A/N: Simple AN here- DL, DR~

Without further ado...

Teaser- the Prologue:

Annie Hastur skipped down the hallways of the unaffiliated champion's wing of the dorms that champions without home countries stayed, Tibbers swinging lazily while being held by the hand. The girl had grown a bit since entering the League; four years had set her into the beginning of her teenage years, giving her a decent height boost and beginning her development in other areas, noticeable to some of the League's teenage (and older) males who simply sat in wait until she reached the age of 16; the proper age for such advances to be acceptable. The Institute certainly had some strange ways of doing things, and its inhabitants followed suit; one particular male didn't particularly care for the age discrepancies. Or the age at all, really. Or even the fact that she was a girl.

All Kha'zix cared about was that, in addition to Annie's physical growth, her magical powers had immensely increased as well. Kha'zix had always wanted to be able to shoot fire-spikes. Lighting his claws on fire before slicing enemies in half and subsequently cauterizing their burns? Awesome. Flying through the air while leaving a trail of blazing glory behind? Spectacular. Conflagrating people while walking by them unseen? Sweeeeeet.

Kha'zix's mind was divided into multiple sections; being from the Void, natural laws didn't apply to him at all. Or it. Kha'zix went by many names in the League; Kha, Khazzy, Kha'bitch, The Bug, Bug-Man, Man-Eater Bug, or, his own personal favorite, Bugrelia 2.0. All of which referred to the void creature that had four portions to a brain that worked independently and yet together at the same time.

One portion wasn't much different from a human brain; being a humanoid Void creature, he required control of his body and that particular portion allowed for precise control of it; something important in his assassin lifestyle. This portion constantly performed its duties and ran off of void energy to make up for the altered body and lifestyle changes compared to a human. The second portion was the portion that he allowed most to see; the cold, angry, calculating bug that dominated the battlefield and had a particular penchant for strategy. The same portion that yelled 'Adapt or die!' as it flew into suicidal charges at the request of summoners.

The third portion was the portion he exercised while alone, roaming the grounds while the other champions slept or ate; creatures of the Void required neither sleep nor food although Kha found it fun to allow himself to evolve by feasting upon other's life essences. This third portion, however, was a rather childish edition of Kha'zix; permanently concerned with fun and excitement. Dangerous when paired with a set of three-foot long retractable claws and rows of projectile spikes, however. It was this third portion that currently possessed primary control and it was this third portion, affectionately dubbed Fun'zix, that currently stalked its prey down the unaffiliated dorm's hallway, using various insets of doors and active stealth to avoid the cursed apparition locked within the stuffed animal at Annie's side. Sadly, it was this third portion's carelessness that led a claw to slightly extend before being retracted again; it sounded like a sword being pulled from a sheath, abruptly bringing Annie's skipping to a stop.

"Yasuo? S'that you?" Annie turned around and stood with her weight leaned on the left side, a hand held on her right hip.

"You know I'm not quite sixteen, but... you're kinda cute. Maybe I'll make an exception just for you..." Her voice came out as sensously as a 14 year old tease could manage; however, no amount of sultry talk could've persuaded her pursuer to give up his prey. Seeing the air ripple infront of her, Annie began to chuckle.

"Is this one of your little wind things, Yasuo? I bet it's gonna be pretty- aaah!" Annie fell backwards, screaming, losing her grasp on Tibbers, scrambling, shuffling, wimpering, pleading no, no, no pleas-

A slitting noise was heard, followed by a slight bit of scraping, more shuffling, a slurp or two, then sickening crunches for a few minutes before the sound of silence echoed off of the marble floors.

Kha'zix smushed the lifeless girl's hand into the biometric scanner before throwing it up into the air and catching it in his mouth as if it were a piece of popcorn. The door slid open and the bug rapidly closed it behind him, flicking on the light switch and checking out the view before him. Annie's parents had been rich; an enormous fortune had been entrusted to her and it seemed it was spent in the place where the girl had spent most of her time.

There was a large king-size bed laden with silk sheets and covers, soft pillowcases... but Kha'zix cared about none of these things as he shuddered, his body morphing to take on the appearance of his most recent kill. Glancing in the mirror next to the bed, he grinned, the smile looking out of place on Annie's face.

"This is gonna be fun!"

A/N: I'm aware the fourth portion hasn't been addressed. Review, follow, fav! "omg dude you're sick" reviews will not be tolerated.

-Skij