I DO NOT OWN LEAGUE OF LEGENDS ©

WARNING MAY BE SHITTY

The rain slow pattered on his hood. The man cursed, that was going to make everything more complicated. He was just walking on the outside of the Institute's border. He smirked to himself. He had dreamt of coming here for ages, and it was looking good. He started checking his belongings and checked if everything was calibrated. He felt excited, after all it wasn't everyday he got to kill the High Summoner.

Vayne was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt something brush past her thigh. The wolf was suddenly upright, his eyes were fully alert. The dogs suddenly arched his back, bared his teeth and started growling down the corridor. Then it took of to god know where. Lux suddenly started following it, looking apprehensive. Vayne asked "Lux, where are you going?!" Lux turned around and said "It looks like it's on somethings trail!" then she took off behind the wolf. Vayne sighed and started jogging after her.

The man in the hood looked at the window. The balcony was perfectly placed for him to grapple up. He reached into his cloak and withdrew what looked like a trident that had its tip hooked inwardly on one side. As he started to swing it he heard a sound behind him. "Hello?" the hooded man started and turned around. In the midst of the rain there was a sopping guard with a spear and a lantern. "St-state your business." The man caught the small stutter, on closer inspection this guard was barely a kid, couldn't be older than 18. The man casually turned around and without warning threw the hook at the kids face. The guard barely had time to widen his eyes before he got knocked out cold. He felt bad for the kid, good thing was that this would only bring a nasty headache when he came around, nothing else. With no more interruptions, the man swung his grappling hook, made sure it was fastened, then started to climb up toward his target.

Samwise Pippin hated his job. He was supposed to be taking care of his baby with his loving wife in front of a roaring hearth, not sitting in this cold rain freezing his ass off in this cold hard rain in this cold ass balcony while wearing cold ass armour. Man, why did he ever enter into this fucking job. It wasn´t like anything would attack while the Institute held the annual meeting of all the goddamn city states. I mean, they were about 144 almighty beasts inside that building, which crackhead would be crazy enough to try a assassination attempt. He then shut down those wandering thoughts, he had to take a piss. But then he heard a clink on the ramparts and saw a curious claw attached to the balcony. He then saw a shadow crawl up the wall and jump onto him. Samwise had a unexpected piss break.

Lux was hurriedly following the dog. Even though it was just a hunch she got a weird feeling of foreboding. It was like when she heard a storm brewing when she was little. She used to be scared to death by thunder. She would always run to Garen's room and hide under the covers. But this was more than just a measly storm. She felt as if a tempest, terrible enough to sweep the entirety of Runeterra was brewing. She then saw where the dog was heading and felt her stomach turn into lead. It was the Meeting Hall.

The man watched from the rafters, watching the entreat of the conversation. He grinned, how arrogant were the champions to assume that they could leave their leaders here without anyone backing them up. He spied with his little eye in the round circle all the leaders. Jarvan Fourth, the Exemplar of Demacia was in the middle of a argument with Swain, the Master Tactician about some territory. The man rolled his eyes, they fought like children every time. Meanwhile in the Ionian side was the representer for Ionia, Karma, the Enlightened. The weird thing that was floating behind her back was shining brightly. The man had to stifle a laugh, you could say she was enLIGHTened. He then looked at the Bandle City side, there was Dennison Jadefellow, he was twirling his must ache, looking bored. Then he saw Caitlyn, the Sheriff of Piltover taking notes of the conversation. Then the man scowled and grind his teeth, there stood Mordekaiser, the Master of Metal representing the Shadow Isles. He hated that sunnovabitch, every time he almost killed him he always managed to escape. Then from Freljord were three women, Ashe, the Frost Archer hearing the conversation intently. Then on the other hand was the warrior, Sejuani, the Winter's Wrath. Lissandra the Ice Witch was just sitting there, her expression neutral. But then when he faced to the upper side of the table he smiled. There she was, the big catch, the big enchilada, Vessaria Kolminye. He bared his teeth wolfishly then reached for the sword hilt on his back. But then a slam on the other side of the room startled him. The door had opened, and a white wolf burst out of it. He smiled, that idiot mutt had always to go screwing all of his plans up. Because of his interference, today was going to be RUFF. Then from the door spilled in all of the champions, rushing in. Jarvan 4th, clearly annoyed roared "What is this! I thought I had clearly told you no interruptions!" Shyvana, the Half Dragon walked up to him. "Sir, intruders have been sited on the grounds, we have come to escort you to your quarters" Jarvan, clearly enraged because of the thought that he couldn't defend himself started to yell. But before he could finish a single word the man felt the beam beneath him snap. He slowly looked down, the bream was splitting and was about to break. The man just sighed and said "Well, shiii-" then he felt the beam sickly crush under him, finally giving to his weight "-IIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

When Vayne hear about the intruders, she expected bloodthirsty bandits. She expected a coup de 'etat attempt. But what she didn't expect was a man to fall from the ceiling. She heard him traill "SHIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE" before he crashed down into the table into with a sickening crunch. The man groggily got up from what remained of the table while everyone reeled in shock. Recovering from her shock, she aimed her hand crossbow at the intruder. The figure just turned around her. Then she saw start suddenly shake. She assumed it was her reputation that cause this, she was supposed to be the fearsome Night Hunter, slayer of demons and undead. But then the figure started roaring in laughter. It just pointed to her and said "So, is this how you greet old friends?" That voice.. she recognised it. But before she could do anything, the figure just nimbly vaulted into the air and drew a massive silver Zweihander from his behind. Then he nimbly landed behind the Head Summoner and pressed his sword to her neck. The figure tossed his head back, letting the hood slide off. The scarlet hair shone brightly in the candlelight, and the emerald eyes shone with intensity as Roland declared "This is a hostage situation, anybody moves and she dies!"

I know, not my best work. But it's about 1 a.m and I really wanted to let you guys know I'm actually going to start to write this full time. You guys are da best. I love y'all beautiful motherfuckers. No chapters next week, might release one this sunday. Peace out homies :D