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Also, I'm having a hard time deciding on what to call this Talon/Nocturne Hybrid. The Blade's Darkness is a nice little alias, but too long. Any suggestions?

Wings of the Raven

Chapter 3 – Nightmare

The steady stream of sunlight was at first welcoming, but then it was beginning to annoy her. Soon, she opened her eyes, uttering a small noise of displeasure. Eyes open just a tad bit, she realized where she was and how she was lying before her eyes opened completely in shock. She was on her bed, lying next to Talon. She had one of her hands draped over his chest. So basically, she had slept while hugging him all night. She instantly pulled herself up into a sitting position, getting away from Talon while a mad blush crept up onto her face. The movement and shifting caused Talon to wake up, one of his eyes opening to peer at Katarina as he said, "Anything wrong, Katarina?"

Katarina was about to offer a venomous respond to why he was sleeping with her until the events of last night came back to her. Her face slowly became more sour than angry, before turning into a passive anger. She couldn't believe she let herself break down like that. But it was her weakness. Her family. When it came to her family, she would always go into overdrive. She could still remember how she had beaten Talon enough to incapacitate him because he was so cool and calm about the disappearance of Marcus, her father. "I'm…" She muttered, as Talon opened both of his eyes and sat up. He was wearing a White T-shirt that fit well onto his slim but muscled form. Intrigued, Talon wondered what Katarina was stuttering about until Katarina stopped, took a small breath then said, "I'm sorry you had to see me like this Talon."

Talon was at first confused about what she was talking about. But then he realized she was apologizing for her weakness and his face softened. "Katarina… The Strong survive and the weak fall, that is the way of Noxus. But only the strong can show their weakness proudly, never letting it pull them down. That is the difference between the strong and the weak. Don't be ashamed of yourself. Be proud that, even after through all of this, you are standing tall and proud." Talon said, pulling his legs off the side of the bed and standing up. Stretching a bit, he winced at the sunlight, which was usual for him. But somehow, the sunlight felt much more irritating than usual. He quickly walked away into the shade, although it seemed like a casual quickness to get freshened up, and left the room. Katarina sat there for a few more seconds, her right hand slowly coming up to her chest. She put it on her sternum, feeling her heartbeat as she stared down at the bed sheets. "If only you knew Talon…" She muttered, her mind being tortured by that same image. The image of Talon with black hair and icy blue eyes…

Talon washed his face in his bathroom, having brushed his teeth and shaved moments earlier. He looked up from his sink into his reflection in the mirror, his brown eyes studying his face with an intense gaze. As he watched, however, his eyes suddenly turned Icy Blue. Talon blinked hard and leaned back, straightening up, looking back at the mirror. It was back to normal, no icy blue eyes or anything. Talon shook his head, muttering something about losing his mind as he turned around and left. His reflection, however, stayed on the mirror, smiling maliciously as it's eyes turned Icy blue and it's hair turned black. It watched Talon go, it's lips curled into a contemptuous smile as it slowly backed away, the light of the bathroom automatically flickering out, throwing everything into darkness.

"Come on Katarina, I'm sure that's not your best." Talon said as Katarina roared and charged him again. Both he and Katarina were wearing black T-shirts and tan-colored pants, both made of durable material. Katarina jumped as she neared Talon, spinning around to execute a round-house kick at Talon's head. Talon leaned to his right as the kick came from the left, letting the kick soar over his head as he rolled his head under the kick, leaning down, then left and up again back to his original position. He caught Katarina's elbow as she tried to hit him while she had her back turned, and then pulled her close to him. He pressed his palm against her collarbone, both of them stilling as Talon smirked in victory. If he had a blade, she'd be dead right now. Or, at least, in no position to argue.

Out of nowhere, however, Katarina moved her hips. It rubbed against the front of Talon's pants, causing him to be taken aback by surprise. Suddenly Katarina leaned forward, breaking out of his grip, and kicked out behind her, executing a perfect Mule-kick at Talon's stomach. Talon grunted in pain, almost falling back from the force as Katarina rolled forward to take care of the momentum and turned around in a crouch to face Talon, a sly smile on her face. "Playing dirty, are we Katarina?" Talon said in a contemptuous tone.

"Assassins are known for their surprises and low-blows. Do you expect an assassin to be honorable in a fight?" Katarina asked, her eyebrow going up. "Touché." Talon said, as they both ran at each other and clashed again.

Cassiopeia was lounging on the balcony. The day, although slightly sunny, was cloudy enough to give a comfortable, warm weather that didn't have the sun shining down on them. She was looking at Talon and Katarina spar with slight interest, studying them with the eyes of a league champion. Whereas Katarina was extremely aggressive, Talon seemed to be slightly passive. But she could see the heat in Talon's eyes. He was waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And then, just as Katarina tried to kick Talon's head, Talon ducked under it and lunged, shouldering into Katarina's outstretched leg right at the back of her knee. This caused her to fall backwards, while Talon held her leg up over her as a way of keeping her down. Cassiopeia took one look at this and then fell down laughing, clutching her sides. Their position looked like a sex position. Oh teasing these two was going to be so much fun…

Back in the courtyard, Talon was just helping Katarina off the ground. Katarina turned around, walking over to the small table off to the side where cold towels were kept, brushing the dust off of her butt. This however, caused the butt to shake slightly, something Talon noticed. His eye twitched. 'Goddammit Talon, would you stop gawking at her butt? But really, why are butts so interesting?'

Katarina threw one of the cold, damp towels to Talon, who caught it. Then, together, they began walking back to the mansion, wiping their heated faces, necks and arms with the towel. They made idle banter on their sparring session, but as they walked in, one of the guards walked forward to meet them. "Master Talon, I come bearing a message." He said, and as Talon waited, the man continued, "High General Swain would like to meet you urgently." Talon was confused, but he nodded.

20 minutes Later, Talon was wearing his signature purple uniform as he travelled to the office of the High General. He ran most of the way via freerunning, jumping over roofs or doing insane falls without injury. Soon enough, he was walking up the hall which was lined up by the Raedsel. One of them, however, stopped him and told him to disarm himself. He consented to giving his arm blade away, but he kept all of his hidden knives on him. The doors opened before he entered, so he simply walked in to see the old General standing over his desk. The doors closed again and Talon noted that there was two Raedsel next to the door.

"Talon. You've put me in quite a tough spot." He said, as Talon's eyes narrowed infinitesimally. He stayed silent as Swain paced around in his room. "You see, young bird, when I sent you on that mission to Free Nocturne…" Swain paused, noting Talon's shock on his face. "… You weren't supposed to survive." Swain said. That was the exact moment when Talon turned around to see the doors burst open. The Raedsel trooped in, along with notable figures within them. Darius, the Hand of Noxus, walked in, more bulky and imposing than anyone there. Beside him was Draven, the Glorious Executioner. Talon instantly got into a combative stance, although he was badly surrounded. "Do not worry, Talon, my dear boy… I will give Katarina a notice on how we found out that you were planning on betraying Noxus." He said as he then walked out of the room. On his way out, he said, "Goodbye, Young bird."

"Tch." Came the only sound from Talon as Draven stepped forward. "Guards, step back and don't interfere. I want to see how the Blade's Shadow fights without a Blade." He cackled at his own joke, as Talon narrowed his eyes. He flexed his wrists, feeling the gauntlet in on his arms that carried a concealed punch-dagger. When he punched, the pressure would cause the dagger to thrust forward. Draven brought out one of his axes and began spinning them. "So long, Talon old friend old pal!" Draven said sarcastically, before he threw his axe at Talon. Talon, like a professional, sidestepped the blow. He was about to dodge Draven's other axe, which was already spinning in the man's hand, when Draven lowered his hand a bit. Most likely by mistake, as the tip of the blade hit the marble floor and created a loud noise. But Draven was studying Talon's face and then grinned. Talon was confused for a split second until he felt something ripping through the back of his calf. Because of his stance, it only cut through a few inches deep into his left calf. If he was standing normally, he wouldn't lost both of his legs. He uttered a small "GAH." Of pain and fell down to his knees, holding onto his wound tightly as it squirted blood, gushing like a fountain. Draven caught the axe and cackled as Talon caught on to the ruse. Draven had intentionally caused his axe to hit the marble at the same time his thrown axe ricocheted off the wall, masking the noise. Draven continued to cackle loudly as he spun both of his axes. "Any Last words, Assassin?" He said, as Talon suddenly froze. His bleed had stopped. Instead of blood, black semi-liquid material was covering it like a bandage. Infront of their eyes, Talon's hair turned black and his skin became paler as well as lighter. He stood up, his hair falling out from infront of his eyes to reveal icy blue eyes that were glowing, pupils turning into slits. "Yes, Executioner…" He said, suddenly standing behind Draven, his back to Dravens back. The black liquid had now also appeared to cover his entire arms, making them claw like. Two blade-like extensions were protruding from the end of each elbow. As soon as Draven turned around, Talon thrust both of his elbows back, his pectoral muscles extended so the blades at the ends of his elbows pierced the same spot, which was the middle of Draven's chest. Draven froze where he was, staring down in horror at the blades in his chest, which were shifting to become more flat and wider, vertically aligned to his body.

At the same time Darius shouted Draven's name and all the Raedsel charged, Talon simply said, "Goodbye."
And then he contracted his Pectoral muscles, pulling his elbows and the blades in a vicious outward motion. Draven uttered a gurgling noise as his rib-cage was torn open, each side of the ribcage swinging outward like a door as Draven's innards spilled outside with a sickening squelching noise. By the time the Raedsel was upon Talon, he had already been covered in the black material, which seemed to be alive. It wasn't even liquid. It was like Darkness itself had become a part of Talon. Talon spun around, releasing 5 large shurikens that were as black as he was. The shurikens tore through the Raedsel without losing speed, ricocheting off the walls. It seemed physically impossible, but even as Darius watched, the shurikens bounced and hit off the walls, always retaining the high speed and cutting the elite Raedsel to pieces while Talon simply stood in the middle of the bloodbath. The blood that splattered on Talon simply disappeared, not staining him in the slightest. The shurikens came back to Talon as he caught them deftly, returning to a neutral standing stance. Darius gritted his teeth in rage, gripping his Axe tightly. "You… You must be Nocturne." Darius said, his teeth bared in feral anger.

"Good guess, Hand of Noxus. But currently, it would be wrong to call me either Nocturne or Talon… As I am neither completely those two." Talon/Nocturne said, raising his right hand. His signature blade formed on his right hand, made of the darkness that covered him. "Telling you will be useless, as you will die… However. " Talon looked over to one of the Raedsel who was leaning against a wall. The man was still alive, having lost a leg. "I am… The Blade's Darkness." He said, as Darius took advantage of Talon looking away. Charging, the huge man jumped up, bringing his blade back over his head to deliver the killing blow. Talon, however, slashed upwards with his right hand, catching Darius's powerful strike without even twitching. The force travelled down and cracked the floor, but The Blade's Darkness didn't even move. Darius gaped at him as he slowly turned his covered face towards the man, two blue V's staring at the man, similar to the V's of Talon's Crimson Elite helmet. Talon relaxed on his right arm for moment before slashing upwards again, and the blade of Darius' signature axe fell into pieces around Talon. Darius uttered a feral growl as he dropped the useless weapon and lunged at Talon, arms outstretched. Talon's blade instantly retracted into his body, and he caught both Darius' arms, right in the middle of his forearms.

"Well well well, you seem to be doing mighty fine on your own…" Talon said, holding Darius' massive muscular arms without a single sign of effort, while Darius seemed to be straining to either get out of Talon's grip or to reach to Talon's head. "Guess you won't be needing a hand." Talon said, as he pulled outwards viciously, tearing Darius' arms off as the man howled, blood spurting out of the ragged, torn stumps of his shoulders. The torn ligaments and tendons that connected the arm bones to the shoulder bones hung loosely as Talon dropped both of the large arms by his sides.
"I should've said two hands." Talon said, uttering a small hiss of laughter although the mask over his face made him seem emotionless. Darius fell to his knees as Talon put both of his hands on both sides of the larger man's head.

"Don't worry. You won't die." Talon said in a voice that was colder than the death that Darius felt creeping up his body. And then, Talon suddenly wrenched Darius' head right, then left, then pulled his head right off of Darius' neck, the flesh tearing with a sickening noise as what blood was left spurted out of the torn arteries in the neck. Talon held Darius' head in his hands, looking at it before saying, "I lied."

Dropping the man's head, he looked over to see that the Raedsel who had been alive had already vomited and passed out. Walking over to the man, Talon opened the man's eyes while his black helmet/mask receded from his eyes, uncovering it…

Is he gonna kill this survivor? Is he gonna stare into his soul? Or is he gonna force this man to watch cat porn? Let us find out next chapter!