"The Fallout" is going to be a collection of stories associated with League of Legends Champions after the disbanding of the League. I do not own League of Legends or any of the characters, places, things, other things, stupid things, and redundant things in it. Riot and other people who have more money than me do. Enjoy and please read and review.
Only Noobs Gank Middle
"This is so stupid," the young girl thought as she waded into the towering hedge of wispy grass, obscuring her from all. The stench of mold, rot, and blood were thick in the air, but the young champion Annie had gotten use. Adjusting her shoulders slightly, the potion bottles in her backpack jabbing her uncomfortably, she peered out into the lower lane of the Twisted Treeline. Standing directly in the middle of the road was a short yordle dressed in a matching robe and hat, the same color as Annie's dress, and wielding a vicious looking staff. "This is so stupid," she thought again, praying that whatever moron was her Summoner would hear.
"Just to recap: as soon as they jump Veigar, I flash in. Primary target is Tryndamere. Questions?" a voice echoed through Annie's mind, the mental communications of Warwick's Summoner to the rest of his team. Two other voices answered affirmative, and Annie couldn't help but grimace as two enemy champion's made their way to the center: the spike armored armadillo Rammus and the enormous Barbarian King Tryndamere. Watching the death squad approach, Annie could feel her Summoner mentally question where the third enemy Champion was. The young Champion could fathom a guess.
Seeing the defenseless yordle standing in the middle of the path, Rammus tucked himself into a tight spinning ball, rapidly accelerating at the self-proclaimed 'master of evil'. Annie felt the pull of her Summoner's will, her lips forced to utter a fast incantation, and the warm flames of a molten barrier enshrouded her.
"Alright, here we go. Three, two,-" the last words of Warwick's Summoner were cut off. Positioned on the opposite side of the lane, Warwick teleported out from his position in the tall grass, several bullet holes covering his body. Black ichor and blood leaked from the wounds as he attempted to return to the safety of his team's defensive tower. His botched teleportation spell, or Flash, may have helped him escape the third enemy champion but put him directly in the path of the spinning Rammus.
Deadly spikes met with warm fur as the pair landed in a crumbled heap, Warwick appearing more worse for wear then his armored adversary. Uncurling himself, Rammus proceeded to pound into the battered werewolf.
"Hang on, I'm coming to help," a shrill voice cried as Veigar waddled forward, a burst of pure white primordial energy blasting from his staff into Rammus, knocking the armadillo backwards. As the purple clothed yordle arrived at Warwick's side, the blinding light of defeat encircled the unmoving werewolf and his body vanished, leaving only blood and gore stains on the hard ground.
"Back to the tower. Back to the Tower," Annie pleaded with the unseen force that controlled her and Veigar's bodies. Either the voices couldn't hear her, or simply didn't care. The familiar tug of the Summoner's will, and Annie found herself running out from the safety of the grass, her small teddy bear Tibbers clutched in her hand. Already the magic was building up within, no matter how she fought against it. As the recovering Rammus came within range, she felt her muscles contract against her will, and she lobbed her doll, shouting the trigger word. An enormous burst of fire accompanied the sound blast, heat washed over her face as the now immobilized Rammus was beaten by an eight foot tall burning replica of her doll.
Shouting something in a language she didn't understand, Annie watched Veigar summon a force cage of dark energy around the armadillo and ensorcelled bear and proceeded to bombard the occupants with conjured meteors. As the feeling of elation intermingled with Annie, her Summoner was pleased, it was quickly replaced by dread as an almost inhuman roar crashed into her ears.
Sword in hand, glowing an unholy red, the towering barbarian king hurled his body into a break-neck spin as the force cage dissipated. Slashing into and through the life-size doll, his momentum carried him directly into Veigar, the small yordle completely helpless before the monster before him. Bringing his sword down viciously the yordle mage did his best to dodge, but the Fields of Justice are a merciless place. Crying out in agony, his leg completely severed, Veigar raised his staff to deliver another blast of magic, but the spell died on his lips.
"Out of mana," shouted Veigar's frustrated Summoner. His anger boiled over, "Look at Rammus! He's almost done, do something you idiot!" the last words directed at Annie's Summoner. Sharing with her Summoner's annoyance, the invisible strings pulled her arms back and a blue mana infused fireball leapt from her hand, slamming into Tryndamere and diverting his attention from Veigar. Approaching the weakened and badly beaten armadillo, she launched a small bolt of energy and was pleased to see the white light of defeat engulf her vanquished foe.
Turning back to her only remaining visible foe, Annie felt her Summoner's will, and another fireball pelted into the giant swordsman. Leveling his blade, and seeming unphased by both attacks, the giant let loose another warcry as he dove into another spin at the young mage.
"Well done," Annie found herself mentally congratulating her Summoner, though it was half-hearted. Just as Tryndamere had been upon her, his spinning blade an inch from her face, she had teleported to where he had been standing. It was a decent maneuver, but that didn't excuse the earlier failures. "Now just get back to our tower."
As she turned her around, her Summoner's attention on his injured comrade, she was greeted by a blinding white light. The voice inside her head pounded against her skull, its owner's rage evident.
"How did you die you idiot? Why were you still even here?" it screamed over the telepathic channel. Annie knew what had happened, even though she didn't see it. She felt her body turn rapidly, watching as the enraged barbarian, realizing the trick, rushed back towards her.
"Run you idiot. Let me run!" she mentally cried out, though she knew it was futile. Her Summoner was conflicted, and didn't know what was going on.
Tryndamere was five feet away when her Summoner finally snapped out of it. Feeling the spell channel through her, a line of silver energy shot out of her left hand and into her foe. The barbarian's blood chilling death cry died on his lips. The tremendous momentum he had garnered on his charge didn't falter, it was completely disintegrated as overwhelming exhaustion gripped his body. Annie felt her legs begin to back pedal, another fireball bashed into the gasping giant. Finally she felt her body turn around, her legs breaking out into a full sprint as she left the wounded warrior far behind.
"I'm going to make it," she heard her Summoner shout joyfully, as though he had just single handedly destroyed the enemy Nexus. Just as Annie was on the home stretch, her own defensive tower in sight, the over powering stench of sewage and rotten garbage hit her.
"Damn it," Annie sighed in her mind just before the barrage of bullets pierced her skin. Collapsing into the dirt, the plague rat Twitch loomed over her, letting loose an insidious laugh that sent shivers down her spine. Leveling the gun at her face, Annie felt a small tear roll down her cheek. The sound of the gun going off was deafening, and she was falling towards the dark ocean of death. "Maybe I'll plunge in this time." she hoped. Then, as so many times before, just as her body was about to breach the black fathomless waters, the white hot light encircled her.