing his head.
The girl let out a yelp and hid behind Twitch, grabbing onto his waistcoat. Twitch looked unfazed by this and just looked annoyingly over to where the arrow was fired from.
Four men stood across from them on another concrete walkway. One of them holding the bow that fired the arrow.
"Oi, rat!" One of them called out.
"The name is Twitch!" Twitch called back to them.
"Whatever, listen rat, that girl you have right there is ours and if you know what's good for ya you will hand her over to us."
"My arm can't stretch that far though!"
The man gritted his teeth.
"Ya know what I meant! Give her to us now!"
"Or what?"
Twitch was answered by another arrow being fired, this one being even more closer to his head but not exactly.
"We'll kill ya, that's what!"
Twitch watched as the other three took out bows of their own and aimed at Twitch.
"Now just be a good…rat, and give us the girl, ya?"
Twitch lowered his head slightly and whispered,
"Don't let go."
The girl nodded as she gripped harder onto his waistcoat.
Good girl. Twitch smiled as he looked back at the four men who still had their bows ready to fire.
"You really want this girl back?"
"Ya."
"Why?"
"That's none of yer business alright? Just hand her back, that girl is very important to us."
"None of my business? This is my sewers pal and you were not invited!"
"Then just give us the girl and we'll be on our way."
"Hmmmm…na, I'm good!"
Twitch and the girl suddenly vanished right before the men were able to fire anymore arrows at them.
"Shit! That rat is getting away with the girl, after him!"
"Which way do we go though?" One of the men asked pointing in the six other directions the two could have gone to.
"…Damn it…"
Twitch and the girl laughed as they left the men far behind them and were finally in the clear. The girl had been holding onto Twitch's coat as she rode on his back, Twitch was a fast creature but was even faster when he went invisible. Once Twitch was certain that there was no one they could catch up to them he returned to being visible and stopped running, allowing the girl to get off of his back.
"What do we do now Mr. Twitch?"
"I don't know, that was the closest exit back up to the surface."
"There are others though right?"
"Yeah, but it would take awhile to get to them."
"How long?"
"Not too long, the closest one maybe about twenty minutes, but I think we should got back to my place and wait for those men to leave and then go to the original exit."
"Can't we just sneak past them though?"
"I would little girl, but there's only a certain amount of times I can go invisible before I have to rest. Once I'm rested we can try."
"Okay." The girl said in understanding. "What do we do until then?"
"Those men won't stop trying to look for us, there is only one place I know that they won't find."
"What is that?"
"My home, it's not too far from here just a short walk." Twitch offered his hand to the little girl and she took it with less hesitation then before.
"Thank you so much for helping me Mr. Twitch, you're not a big of a monster as I heard you were."
"Oh…thank you, heh, I don't think I'm a good person though either."
"Well…you're helping me, that's something good people usually do, right?"
"…Yeah, I guess so."
Twitch still wasn't convinced about being a good person, but felt happy inside that this little girl unlike everyone else in Valoran thought he was a good person. Twitch smiled feeling more happy then he ever felt in a long time.
Twitch was so happy that he didn't realize the whole time as him and the girl walked to his home that he was being watched.
And followed.
A/N: So…how did you enjoy the story? I'm a little on the fence about this one because a serious fanfiction about Twitch isn't something you see very much, Then again a serious Fizz fanfiction isn't something you see much of either. What I mean by serious is that the fanfiction isn't only 100 words long or is only a one-shot. Those of you who read The Outcasts can probably guess that this will last longer than just a few chapters ha.
Also I hope you enjoyed my OCs Maurice and Martha (aka the little girl). I'm sure one of you has a question on where I got the idea for Maurice from and my answer for that is…uh…I don't know XD imaaaginaaation I guess.
My idea for Twitch's character is that while Twitch is seen as evil or heartless and sometimes reflects those characteristics in some of the things he does (scaring people almost to death and stuff) inside though Twitch doesn't want to be like that and you will also see the more sensitive and caring side of him (regretting scaring Martha and then offering to help her).
Friendship is obviously also going to have a big part in the story along with Romance and adventure, if I could put it as a third genre I would!
Finally I hope you all enjoyed this story even though it's a little more different then most lol fanfics you probably read before. What I basically mean by different is that this isn't VixCaitlyn, or Ezrealx(insert a champion here, I mean like seriously who hasn't Ezreal been paired with yet XD), I have nothing against stories like this by the way a few of my favorite fanfictions are like these. What I mean is that this story is basically different then the other fanfictions on here and not everyone will enjoy it, I'm perfectly okay with this though as long as I'm able to entertain a few of you guys I'm contempt :) Please leave a review and tell me how I'm doing, praise and criticism is welcomed! It will help me become a better writer and make even more enjoyable stories for you guys, that is my main goal is to become a better writer so I can entertain my readers.
Also be sure to have a great day/night!
In the next chapter:
Twitch has promised to get the girl out of the sewers safely. It won't be as easy as planned though when they realize the four men aren't alone.
Twitch will also realize that also along with the people after the girl, one other person is also looking to take the girl from Twitch for a different reason. With Twitch being surrounded, will he be able to fulfill his promise or will things go horrible wrong?