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Vayne POV
I quickly marched with Quinn through the dark alleyways. To my right there was white grafitti of a knife with some letters under it saying "You're next" in capital letters. Upon closer inspection, there was an apparent blood stain.

Hmph.

I was constantly looking around, looking for some dangers should there be any present. This is after all Noxus, a city-state known for its lowlife thugs everywhere. On the street, in the woods, heck, even in the city, but it seems they are endless in the alleyways.

I need to get to the Du Couteau mansion fast, and by fast I mean I should have been there a few minutes ago. Apparently those clowns are travelling to Demacia to do Kayle knows what. Prince Lightshield has sent us to stop, and by stop I mean kill, those filthy Noxians. He decided we would be perfect for the job. Even if we don't get to attack them, we can still get valuable information, like what they are planning. Noxians are dumb, but they aren't that dumb to go in unprepared. Even that redheaded bitch had planned something when she went back to Demacia to kill all these soldiers by herself. At least, that's what I hope.

"We're there," Quinn said. The walk to the Du Couteau mansion had been so long, it was almost night by now.

"Alright, I'll impale whoever I first see, then you do that thing of yours where a bunch of arrows come out of the sky, got it?" Quinn nodded.

I walked around the house, shooting at any guards unlucky enough to be in my way. Quinn did the same, and we stuck together.

I smirked.

That's an unopened window.

I looked at Quinn, then nodded.

I went in first. I walked in very, very, very silently.

The same could not be said about Quinn - she nearly tripped over.

I snuck to the living room. Good, all of them were just as late as us. But somebody was missing..

I heard the garling sound of somebody near me. I rolled over and looked towards the source.

No.

I was shocked. Tears started to run.

Quinn was lying down, right there, with her throat slit.

I felt a sharp jolt of pain through my right arm, I heard the familiar laughter of a certain redhead.

I grabbed onto my arm and then started running. I broke through the window, then I heard the "whoosh" of the wind behind me. I rolled over and saw a dagger stuck in the grass right in front of me.

I kept running, and didn't look back for my life.

I finally fled to the Ironspike Mountains, and my stomach was punching me from the inside. Luckily, being a scout in Demacia meant you were always prepared, always. I caught some bugs. I nearly threw up over the fact that I had to eat them to survive, but I held them in my hand. I made a small fire, held them tightly in my hand and roasted them. It looked so damn disgusting... I took a bite and forced myself to swallow.

I started to cough, but I couldn't let myself vomit. That would be the end of me. I took more bites until I had finished, and by the gods was it disgusting. I coughed up some bug wings, but luckily I had regained my strength. I started to march west, right back to Demacia.

4 DAYS LATER, DEMACIA

I walked to the Royal Palace with my head down. I knocked on the door to the King's room.

The King looked at me with his trademark unmovable frown.

"So, Shauna, did you interrupt their plans? Maybe even kill a few?" the King asked.

I gulped.

"No, Y-Your Highness, Q-Qu-Quinn got her th-throat slit before w-we c-could g-ge-get any in-info-infor-information," I stuttered.

The King sighed. Then his brows furrowed. He picked me up and pinned me against the wall with one arm. He opened the door and yelled "Garen, you know what to do!"

The brute of a man named Garen came in. Jarvan dropped me and I fell on the ground. But Garen quickly picked me up and gave me a brute punch to the stomach, then he struck my back with his elbow.

Jarvan spat on my face. "You filthy fucking dog," he insulted me. "You are dismissed. You and Quinn have dishonored Demacia." I didn't talk back, afraid of any more punishment I might get. Then I walked out of the king's room, my head lower than when I walked in.

A/N: So, my first story! A little request by someone called Drugs (you know who you are) inspired me to make this. So, what should I improve? Review please! :D