Murder! at the Institute of War

by Tactikalm

It's no fun hunting for champions on the Fields of Justice, so Shaco and five accomplices decide to have a little fun outside of the summoners' jurisdiction. With champions being murdered left and right, it's up to Caitlyn and her team to save the Institute before it's too late. Rated M for violence.

1. Prologue

Murder! at the Institute of War: Prologue

Institute of War: Unmarked Chamber: 17:40 VST (Valoran Standard Time)

Shaco cackled darkly as he sharpened his coveted knives to a razor sheen, their wicked blades gleaming with a sinister shine in the low torchlight. His demonic clown mask was shadowed, but the sanguine smile that was carved into the visage was still clearly visible, the yellowed teeth curved upwards in a twisted grin. The other five occupants of the chamber sat still, some more patiently than others.

The hulking purple man stood suddenly, slamming his cleaver down into the stone table in front of him. His pupil-less eyes blazed with impatience and fury.

"Mundo tired of waiting!" the Madman of Zaun roared, stamping a gargantuan foot down, his long blue tongue flopping around at the action. If the giant wasn't so grotesquely intimidating, the action might have brought on some mirth from an onlooker. "Mundo demand to know why Mundo here!" Shaco tut-tutted at the purple-skinned behemoth, waggling one of his daggers casually.

"Why so serious, doc?" the Demon Jester chuckled, flicking a freshly-sharpened knife at Mundo. The target in question merely held a hand up, the knife embedding itself in his palm. Without flinching, he crushed the weapon in his hand, the blade no larger than a toy in comparison to his own cleaver, and stuck it into his mouth. Two chews later, the potent tool of assassination had disappeared entirely down the giant's gullet. This only seemed to amuse Shaco, and he erupted into deranged giggling at the action. "Oh, what a riot!" he cackled, clutching at his sides as he pulled another dagger from nowhere.

The glowing green spectre cleared his throat as he stood from his position at the table, the ghostly sound echoing a bit.

"If it's all the same to you, clown," Thresh said politely, his chains rattling as he moved. "I would also like to know why you have called us to this room. I was not even aware that such a chamber existed, and I have a feeling that the summoners do not know of its whereabouts either."

The four champions that had not spoken yet clamored about in that instant, speaking their minds about the subject all at once, filling the medium-sized room with noise. Shaco grunted, and pulled a new weapon from behind his back, stabbing it with great force into the table. The Statikk Shiv discharged its magical energy into the surface, blue lightning bolts lancing across the table. The chorus of voices fell silent in a flash, the champions' eyes widening at the weapon's appearance. It was forbidden for champions to access the mystical weapons of the Summoner's Rift, with no exceptions.

"Now," the jester said, his sing-song tone of voice conflicting with his image. "Do I have your attention? I have a little game that I invite you all to play with me… I've broken the security measures that the summoners created, and I've bypassed the safety functions of the Institute. Here's the fun part; we're going to kill all the champions of the Institute of War, and we will end the League of Legends."