Chapter 1:
Authors Notes: Hello there I hope you enjoy this story, not usually great at writing but I love League of Legends and I have a lot of great ideas of where this could go. I will probably do quite a few champions so if you don't see them don't worry they probably will be in the story at some point. You can ask for whatever you want but it may not happen. Anyway without further interruptions the story awaits.
'Humph, failure again.' He though. "Typical of the people I get help from."
The voice came from a man in his 40's sitting in an old fashioned leather chair. He was wearing all black with a brown hat covering his face. His chair was facing a large window with the blinds drawn letting as little light as possible into the room.
'Knock, knock'.
"Yes get in here already." said the man clearly frustrated.
Three girls walked in the room who each looked very different. One had blonde hair, one had brown, and the last had black hair. The blonde haired woman was wearing blue leggings with silver armour covering her more vulnerable body parts. The brunette was wearing a purple corset, with a matching skirt that came just above the knees. The black haired woman was wearing a red and white tight fitting dress that ended well above the knee. She also had detached sleeves of the same colour that went all the way to her wrists.
The older man spun his chair around, he was sitting at a desk that took up one third of the rest of room. Portraits and paintings filled the walls of the damp lit room. However, due to the poor lighting it was impossible to tell what they were paintings of.
The burette went to speak but was instantly silenced by the man.
"Save it, I've got enough to deal with." He snapped. "The operation is canceled, we have been compromised."
"What do you want us to do?" Said the blonde with the quietest voice that you could feel the fear and quivering in her voice.
"Get out!" Barked the man. "I've heard enough of your squabble."
The three girls bowed their heads and turned to leave the room. As they closed the door the man looked down at some papers on his desk. They read, 'Classified' with big red ink. He grabbed the first one in his hands, to which he ripped in half.
"This isn't over," He yelled, "I never lose."
"RUPERT!" came a loud voice. "WHERE IS ORDER NUMBER 38!"
"Coming right up." replied a very flustered boy.
He was wearing a white apron that went all the way down to his feet, and a white baking hat on his head. His face and apron were covered in flour and also had a red stain on his chest. He looked just older than 20, and had brown hair dusted with white from the flour.
He was scurrying around the black and white marble floors, grabbing pots and pans and spatulas. Finally he grabbed one with hot water still in it. He drained the water into a colander to reveal spaghetti in the bottom of the pot. He took the spaghetti and put it on a plate and grabbed a bowl of red tomato sauce. He evenly poured it over the spaghetti and also topped it off with parmesan cheese. Lastly he garnished it with mint on the top before placing it on the counter and dinging the bell.
"phew." He said wiping off sweat from his brow.
However, as he turned he was staring into blue eyes that were in turn looking at his brown ones.
The man he was looking at looked as if he was 80 years old. He wore glasses and had wrinkles all over his face. He was of Asian descent and was wearing the same things as Rupert.
"Rupert!" He said rather loudly. "Do you want to work here?"
"Yes, very much so."
"Then you have to stay focused!" He replied emphasising the word focus. "NOW GET BACK TO WORK!"
The rest of the day followed suit, and by 9:00 closing time Rupert looked like a mess. He was sweaty and covered in a multitude of spices and ingredients. All he wanted to do was get home and take a nap after this.
"Rupert!" yelled his boss.
"Yes." He replied running to the voice.
"I expect you to be focused tomorrow alright"
"Of course sir."
"Good I hope to see you nice and early." He said "Now go!"
Rupert ran out of the building taking off his hat and apron before he left.
'I'm so tired.' He thought 'I don't wanna move my legs.' As he rubbed the soreness out of his legs.
Rupert started to walk down the street to catch his bus as he got a buzz in his pocket. He reached down to grab his phone to check what it was.
"Oh shit, the new league patch just came out, maybe I should try it before I go to bed."
However, what startled Rupert were the 21 missed calls on his phone from an unknown number.
"What the fuck, who called me and why so many times."
He brushed it off, thinking it was a wrong number, but still didn't realize why they would phone that many times. But before he could think anymore his bus pulled up.
He got on the bus handed the driver his money and went to sit in the back.
'At least it's not busy.' He thought sitting by himself three rows from the back.
He stared out the window looking at the streets of Seattle where he lived. It was cold and rainy today but other than that it was just an average day.
Rupert didn't hate his job, nor did he dislike his plain normal life. He had thought of getting an exciting job, or to move to a remote island, or do anything to spice up his life. But he didn't. All his friends had done the same as him, so he didn't think to do anything different. However, there was a part of him that wished he had done something else to give his life more excitement. However, unbeknown to Rupert, his life was about to get spiced up for the better or the worse. He just had to decide what he was going to do about it.
Just as Rupert turn away from the window, a strange bluish figure appeared on the street. He looked translucent but was wearing a full piece suit. He looked at Rupert through the bus window, grinning. He pulled out a phone and dialled a number. Holding up the phone to his ear he said two words.
"That's him."
Authors Notes: Hello again, it was short but it was just an intro. Please review if you like it and if I should continue as I don't feel like I'm a good writer and don't want to continue if you all hate it. Until next time bye.