I apologize for how long this took. I got stuck...and then I started writing other things. Including a collab with two other authors lol. Anyways...you all came to read, not listen to my rant lol. Here's Urgot.

Chapter 1

Anthony jolted awake as he heard the front door slam. He blearily looked towards the front door just to see his older brother, Nick, storm into the house.

"God, man, what's got you so mad?" Anthony blinked.

"None of your business," Nick grumbled, reaching to take off his jacket…only to realize he didn't have it.

He cursed bitterly and Anthony got off the couch, walking up to his brother.

"What's wrong?" he repeated.

"Girl has my jacket…" Nick sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I picked her up when I was visiting Angel…dropped her off at the general store after giving her my jacket to ward off the rain,"

Anthony's heart sank and his blood turned cold. Angel was their little sister who had died years ago. Neither Nick nor Anthony liked to talk about what happened…it was just too horrific.

"Did you get a name?" Anthony finally asked, "I could see if I can track her down…"

"Dianne," Nick told his brother, "Dianne Faye. Tiny, black hair with a white streak, dark eyes…God she was like a little china doll…"

Anthony raised an eyebrow and smirked at the description.

"What are you smiling at?" Nick growled irritably.

"Oh nothing," Anthony chuckled, "Lemme guess…you want me to track her down to get your jacket back?"

"No duh, Sherlock," Nick sighed, giving his brother a light shove.

"Honestly, Nick, I haven't seen you this obsessed with a girl since…well…ever," Anthony pointed out.

"Just use your network to find her…I want my jacket back…"

"Suuuure," Anthony teased, "And to see her again,"

He barely dodged the pillow his older brother threw at him.

"Just gimme a little bit but I'll get it, don't worry!" he smiled.

"Thanks, Anthony, I appreciate it,"

"If it means I get to see that smile again and you not to do something drastic, I'm happy," Anthony thought as Nick walked further into the house and started on dinner, "I don't want to lose the only family I have left,"

It had taken a while, months and months of prepping and following trails, but Anthony finally had a lead on who this Faye girl was. Turned out she was one of the Miracle Kids, one of a group that had somehow defied death even when they were given up on. There were no other leads as to where she came from or where she lived…but he figured her could start with one of the other Miracle Kids. While not exactly a kid…Zayne Umbero was one of them, shot in the heart but managed to survive and still ruled the streets with an iron, shadowy fist. He'd been the first Anthony had visited.

Zayne had been very, very wary at first, but eventually he did say he knew Dianne. However, that was all he was willing to give and all Anthony was willing to stay for…there was something borderline uncanny valley about Zayne. He couldn't read the gang leader like he could other people and it bothered him. It was like he was a blank slate, a sheet of metal under his skin or something…

Anthony shuddered again just thinking about it. The only ones he had talked to after Zayne that gave that semblance of unease was Jonathan Cross Jr., Dylan Cross (not related), Victoria Meraux, Amelia Whitworth, David Allen and Tracy Armstrong. Dylan's was slightly better for some reason…but their expressions, paired with the strange feeling that he was being watched by two people as he talked to them didn't make him feel any more comfortable.

He looked up at the large Victorian-era house before him. It was strange…he had a feeling of safety here…yet his unease grew with every step. He finally made it to the door and knocked. He could hear voices within and finally he was rewarded with a young woman opening the door.

Anthony noticed that she looked wary upon seeing him…but if there was one person who could help him find Dianne…it was her.

The door was open barely enough for half of her body to be shown, it looked like she had something in her hidden hand…maybe a knife or something sharp. She had good reason to, that was for sure…just a random guy shows up on her porch. She didn't seem too worried, so she probably had someone with her. Boyfriend, husband, fiancé or just a friend, Anthony didn't know. Just that she was not alone and whoever it was probably was waiting just in the shadows behind her.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Hi, you Cira Noble?" he questioned.

"Maybe…" the woman started warily, "Why…?"

"My name's Anthony Diamond…I'm not really here to meet you, but I'm looking into something for my brother," Anthony admitted, "Do you know a Dianne Faye?"

Her blue grey eyes narrowed slightly, but that was all Anthony could pick up on her…God it was like talking to Zayne, Jonathan, Victoria, Tracy, David, Amelia and Dylan again. The only thing he could get for micro-expressions was in her eyes…and even then he didn't like looking directly in them because of that stupid, annoying feeling like he was being watched by two people rather than one.

"Why do you want to know about a Dianne Faye,"

"She has my brother's jacket and he wants it back," Anthony sighed, "I also want to make sure she's not like a serial killer or something,"

He figured that being honest would get him farther with her…he wasn't wrong, she seemed to ease up slightly. He caught her lips moving somewhat, but all he could catch was a soft rumbling sound in a language he couldn't entirely make out.

She finally took a step back, opening the door fully and stepping aside.

"Might as well come in, it's cold, wet and rainy for a fall night," she told him.

He gave an appreciative nod and followed her, watching her gait. It seemed…oddly fluid but with a mechanical aspect…almost like she were prowling. He'd seen nothing like it. It still bothered him. Because the ones he couldn't cold read had that same gait.

Maybe it was something with their accidents…pretty much all of those ones had been put in comas and brought back out from their accident. He shuddered to think of what this one had gone through. He knew that Victoria had nearly drowned, Jonathan and Zayne had been shot, David had overdosed in a failed suicide attempt and Dylan had been beaten. He had no knowledge on Cira other than the fact that all of the Miracle Kids knew her and that she was a teacher.

"Earth to Mr. Diamond," came the call from Cira.

Anthony snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her.

"I asked if you were hungry, but you were too entranced by your shoes to answer me," she deadpanned.

"Sorry," he told her, "No, I'm not hungry. I was wondering about you, actually. You kinda move a bit off. Like you're stiff in some places,"

"It's just cold," Cira shrugged, "I'm not a big fan of it, I've got a lot of metal plates from my accident where they've had to repair joints and stuff and it freezes,"

"Accident?"

Cira raised an eyebrow.

"You know my name but not about that?" she asked, "I was struck by a car a while ago and sent into a pile of broken concrete and rebar. Broke every bone in my body effectively…So I had to do a lot of physical therapy to get back on my feet. Still locks up during the cold though,"

She motioned for him to sit and he did so.

"So why are you looking for Dianne. Don't lie," she told him, "I hate liars…"

Ah…so it was a good call to be honest.

"She met my brother and he gave her a ride to the supermarket…but she accidently took his jacket with her. I just want to help him get it back," he told her, "I'm serious. I just want to make sure she's not like a murderer or anything…"

A faint smile tugged at her lips, almost as if he'd referenced an inside joke that only she knew.

"I'm afraid she's not here," she told him, "But I can get your brother's jacket back next time I see her. And don't worry, she's as gentle as a Lamb. Though tick her off enough and that Lamb becomes a Wolf,"

"I know that lambs can be dangerous too," Anthony chuckled, "Then again, guess you don't really know League…"

"Kindred huh?" Cira smiled, "Part-time beta-tester for Riot…I know League…probably better than anyone,"

That was surprising.

"But like I said," she continued, "Don't worry about Dianne, she's a good girl. Just…don't get her riled and you'll be fine,"

"So…do you know where she is?"

"I do,"

"…You're not going to tell me are you,"

"You honestly thought I would,"

"I can be persuasive,"

"And I can be stubborn," Cira chuckled, "I'm just looking out for one of my own. You understand loyalty, don't you?"

"…Yeah…I do…"

"Then you'll understand why I can't tell you where she is. I know nothing of you. I don't know if you'll hurt Dianne. I don't even know if you won't hurt me. But what I do know?" her face darkened and a thrill of fear ran through Anthony's heart at the expression, "If you hurt her, or any of my family, I will come after you,"

"The same goes for me," Anthony replied, "Guess we're alike on that,"

She gave a nod, the dark expression going away as if the sun peeked out from behind a bunch of storm clouds.

"I'll let you know when I see Dianne again," she told him, "Having a phone number would be nice to have, however, so I don't have to hunt you down,"

He gave a nod and took out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling the number and handing it to her.

"Thanks," he told her, "It was nice meeting you,"

"Nice to meet you too," she told him as he walked out the door.

"I can't believe that gave me nothing!" he fumed, "She knew everything I was wanting but she wouldn't give me at least where I could find her…"

Something was going on with that group of people and it was eating him not knowing what. He was so absorbed in his mental ranting that he almost didn't notice the person he ran into.

"Sorry!" a female voice apologized as Anthony looked down at the young woman with black hair marked by a white streak, "I should have paid more attention. That's my fault!"

"Its ok…I wasn't paying attention either," he shrugged, "Have a nice day,"

Her dark eyes lightened a bit as she nodded.

"You too," she said as she went on her way.

Anthony had taken two steps when he froze, shock flaring through him. He whirled around to see the woman darting through the crowd, away from him.

"Hey! Wait!" he yelled, running after her, "Dianne! STOP!"

She turned around at the sound of her name, but her eyes seemed a bit unfocused as they looked above and beyond him. Her face paled and she immediately bolted, seemingly flying through the crowd.

Anthony cursed bitterly as he ran after her. He was not letting her get away!

A few minutes later, he managed to catch up, cornering her in an alleyway.

"You…" he panted, "You're fast,"

"How'd you follo-" she shook her head, "You need to get out of here!"

"Not until I get my brother's jacket back," Anthony huffed.

"Your br…you're Nick's brother?" she asked, "Anthony?"

Anthony nodded.

"All I want to do…is get that jacket…and make sure you're not a serial killer or anything,"

She gave an incredulous laugh, followed by a barely audible 'if you only knew…'

"What's that supposed to me-"

CRACK!

Pain exploded in Anthony's back and chest as Dianne gave a gasp and scarlet started pooling through his shirt.

"No! They found me!" she whispered, eyes wild.

Anthony fell to his knees, a faint glow shone above him and he looked up to see a white and violet mark blazing above his head.

"No way…" he thought as he looked back at Dianne, who held an intricate blue and silver bow in her hands, pointing the ivory arrow above him, where the shot had come from.

He could hear sirens…and a faint silver glow radiated around him as a soft voice whispered.

"Not here…not yet,"

And it all went dark.

Anthony woke up to a dingy, darkened room. Metal pipes ran through the ceiling and steam hissed sporadically from their joints.

"Anthony Diamond,"

He looked around to see a man in a fedora and black suit standing nearby.

"Who are you?" Anthony asked.

"My name is Andrew Summers, I work for Riot Games," he explained, tipping his fedora, "You're familiar with League, aren't you?"

"Yeah, used to play Urgot before his rework…still do, but I guess I'm just an old-timer," Anthony shrugged, "Now where am I…"

"Your own mind, to be honest," Andrew told him, "You've been in a coma since you were shot. Dianne brought you here, saving you, but she will have to take your Mark should you refuse the offer I'm going to give you. She doesn't want to…despite being Kindred,"

"Wait…what offer and what do you mean by Kindred?"

"The League and her Champions are real," Andrew replied, "You've been meeting with what are called 'Chosens'. Basically think of them as the avatar of a Champion here on Earth while actually being the Champion upon setting foot on Runeterra. Here, they are known as 'Miracle Kids',"

"So everyone I've met…"

"All are Chosen. Even Cira, who you gave quite the scare to. She's been on edge as of late and you showing up and wanting to know where Dianne was stressed her out even more," Andrew frowned, "But that is beside the point. Anthony, I am extending the same offer I am extended to all of them. A Champion has Chosen you…will you accept being them?"

"Who?" he asked.

"The very Champion you so loved to play," Andrew smiled, "Urgot Chose you, said he liked your spirit. However, there is one thing you should know about him. You're familiar with the Mechanical skin lines, aren't you? Program, PROJECT, Battlecast and Mecha?"

"Urgot's a Battlecast," Anthony stated.

"He is. Unfortunately, because of that…you will be more than human, stronger skeletal system, computerized mind…you won't have need of a projector as a Project does…but I wouldn't suggest going into any airports any time soon,"

Anthony gave a chuckle.

"So…let me get this straight. I say yes to this and I live, but I'm Urgot for the rest of my life,"

"Correct.

"And if I don't…I'm dead,"

"Very,"

"I mean, not much of a choice," Anthony shrugged, "I'm in,"

And that's the first one for the first Battlecast Chosen. Next up is Anthony (and Nick!) getting acquainted with their Champions (Yes, Nick is a chosen too, he gets Chosen right after Anthony...You'll see who he is.)

For those of you that don't know...I'm going to go ahead and say this. I am NOT doing a third Project story...at least like the others. These three are different than their predecessors (though those splashes are freaking gorgeous). And also...the story is getting moved up. Sion, Rakan and Xayah and Zoe are the next ones in line...then I will be writing the story.

For you people wanting Chosens, here are my requirements:

What Champion

Character's name ( 1st and last)

Age

Family?

Physical Description

Personality

Why were they picked by the Champion?

How did they become the Champion(why did the Champion choose them and what were the circumstances that made the Champion choose to bond with the character? *doesn't have to be tragic accident, but I still want to know why they're the new Champion*)

They CANNOT be Valorian (from Valoran or have family from Valoran. Kayle is the only exception and that will be IT. No more of that). Dynasty Chosens (such as how Shen ended up) will not be taken as they are quite difficult to explain. AND NO MAGIC! (Street magician is fine...but no mystical powers. This is a world without magic save for the magic that comes with Chosens). Also, if you make a Mary Sue/Gary Stu character...I will make you change things about it. I don't want to write those...they're unfair to everyone else...

You will have one month to get me a description of your Chosen before the Champion goes back into the pool. You can have multiple Chosens (my requirement is that they are related/know each other) Limit is 3. I CAN decide whether or not I will use your Chosen, I'm pulling the 'My story, my rules' card. If I see that someone has a very good reason for that Champion, then I will show preference for them mainly because it's easier for me to write.

Champions WITHOUT (meaning NOT TAKEN) a Chosen:

Aatrox

Alistar

Corki

Fizz

Irelia

Kennen

Nunu

Rammus

Rumble

Skarner

Ziggs

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.