3 WEEKS LATER, JARVAN'S ROOM
VAYNE POV
"Yes my King, you have requested my presence?" I said.
"Yes, dear. I am sending you on a mission," he said in his old, raspy voice. My expression, not that there was any smile before, became darker. This fucking old man sent me on an impossible mission, and got my best friend killed. Instead of honoring her for dying for her country, no, fuck us, I got my ass handed to me.
I want to kill this man. If this is what my state is like, where a fallen soldier (who was forcefully drafted) gets absolutely no respect, then I don't want to represent it.
"When do I leave?" I responded. He grabbed me by my shirt. "That's Sir to you, peasant. And you shall leave tomorrow for Noxus. The Du Couteaus are expected back home. Apparently they have a spy in here." "I-" I started, but he interrupted me rudely with a loud and obnoxious cough. "Lighten up. You'll get those bastards who murdered your imbecile friend." My eyes started to water.
This man sends us on a mission, two against five, against the deadliest and most skilled assassins in the entirety of Runeterra, then blames Quinn for dying? What kind of sick fuck is this guy? My contempt for this man increases every day.
"But, Sir, Quinn was m-my best friend..." I started to tear up, but I needed to be strong. "You sent us two against five against the Du Couteaus.. I'm lucky I didn't die myself!
"Shut it," he interrupted rudely. "A girl named Aella will assist you. The Du Couteaus will be completely unaware of your presence until it's too late. And failing me is not an option; I will have you executed." I gulped. "Now go!" he commanded.
"Sir, please, I cannot go, I will get killed!" I pleaded.
"On second thought, stay here for a few minutes." "GAREN!" he shouted.
My eyes widened.
This man is merciless.
"Okay my King, please do not be harsh, I will go now."
"Good."
Upon trying to leave the room, I was "greeted" by the same brute who had beaten me up. I looked up at him with pathetic, weak eyes. He raised his fist and clenched it, causing me to close my eyes to brace myself for the coming blow. But it never came.
"You are weak, Shauna. I don't even understand why you're in the army," he said.
"Because it's mandato-", I tried to say, but I was interrupted. "I know. The army shouldn't accept weaklings. Very well Shauna, you are dismissed. Go to your room and rest for one day. You must not fail, for you know the consequences.
One day later, Katarina's POV, Du Couteau Mansion
I was in my room, absent-mindedly carving something into my table with one of my many knives, when someone knocked on the door.
"What do you want?", I rudely said. My grip on the knife I didn't even know I was holding tightened. The door was still opened to reveal my sister, Cassiopeia, clad in her usual attire with the green tail and the half-nakedness. What a fucking slut.
"Sssssister, my ssspy told me that.. Ssshawnie or whatever-the-hell-sssshe-is bitch is coming here today," Cassie stated. "They are apparently plotting another attack. This time, the sssspy will be accompanying her. This should be easy, six on one."
"I hate to admit, but it's not that easy. She did manage to dodge some of my knives," I responded.
"So? Six on one, plus our spy who would be next to her will also help," she said back.
"Very well, now fuck off. Oh, and sssspeak normally," I angrily said.
"You're no fun, sister." With that, she left my room. Finally. She's interrupting my.., uh.. thinking. And my torture practice, who knows, maybe someday it will come in handy.. maybe today when that demacian whore comes over here. Yeah, that's right, Fuck demacia. I'm not even going to capitalize it. This will get me in trouble with The Writer but fuck it. I just hate demacia too much. Anyway, I was thinking about knives and bloodshed when a man materialized right to to my left and hit me on the head with a thick book
"That's what you get for not capitalizing words in MY work. Do you think I'm some kind of idiot? Next time it'll be a lot worse, trust me," the man said. And then he dematerialized, leaving me completely confused.
What the fuck?!
Fuck Demacia and fuck their goddamn.. high mages? I wouldn't know because I don't use mana. Anyway, I was thinking about slightly sharper knives and bloodier bloodshed when I felt the wind go "whoosh" right behind me. I quickly ducked and looked to the right, where a bolt had planted itself into my wall.
These assholes again.
I saw the blur of a certain crossbow-wearing Demacian bitch right outside the window. I jumped out of the window and.. where the fuck is she?!
A/N: Had to end the chapter here. Also, if you're offended by my (or rather, the Champions') choice of language, you were warned in the summary.
See you next chapter.
Shaduvs out.
