I'm just going to warn you right now...this one's kinda dark and sensitive. I did enjoy writing this one...but I still feel bad for some of the stuff I put poor David through.
Chapter 1
"David? David Allen where on earth are you?!" Elizabeth Allen huffed, tapping her foot on the dining room floor as a wooden spoon dripped soup onto the floor, "I swear that boy…"
"BOO!" a little boy's voice squealed, making Elizabeth jump.
"David!" she growled playfully, sweeping the boy into her arms and gently tapping him on the nose, "Little Time-bug, you're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days,"
"No I won't Mommy!" he giggled, "You're always gonna be here!"
Elizabeth laughed, her dark, coffee colored skin gently glowing in the warm kitchen light.
"At least for a long, long time yet if I can help it, Time-Bug," she smiled, kissing his forehead, "Now, let's get working on dinner. Your daddy will be home soon,"
"OKAY!" David chirped, squirming out of his mother's grasp and toddling off somewhere into the house.
"I sometimes wonder about you, child," she sighed, walking back into the kitchen, stepping over the myriad pieces of legos, tinker toys and other building materials.
David was a tinkerer with a big imagination. He loved messing around with the building toys…but even more so with actual appliances. Elizabeth had found her toaster in shreds with David around the carnage, trying to put it back together so it would 'toast faster'.
Yeah, they started getting him building and tinkering toys as fast as they could lest he take apart the smoke detector or refrigerator next…
Elizabeth had no doubt in her mind that her son was a genius when it came to building things…even his school grades showed he was extremely smart. Something he'd inherited from his father, no doubt about it. Jay Allen was an extremely smart man…he was partially an inventor, which is probably where David got his love for making things from, but until he could catch a break, he worked at the steel-mill down the road, making railway ties and the like. It was enough to help them get by, Elizabeth working as a secretary for a large business. Both parents were tired at the end of the day…but they still had the energy to spare for the energetic little boy waiting for them when they got home.
Jay normally came home later, normally around seven. Elizabeth looked up, frowning.
"Seven thirty…probably got stuck in traffic or is wanting to surprise me, silly old man…" she chuckled as David pattered back into the room, holding up a new creation, "Oh my! What's that, David?"
"Time machine!" he chirped, dark eyes bright, "So that we can go visit the dinosaurs or see great-great grandma!"
Elizabeth smiled and hugged her child close.
"That's amazing, David!" she told him, "Now you'll really be a little Time-bug!"
She started tickling him, making him giggle insanely…
Right as the doorbell rang.
Elizabeth frowned, standing up and David fed off her confusion.
"Mommy? Why would Daddy ring the doorbell?" he asked.
"I don't know, Time-bug," she said slowly, going towards the door and opening it…
Just to see two police officers standing on the porch.
"Mrs. Allen?" one asked.
"Yes?" she replied, fear rising in her chest.
He took off his hat and bit his lip.
"May we come inside? It's about your husband,"
Elizabeth blinked, shaking as she silently stepped aside and let them in. The two officers came in right as David came into the room, his bare feet pattering on the wood floor.
"Mommy? What happened?" he asked, "Where's Daddy?"
The first officer knelt down in front of David.
"My name is Detective Conall Korrigan," he said gently, "I'm a police officer. What's your name?"
"David," he said softly.
"David, that's a good name. How old are you?"
"Six,"
"You're not much younger than my little boy, Shane. David…there was an accident on the road tonight," Detective Korrigan said, "A truck driver ran a red light, trying to beat it…and he ran into another driver. A steel worker on his way home for the night,"
Elizabeth gave a cry and fell to her knees. Detective Korrigan's eyes never left David's as he continued.
"David, I'm sorry, but your daddy was killed tonight. He's not coming home,"
David's face went pale and he started shaking.
"D-Daddy's gone?" he stammered, "N-No! He can't…he promised he wouldn't leave…"
The six year old started sobbing hysterically and Elizabeth hugged him, her own shoulders heaving with sobs.
The night…seemed just a little darker. And David wished more than ever that his 'time machine' actually worked.
Thirteen Years Later
David grabbed his coat and started out the door.
"David Allen are you leaving without telling your mother goodbye?" Elizabeth scolded.
"No, Ma," he chuckled, turning around and facing her with a smile, "I thought you were asleep,"
"I'll sleep when I'm dead," she told him, smiling faintly as he came and hugged her, "Good Lord, child, when did you get so tall?"
He gave a laugh.
"'bout two months ago," he shrugged, "Still growin' Ma,"
Elizabeth gave a smile, ruffling his wild, dark hair.
"I thought I told you to cut that hair," she teased, "It'll make you stand out in college. How're your applications coming?"
David wanted to tell her. He didn't exactly want to go…mainly so he could stay near her. The nearest college was four hours away…he couldn't afford to leave her on her own. But the hope in her eyes…he couldn't shatter it. Not yet.
"They're coming," he said.
It was a white lie. He did have some of them partially filled out…just so that if his mother asked to see them, they wouldn't be blank and she wouldn't know he was stalling.
"Good," she smiled, putting her hands on his cheeks, "My beautiful baby boy, my little Time-bug,"
"Ma…" David sighed, shaking his head as she laughed and kissed his forehead.
"Go on to work…I'll see you tonight. I have a surprise for you after all," she told him.
"You never stop surprising me," he chuckled, hugging her one last time before leaving.
Later that night, David finally made his way home, walking past the steel mill and shuddering. Even though he didn't want to leave…he didn't want to work there of all places. Not to dishonor his father's memory, no. He heard stories of how people lost limbs, even their lives and he knew his mother wouldn't want him working there. But, without a college education, it was one of the only places he could go.
No matter where he chose to go…there was always a dark side to the coin. Leave and get a better life, but leave his mother to fend for herself. Stay and take care of his mother…but be stuck in a place where he'd be risking his life.
Neither option was good.
He gave a sigh and kept going, finally catching sight of the house…only to stop as he saw someone dressed in black sneak out of his house's window.
"HEY!" David yelled, running towards the figure.
The figure froze, only to bolt down the street too fast for David to catch up. David gave a huff of annoyance only for his blood to freeze.
"Ma…" he whispered, turning around and bolting towards the house.
He barged into the dark house his eyes adjusting to see balloons and banner stretched out over the kitchen reading 'Happy Birthday!' A cake lay on the counter, candles lit and casting shadows on the walls.
"Ma?" he asked, walking slowly through the house…only for his foot to step into some liquid.
Heart heavy, he slowly looked down to see a dark, sticky liquid pooling from behind the counter. He dashed towards the source just to see his mother lying on the ground, the dark, sticky liquid pooling around her too still figure.
"MA!" he cried, kneeling down and holding her off the ground, "Ma…Ma please…talk to me…"
Elizabeth's eyes flickered weakly open and a shaky smile graced her worn face.
"Jay…" she whispered, reaching a trembling hand towards him.
"No, Ma, it's me…David…your son…" he replied, throat closing.
"David?" she breathed, her smile trembling even more, "Oh…happy birthday…Time-bug…you…you forgot…I wanted to…wanted to surprise you…"
"Ma, what happened…"
"A man…came in…tried to rob us…he thought the house…was empty…" she murmured, eyes starting to close, I fought…he…he had a knife…"
"Ma, stay with me…please…you're all I have left," David begged.
Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open again as she gave a weak smile.
"How could I ever…leave you…" she rasped, a gurgling noise starting to fill her throat as she coughed, "You haven't…opened your present…"
"Ma…" David whispered, fumbling with getting his phone and dialing 911, "Don't worry…I'm gonna get help…you're gonna be ok…"
"David…"
"911, What's your emergency?"
"My ma's been stabbed," David choked, "Some guy tried to rob her…I just walked in…please, send help as fast as you can…"
"Where are you?"
"552 W Tempora Way," David rattled off, "Please…"
"We'll be there in a few minutes,"
"See Ma? They're coming…they…"
"David…" Elizabeth started again, "It's…ok…everything's gonna be alright…You…"
She gave a smile as sirens filled the air.
"You look so much like your daddy…I love you, Time-bug…"
Her eyes fluttered shut.
"Ma?" he started, giving her a light shake.
No response.
"MA!" he yelled, shaking her again, "MA NO! DON'T LEAVE ME! MA!"
But Elizabeth Allen was gone.
6 months later
They said it would be better. They said he would recover. They'd given him condolences, things to get him through until he could get back on his feet.
They were all wrong.
David worked tirelessly in the steel mill, his hands were burned by the flying sparks through his work gloves, his eyes hurt, he was scarred…
But he didn't care.
He didn't care anymore.
Day in and day out it was the same. Get up, go to work, work twelve hours, go home, go to sleep, repeat. The monotony was killing him and saving him at the same time. But, today…today it was enough. He was tired. He hated this. He didn't want to do this anymore.
He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at the bottle of pills on the counter and the still unopened present beside it. Surely it wouldn't be too bad? Just…like falling asleep right? He'd wake up and he'd be with his parents again…
His hand closed around the bottle.
67 year old Hope Grace knocked on David's door. She didn't want to bother him…not today of all days. But, she had a feeling that something was wrong. She'd been David's baby sitter and his mother's friend since the boy was still in diapers and she was proud to say that he was one of the few people that knew him well.
"David?" she called, knocking on the door, "it's Ms. Grace…"
No answer.
"David Allen, please open the door,"
Still nothing.
Hope gave a grumble, bending down painfully and unearthing the spare key from beneath the flowerpot. She unlocked the door and went inside…just to see a quiet house.
"I know you're in here, Davey, where are you?" she called, walking through the house.
She walked towards the bathroom…only to freeze as she saw a tanned hand poking out from it.
"DAVID!" she yelled, running as fast as her old legs could take her.
She picked up the boy, holding him up as she took in the sights around her while she dialed for help. Her heart plummeted as she saw the empty bottle of pills and the brightly wrapped present on the floor next to him.
"Hang on, Davey, help's coming," she whispered.
David woke up to bright white lights. He groggily looked around to find his parents…only to see Ms. Grace sitting in a chair beside him.
"Ms. Grace?" he mumbled, "What are you doing in heaven?"
Ms. Grace closed an eye and crossed her arms.
"Are you implying I should be in the other place?" she growled playfully.
"No…but I don't know why…did you kick the bucket too?"
"Lands sake, child," Ms. Grace groaned, "You're not dead. At least…not yet. I found you not long after you took those pills so you're in the hospital. Davey, why'd you do it?"
"I wanted to sleep," David muttered, "I wanted to be with Ma and Dad,"
He lay his head down on the pillow.
"Just let me die," he sighed.
"And let you miss out on that opportunity this nice young man has for you?" Ms. Grace snorted.
David opened his eyes again, confused.
"What?"
"Mister Summers here has something he wants to ask you…says it might give you a reason to live again,"
David sat up slowly, painfully, just to see a dark shape standing in the door frame.
"Hello, David Allen," Andrew Summers said, "Hope here has told me quite the story. That is to say…I still know quite a lot about you. I do have something to offer…something that'll give you a better life,"
"And if I don't want it?" David growled.
"Then I'll leave,"
"You might as well go then," David huffed.
"Davey!" Ms. Grace scolded, "Hear him out. I'll go so you two can talk,"
"Much appreciated, ma'am," Andrew said, tipping his fedora as Ms. Grace hobbled out.
"What do you want," David growled, "can't you see I want to go? I have no one here,"
"As I said, my name is Andrew Summers, I work for Riot Games…you know them, yes?" Andrew asked, ignoring the barb.
"League," David shrugged, "Used to play when Ma was still alive,"
"What would you say if I told you the League, Runeterra, the Champions…they were all real?"
"I'd say you're nuts and for you to get the he-,"
He stopped as Andrew lay an intricate, hour-glass shaped device that glowed with a soft blue-green light on David's lap.
"Years ago, there was a girl, she was badly injured in a car accident and was given mere hours to live," Andrew said, "She caught the eye of a Champion who agreed to merge herself with the girl. Becoming the first of what we call Chosens. Basically avatars of the Champions here on Earth. These Chosens become the Champion and the Champion the Chosen, they fight on the Fields of Justice as parts of the League. One of these Champions wants you to become his Chosen. I believe, judging by the look on your face, you know who he is,"
"Ekko…" David blinked.
Andrew pointed at the present on the bedside table.
"I believe you might want to open that…" he said, "As an honor to your mother in case you decide to say no,"
David shot him a glare and took the present, opening it and freezing as a watch tumbled out His father's watch. David turned it over in his hands and froze. Engraved on the back was a message.
"Time is precious, and so are you. We love you, Time-bug. Happy Birthday. From Mommy and Daddy,"
David's hands shook and Andrew gently put a hand on David's shoulder.
"Ekko knows what it's like to lose someone. Someone you could have saved and no matter how many times you rewind, it comes out the same. He wants to help you heal, David. Give him a chance to do so,"
David looked up at him…and nodded.
"I'll do it," he nodded, "I'll become the Boy Who Shattered Time,"
There are some references to different movies, shows, even little short stories here. Let's see how many you can spot! Anyway...next up Ekko and David get to have some bonding time, fight on the Rift etc.
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 already taken:
Ahri
Akali
Ashe
Aurelion Sol
Azir
Bard
Brand
Braum
Caitlyn
Camille
Cassiopea
Darius
Diana
Draven
Ekko
Elise
Evelynn
Ezreal
Fiddlesticks
Fiora
Galio
Gangplank
Garen
Gnar
Gragas
Hecarim
Illaoi
Ivern
Jarvan IV
Jhin
Jinx
Kalista
Katarina
Kayle
Kha'zix
Kindred
Kog'Maw
Lee Sin
Leona
Lissandra
Lucian
Lulu
Malphite
Malzahar
Miss Fortune
Mordekaiser
Nasus
Nautilus
Nidalee
Nocturne
Pantheon
Quinn
Rakan
Rek'Sai
Renekton
Ryze
Shaco
Shen
Sion
Sona
Soraka
Syndra
Tahm Kench
Taliyah
Talon
Taric
Thresh
Twisted Fate
Twitch
Udyr
Urgot
Veigar
Varus
Vel'Koz
Vi
Viktor
Vladimir
Volibear
Warwick
Wukong
Xayah
Xerath
Yasuo
Zac
Zed
Zyra
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.