A/N - Hello everyone, I would first like to apologize for the wait on this chapter. I don't want to say that I lacked the motivation to write this chapter, but, when I did try to write, it just, didn't seem right. Not only that, I just...didn't want to write, I suppose, and not because I didn't want to work on this story or others, I just...couldn't write, and so, trying unsuccessfully for hours at a time was just draining. I took a step back, took a breath, and finally went about writing this chapter. I never put myself on a schedule for uploads, but know I will always upload when I can, as well as when I find the quality of my work to be acceptable. Thank you to the reviewers I have gotten, as well as those asking for more, you really motivate me to keep at this. I know where I want to go with this story. The only trouble I have is actually writing it. But I digress. Again, thank you all, and, I hope you do enjoy this new chapter of War Changes a Yordle. More to come. Reviews are appreciated. I will try my hardest. Also, huge shout out to my friend, the person I originally dedicated this story to, Vercopa, for helping me with realizing, this story is meant for the champion Teemo, not just for a friend, and bought me the skin that inspired me to write this to begin with. I hope you like this chapter, brother.
War Changes a Yordle
Chapter IV
Even without his gift, he felt as though he could just disappear within the darkness of the chamber he found himself in, yet, he knew that it wouldn't be enough. His target also had a gift, nocturnal vision, characterized by his eerie yellow eyes that just seemed to glow, or rather, burn. Those eyes made him nervous…could he see me? Surely not, he thought, but, the Yordle who sat entranced in a time upon his desk was not one to underestimate. His hand twitched, Teemo having to stop himself from reaching for his knife. The Master of Evil sat before him, guard lowered, and all it would take would be one swipe…
The book made a loud bang as the mage slammed it shut, sighing annoyingly as he did so. "Now, how long will you just stand there like an idiot?" The scout frowned. So, he could see me. "When you are evil as me, fool, you are used to such attempts to take your life. I hoped to find some amusement in having you stand there for hours on end, but, it is rather doll."
Teemo sighed, breaking his stealth, for all the good that it did for him, and took a seat on the bed behind Veigar. The mage still kept his attention to the desk, having just closed one tome, he was already searching the contents of another. His back was to him, Teemo's hand twitching at his hip for his blade. The way the mage before him acted, the way he was turned, the way he did not fear Teemo, the way that he acted so lax in the company of an assassin, it made him feel uncomfortable. The fact that Veigar knew he was there for so long and yet acted as if he was not, acted like he didn't care, it irked him immensely. Did he think of himself so highly? Or did he just think of the scout's skills as so weak?
"What is it that you want, mage." He spat through gritted teeth from beneath his mask.
Veigar gave a cackle. "What I want? Are you not the one to pay me a visit! If I held any respect for you, I'd ask you the same thing." Again he laughed, not bothering to turn to Teemo, his figure still hunched over his desk, eyes still glued to the ancient texts before him.
Teemo's twitching hand curled into a tight fist. He was done with him acting so smug. "You know," he said, his voice dark and deep, a voice no longer belonging to Teemo but something else entirely, "if I wanted to, I could kill you right now." And again, another cackle rang out from Veigar, mad and echoing through his small, cluttered room. He turned suddenly, his yellow eyes glowing in the darkness of the room, eyes of a nocturnal creature, blaring eerily bright.
"You!? Kill me!? Don't be preposterous! For one, the only way I could die to someone as weak as you would be if I were to forfeit myself! HAHAHA!" Teemo lunged swiftly, steel in hand, anger fueling his actions. He would kill this Yordle, he thought. But Veigar made no attempt to move, he didn't even flinch. The knife halted, just before the mage's neck, Teemo stunned, unable to move. A blue and purple glow emanated around him, twilight, compressed into a cage, Veigar's Event Horizon, albeit, concentrated into a much smaller fashion. And from the glow, he could see him. Never had he been so close to his enemy before, never had he seen the face of the Master of Evil. His fur was ragged and unkempt, fur as black as night with scars running milk white prominently through his features, his eyes blazing a hot and sickening yellow. And his smile…a wide, toothy grin, mad and malevolent. "And second…do you really think I would not be able to kill you before you could do the same to me?" His grin only widened, his teeth were as white as ivory and jagged like fangs.
His voice deepened into a growl. "You are nothing compared to me…I could kill you with a snap of my fingers, scout…remember that…you may have foiled my plans once, but, do not think you are my better…" He turned his back once more to his assassin. "I digress. You, who so disrespectfully intruded upon my quarters, did so for a purpose. While you could not kill me, you certainly did not make an attempt at doing so, that is, until now," he stifled a chuckle, seeing Teemo's grip tighten even more on the dagger despite being stunned. "You could have killed me, you say…and yet, you didn't…there is something you want from me…something you need from me…"
Veigar peered over his shoulder, his yellowed eyes glowing radiantly, a smile present on his lips. As the Event Horizon was dropped, Teemo replaced the knife at his hip, giving an annoyed tsk. He fell back onto the bed behind him, Veigar turning his full attention back to the open tome, only to close it and open another.
After much silence, Teemo removed his mask, taking a long needed breath of fresh air, although, the air of the room could be called anything but fresh. It was stuffy, although, it was still better than behind that humid mask. "What is it that you want, Veigar?"
"What is it that I want? Care to elaborate, fool?"
He was doing this on purpose, he decided, trying to annoy him, to toy with him. His previous attempt to spill his blood proved only one thing, however. Even at such a close proximity, the mage was untouchable. He knew that Veigar was playing him, and it only made him even more annoyed at his pathetic words. "Your goal. What is it?"
"Now, how long have we known each other? I knew you were an imbecile, but, I did not think you were just so…stupid." Veigar laughed heartily, Teemo cracked one of the fingers on his right hand, the sound of it audible, but not enough to make the yordle across from him stop his incessant laughter. "To bring all nations to their knees, regardless of affiliation."
"But, WHY!?" Teemo said, albeit a bit too aggressively. This prompted Veigar to turn.
His burning eyes bore through his own as they stared at each other. "You wish to hear your enemy out? To hear the tellings of a madman?"
Teemo turned away. "There was something I heard a while back, something that has been bothering me…something that only you would understand. And so, to understand what that was, I need to understand you. I need to know…why? Not because of your past…I know your past well…but…why everyone? Why not just Noxus? What is there to gain from it all?"
Veigar's lip was a straight line. He looked down at the floor, as if his answers could be found there, but in truth, he knew the answer, he knew why. "Because this world…this world deserves it…this world deserves to be brought to its knees! There is darkness, not just in Noxus, but, everywhere! Wars and torture, rape and murder! For a new world to be built, this one must be destroyed, for others to stand, they must first be beaten to the ground, for the weak to rise, they must become strong!"
Teemo scoffed. "Of course…tellings of a madman. It seems I don't understand you at all, mage." He stood, walking towards the door.
"For this world to be united…it must be done so under a common enemy."
Teemo's hand halted at the door knob.
"For this world to shine like it did back then…back when I was innocent…when we all were…there must be…something…a necessary evil. I have seen it. I have seen the ugliness of this world…I can never return to how I once was…so I will change the world to look like me!"
Teemo was flung around, his back hitting the door roughly as his mask fell from his hand.
"LOOK AT ME!"
He did. Teemo saw before him…a Yordle…broken and mangled…eyes full of pain, not of madness…his gauntleted hands, metal, trembling. His eyes, the yellow that burned in them burned ever brighter, gold fire behind those irises, burning fury and anger, but not directed at the scout, not directed at anyone. Before him, the frame of someone with nothing, before him, a yordle, sanity shattered, body broken, a being full of hate. Hate of this world.
"WELL!? WHAT DO YOU SEE!? A MADMAN!? ANSWER ME DAMNIT!" he yelled, shaking the scout, Teemo's eyes falling to the floor, to which, Veigar responded by shaking him more violently. "ANSWER ME!"
"I…I think I get it…" The shaking stopped. Teemo's eyes met golden fire. "Unification through destruction. You wish to clear the slate…you have no enemy…only a goal."
Veigar's grip loosened on the scout as his arms fell limp.
"You have been wronged by the world…you wish to show everyone that…but…is there not an easier way?"
Veigar gave a tired scoff. "Fool…this is the only path…I wish to change the world…and that is what I will do…with…these…these hands of mine," his eyes fell to them, shaking still. "People will remember me…as the one who did make that change…there is no other way…no one has seen it….no one but me…my name will be remembered…I will change the world, for no one else will…I will not become a martyr, not when there would be no one there to pick up the flag after I fall! I WILL accomplish this! And you…you will NEVER stop me!"
The Master of Evil, he was called. Even with his short stature, his presence was menacing, his powers unreal. He was one that people would come to fear should they ever cross his path. He was known as Villain, but now, the Swift Scout could see, it was not a title that he chose, but rather, one that he took up for others, a mantle he wore for no one else would. His evil, in his own twisted mind, was necessary in unifying the world, to unite everyone against a common enemy, he would become the scapegoat for everyone's hate. Destruction through unification…he did not approve of this, but as he looked into Veigar's eyes, his previous views of a madman lifted and were replaced with the now broken image of the being he saw before him.
In truth, he respected him, his archenemy. He pitied him.
"I am sorry, Veigar…thank you for your time."
Veigar scorned the scout, his lips curved downwards in disgust as he spit the words "get out."
Teemo complied, leaving soon after he picked up his mask.
Destruction through unification…
He went to Du Couteau to obtain information on the Grand Summoner, but, with his words still echoing in his mind…what did Noxus have planned…
"…my mission has been completed…I accept my death…but know this…you have failed…"
