I wrote this as a sort of character study way, way back when I first started playing League, but I never finished it. It kind of just... died out in my mind. Then, suddenly, after months of not playing and finally finding time to play a few games again, my muse suddenly comes along and says, "Hey, you should finish that League piece you were writing." So I was all, "Okay, why not?" and I just now finished writing it. I may add more later, perhaps from Rengar's side of things, but most likely this will remain a one shot. Anyway, without further aside, I give you...

The Hunt is On

Chapter 1: Kha'Zix

Runeterra. How I despise the place. It's bright and loud, so unlike the World Between. And so full of weak prey. Weak, meaningless, worthless prey. None save one ever managed to challenge me in this pitiful realm, to sate my thirst for the thrill of the hunt and hunted. Not like the beautiful creatures from the World Between.

The World Between. How I miss it. They call it the Void here in this Runeterra place, but that is not its true name. No, the closest possible translation into the tongue of this world is 'The World that Hangs in the Void Between the Planes,' but many of us that are here simply call it the World Between to save time. The beings of this world only believe that a world is real if they can see it, so since they only see a void when they gaze out of this plane, they believe we are from the Void itself. Fools, all of them. As if anything could come from the swirling mess of Chaos that exists between the Planes. If only they could see the wonders that exist just beyond their vision…

And of course, if one must talk about the world they cannot see, then they must also talk about the Voidlings. Yes, the horrendous term they use for all who come from the Void. They think that only the five of us have ever made it to their world, but there are truly countless others who remain unseen by the pitiful mortals of this world. The only reason they can see the five of us—Cho'Gath, Kha'Zix, Kog'Maw, Rek'Sai, and Vel'Koz—is because we possess enough energy to physically assert ourselves on this plane. The other, less powerful beings can only affect the mind, influencing emotion and dreams.

And the term! Voidlings! It's so… demeaning. We each have our own Xer—I suppose the closest thing to a Xer in this world is a clan, but a Xer is so much more! It is also a species, a way of life, a point of pride—But I digress. Even though we each have our own Xer they are almost never recognised by the all-powerful "Summoners" of the Higher Planes. The only one to even have her Xer recognised formally was Rek'Sai, and even then only after nearly a thousand years of her existence in this world.

Ah, and surely, one cannot talk about the Summoners without also talking about their precious little League of Legends. Pah! Some "legends" they have here... More like warriors a mere step up from a foot soldier, puppets to the Summoners. I have been summoned to twenty separate battles in their league, and fought either against or alongside nearly all of the other "champions." There are but five that I have not yet been in combat with in this… 'league'.

Although I have not fought with or against him, Malzahar I of course know from him opening a Rift with enough energy to allow me into this world—the higher energy that allows the five of us to physically manifest correlating to the need for a higher-energy Rift to transport us between worlds than the naturally-occurring ones that the lesser Xer use frequently. I have also heard hushed tales of a "Tiny Master of Evil" and a "Swift Scout," both spoken of with much hatred throughout Runeterra, though I have never met them myself. The fourth of the ones I have not battled with is another one of the Five, called "Cho'Gath, the Terror of the Void." Fools! If they truly believe that Xer'Gath are the true terrors, they should see some of the High Xer. Not even the entire Xer'Koz can hold them off for long, despite their endless knowledge.

Of course, I'm sure you are wondering who the fifth is, are you not?

Now, I say I have not fought any of the five on the battlefield of the Summoners, but I have fought the fifth one before. It was long ago, when I first manifested in this world and was new to its sensations. He is the only one on the Plane that has ever challenged me, that has made my blood sing. His name fits him, as well, for he would fit in perfectly with the honour-warriors of Xer'Gar. We met in glorious combat, and I took his eye for myself. I've been told that he has vowed vengeance on me for it, but I care not. I want to fight him again, to feel alive again.

They call him Rengar.

I gave a hiss of annoyance as I found myself torn from my hunt once again to fight for the amusement of the Summoners. It quickly morphed to a series of excited clicks as I felt the pull in the air signaling the proximity of my prey. This was much better than any hunt I could have had, and I found myself thankful to the Summoners for once.

"Kha'Zix? What ails you?"

I found Malzahar standing next to me this time, and I gave him a feral grin. "He is here, and the hunt is afoot."

"Who?" Malzahar asked, but I had dashed off towards the jungle before he could say anything.

I could faintly hear Vel'Koz reply to him: "Rengar."

I crept along through the brush, silent as a ghost. My antennae twitched slightly as I heard a soft tinkling noise behind me. I slowly turned, and saw him moving stealthily along the opposite river bank to my right, on a course to pass directly in front of my hiding place. My eyes zeroed in on the necklace he wore, and I recognised teeth from some of the most fearsome creatures on the Plane.

A grin slowly crept across my features as I crouched down and prepared to pounce on top of him. The spines on my back flexed, ready to fly into action and dig into his flesh. My wings fluttered in anticipation. Suddenly he stopped, and turned right towards my hiding spot. I found myself cursing my wings for giving away my location. He lowered himself to all fours, preparing to leap towards my hiding spot.

At some unseen signal, we both leapt towards each other. He let out a feral roar, his blade ready to whip around and skewer me mid-flight. I laughed in my high-pitched clicking fashion, relishing in the feeling of my blood pumping through my veins, the thrill of the fight. We rose to each other's challenge, and met mid-air above the stream.

The hunt was on.