An Assassins Cleansing
Chapter 1: Never Ending Road
"Authors Note
Perhaps the start of a wonderfully dark, melodramatic story? I intend to dwell quite heavily on the dark side of characters lore, maybe even write a few very, very dark lemons that'll have you crying "WITCH HUNT". Definitely rated M for extreme violence and the "killing" off of characters, reviews are most welcome; character suggestions will be considered but don't cry if they are killed off. (Rather savagely!) Since I'm on holiday I can update quite frequently, possibly once per day if people are keen to the story (Y) "
The street of Noxus wasn't a particularly pleasant place, beggars rot into the untreated sewage, children blend into the dense grey fog and the citizens walk with certain urgencies in their stride. But this does not mean it wasn't an interesting place, in fact it was far from it. And for a particular individual it was about to get a whole….lot….more….interesting.
The blades shadow roughly shoves a child beggar aside as he walks towards the market. Ignorant weaklings can't even fend for themselves. Weakness disgusted him; it was a plague surrounding the slums of Noxus. Only through rightful purge or ten rounds in an arena with a particular Noxus high command can their weakness be succumbed. Talon grinned at this new found revelation, the idea of ten rounds with Darius excited him, not many lived to tell that tale, or want to. As the fog grew denser, Talon sunk deeper into his scarf; it was getting eerily cold in Noxus, more than usual.
A familiar scarlet figure marks his arrival to the market; Talon grinned and instantly withdrew into the shadows. Walking with his sole, he silently crept towards his victim to be. As the distance closed, Talon smelled the all familiar waft of High Grade Zaun perfume, he let his muscle loosen, a wolf ready to pounce. The scarlet figure shook for a second, and two daggers found their way onto the wall behind him; Pinning talon to the wall via his cloak. "Always so serious eh". It was a new cloak.
Katarina's expression was grim and dark:" There's a time and place for everything". With a hand gesture, Talon fell into steps behind the female assassin.
"You know it wouldn't hurt to loosen up a little, I hear the Du Couteau's are known for their friendly demeanour". Talon pulls at his cloak, as if attempting to will his cloak back to life.
Katarina sighed; Talon might be a murderous, loyal henchman. But his continuous flirting was irritating to no end. :" Shut up, I'll chit chat after we deal with this mess."
Talon put his hands in the air, a sign of defeat. :" Okay boss you win, what's wrong? You seem pretty rushed today."
"You think Talon, You think? Remember that Piltoverian we captured a few days ago to find information on the new reticulating cannon?"
"Sure, sure" Of course Talon remembers, the story was all over the underworld. A mere 19 year old Piltover boy who withstood 18 days of torture without as much as a whimper, legends was born in Noxus's dungeon daily.
"Well, there were….. Problems regarding his… ability to talk." Katarina grimaced, remembering the details of last night's torture session.
"What? Did you slice his tongue out? Isn't it common knowledge to allow the prisoner to talk before physically cutting out his mouth?" Talon chuckled at his own joke.
"You think I'm fucking stupid Talon? Of course I know what to do; it's just that he refused to talk, except for one word." Katarina reached her destination, a small wooden door amidst a surprisingly empty market place. She looked up at Talon, hardening her gaze to look him in the eye. :" All he said was, Talon."
"Huh?" Talon stared back at Katarina, her emerald green eyes dulled by the dense grey fog blanketing the cold evening air. "My name? what? Huh?"
"Urgh, I thought as much. Anyways, I want you to talk to him. Maybe he'll see something in you that make him talk. God knows we need that cannon before Demacia lays their hand on it." Katarina opened the small wooden door, revealing a straw matted room no bigger than a common hut. There in the middle, dangled by steel chains and surrounded by Noxian soldiers was the boy they captured.
Talon squeezed past Katarina into the small room, taking note of the sharp smell of dried blood and the scent of dulled blades. Talon shuddered; some of the Noxian torture devices scared even him. The boy, however, looks surprising clean. Only one nasty gash near his solar plexus was evident but otherwise fine, Talon smirked, the famous leave no scars to tell no tale approach, Noxians and their traditions. The blades shadow looked up at the boy, rugged short black hair, pale white skin with hints of muscle, this was a citizen of Piltover alright, one can tell by the piercing blue eyes and sculpted facial features.
Talon coughed, drawing attention from the boy. The boy looked up, slowly; Talon was instantly taken aback by his stare. The way the boy looked at him was uncanny, a look of fearsome determination and total recklessness. "So I heard you said my name, stranger. I must say, it's strange hearing a boy call my name during that amount of pain." Talon chuckled again and mentally kicked himself; you don't want to seem soft in front of an unknown enemy. "What do you want boy?" The last sentence was said with malice and spite, causing a nearby soldier to jump a little. The desired effect, in the corner Katarina rolled her eyes, men and their dominative nature.
The boy however, seemed composed. :"Are you Talon? The blades shadow?" His voice soft yet rings with power; no one noticed it of course. No one ever notices it. Talon nodded, holding his head high to stamp his authority. :"Perfect" The boy cooed: "I'm sorry for your cloak, it looks so new".
"Huh?" was the only word Talon got out of his throat before he felt a stabbing pain in his neck, surprised he looked down to see a river of blood pouring down his cloak onto the straws. He held a hand against the wound and felt his jugular severed, blood freely pumping out on the floor. With his fading vision Talon looked up, only to see the bodies of the soldiers lying motionless on the floor, the steel chains hangs uselessly not even broken or split into two,: "How" Talon gurgled through his now quickly fading voice, The boy came into view throwing the limp body of Katarina down to the floor, blood evident on her face.
"I must say Noxians have a most curious way of forcing information out, I don't think I can talk with hot coal stuffed down my mouth." The boy's voice remains cool and composed, "As I said, I'm sorry about your cloak. At least it looks worn in now." The boy chuckled at his own joke, scarily mirroring Talon. Using his last ounce of strength, Talon whispered through his now extremely coarse voice:" Who….*cough**cough* are you?"
"Well…" The boy ran a hand through his black hair, a devilish grin evident on his pale face "Right now I'll be Talon, a proud champion of the league".