Silence
The sun had already sank behind the skyline of Noxus when Ezreal finally set foot on the estate of the Du Couteaus. Previously he had returned to the bar and, while drinking some more, had thought about the invitation from Talon.
Of course he had heard from the infamous family of the Du Couteaus, both the old patriarch, the old general of Noxus and leader of the assassins and his two daughters, one an assassin as he was and the other one a "diplomat" but still nothing less deadly.
Their deeds had eventually crossed the borders of Noxus and spread throughout all of Valoran.
As well though, he had heard many things about the man that he was about to visit.
Getting close, he could see it was a huge estate, the one you would expect from an old family. Surrounded by a huge park, the mansion stood grim on a small hill. And around the whole grounds, a huge metal fence engulfed it all. Every now and then horrible stone sculptures from the mythology of Noxus were placed between iron bars.
Feeling rather uneasy, Ezreal walked to the back entrance, which was guarded by two grim looking guards. Looking like the typical Noxian soldiers, they were tall and muscular with strong and somehow... Brutal faces.
Not showing any movements, they simply followed him with their eyes when he walked up to them.
"I uhrm, I'm here to meet Talon", He prompted out then gulped. The two observed him for a second before one of them nodded and stepped aside to open the door. Making a gesture to follow him, the guard lead Ezreal through some corridors, stairs and rooms. Sometimes old members of the Du Couteau family would look at him angrily as if asking what the fuck he was doing there. In other rooms he found antiques, old furniture and countless other oddities.
Still, he felt more and more uneasy. Just when he was about to start thinking about how to get out of there, the guard lead him into a room.
The room was very nice, with beautiful pictures and tapestries on the walls. A warm fire was burning in the fire place and the general mood of the room was just – comfortable.
And close to the fire sat Talon.
He was adorned in casual clothes as opposed to his usual attire; a plain pair of trousers and crisp white shirt. Looking up from the fire, he looked directly at Ezreal and smiled.
"So you came" he said and again his voice sent a shiver down Ezreal's spine.
"I'm not a man of many words, so just let me show you something", Talon said and stepped through a side door. Ezreal followed him, standing dumbstruck once he reached the doorway.
The room was full of torture devices, cages, chains. On one side of the wall, there was a huge collection of various instruments of inflicting pain. Among these were numerous toys, made for pleasuring the likes of Ezreal.
Eyes wide open in shock, Ezreal turned to look at Talon. He just smiled and said: "The old man Du Couteau had some...Hobbies: living out his sadistic side and releasing stress. And his favourite toy was me. But I did it with pleasure, since he was my saviour. And I learnt a lot from him."
With these words, he suddenly vanished and, before Ez could even blink, he felt him behind him again. This time a strong hand was closing around his mouth and he felt something hard pressing onto his lower half...