Kill, Consume, Adapt

Chapter 6: Revitalize

Rengar's room in the hospital was swarming with doctors and surgeons. It had been many days since his brawl with Kha'Zix. He had been given anesthesia to put him to sleep but due to his very potent immune system he was reduced to a state of only half consciousness. He could see a bright light above, and heard faint voices, surely coming from the doctors. He was awake, but felt nothing. They would probably be sewing and mending his hand back on and dealing with his large stab wounds. He felt none of it, but felt he deserved to it. The way he lost, it shook him. He hadn't just lost physically to the Reaver, but he lost internally. The Reaver showed no fear even when outnumbered, and he had felt too smug about his advantage. If he would have gone into the fight level headed, perhaps the outcome would have been different. Alas, the only thing he could do was train harder for the next time. He subtly growled, which frightened the surgeons operating.

"There will be a next time." Came his voice weakly.

The masked figure stood over his two subordinates as they began peppering him with an onslaught of questions.

"Wait, wait, wait. How did you even end up in Vel'Koz's room?"

"Why were you out that late?"

"Were you cheating on me?"

He put his hands up as if surrendering.

"Look, I can explain everything. Just give me a minute to collect my thoughts.

…

"It's been a minute."

The tall figure sighed loudly.

"Okay, here's the truth. Last night I was with Lee and we got really hammered at the bar. One thing led to another and he said I wasn't a good enough ninja to sneak into someone's room. As we stumbled along the apartments I accepted his challenge and snuck into the closest room without even checking whose it was. I got in and practically jumped into one of the closets and passed out. Next thing I know I wake up with a throbbing headache and hear Kha'Zix talking to Vel'Koz. At this point, I realized I was in one of their rooms, and decided it was time to get out. Then, just as I was about to sneak out, I overheard them talking about taking over the world via opening the void. They said something about needing these maps, so I kicked some of their asses and stole the maps. Easy."

…

"SHEN! YOU CAN'T DRINK! YOU'RE THE EYE OF TWILIGHT FOR SATAN'S SAKE!"

"Is that really what you have to say after I just explained that Kha'Zix wants to literally end the existence of this world?"

As the two argued, Kennen lay on the ground laughing his head off. Once he finished his laughing fit, the yordle hopped onto Shen's shoulder.

"Guys, gals. Cut the fighting. You're more immature than me sometimes. Geez, it's like you're married or something."

Akali blushed, "We are not!"

Shen put his hand on the back of his head, "Heheheh. Heh."

"Regardless, what are we to do about this most malevolent plot?" Kennen said.

"Eh, we should probably report it or something right?"

"I have a better idea, Shen. Why don't we get some of the other champions that don't, ehm, feel fond of the void, and get rid of them ourselves?"

"I'm not so sure about that. Didn't Kha'Zix nearly kill Rengar AND Nidalee? Regardless if we have a numerical advantage, I don't want any of us to get hurt."

"You're so boring." said Kennen and Akali both.

Kha'Zix sat perched atop the roof of the cafeteria. He normally chose not to eat in there for several reasons. He was somewhat antisocial with non-void champions, excluding the few that were a little unstable. He also preferred to catch his prey, and not have it handed it to him on a plate. Regardless, he was not here to eat, at least not yet. He was watching every champion that entered and exited through the big bulky doors that reached just high enough for Malphite to get in. The Void Reaver was lying in wait to overhear something, anything, about the maps that were stolen from him. Someone must have heard about it and surely they'd be talking about it. Even though he was quite high up, his supernatural hearing allowed him to easily hear the feeble conversation coming from below. It was quite boring at first, saying as most champions were either entering alone or just not talking to the champion they were walking with. Kha'Zix observed the plain cement ground below that had a long cemented path extending from it that lead to the champion's dormitories. He heard a sound in the distance and saw the Might of Demacia and The Prince of Demacia walking side by side on the path.

"And that, my friend, is how I carry around this heavy sword all the time."

"I suppose it makes sense, now, why you carry it in your right hand all the time."

"Hahahaha! DEMACIA!"

Kha'Zix audibly sighed and waited for more people. And more came, each rewarding less than the last. He heard things ranging from Swain using head and shoulders shampoo to Mordekaiser raising an ant farm in his room. But he heard nothing about the maps he needed to get back. Just as he was about to leave, a familiar voice came from below.

"Did you hear Rengar will be out of surgery soon?"

This caught the Reaver's attention. He leaned in closer to get a better listen.

"Yeah, it's a good thing, too. I've been missing that big oaf. Don't worry; we'll get revenge for him. I'm sure of it. Kha'Zix has got to go."

Kha'Zix leaned his head over the ledge and spotted the two having this most worrying conversation. It was none other than Riven and Master Yi; Some of Kha'Zix's least favorite champions.

Just as Riven and Yi were about to enter the cafeteria, a giant mass of purple came crashing down atop of them. Riven noticed at the last second and shoved Yi to the side while also diving out of the way. When she looked up at what nearly killed them, she saw Kha'Zix standing over her. His eyes were as malicious as ever, and his mouth stood slightly open with purple saliva barely dripping out. He raised his menacing claws in the air and swung downwards at Riven. She rolled to the side and stoop up, unsheathing her sword and raising it in a defensive position. Kha'Zix was about to charge her again until he felt cold steel pressing against his back.

Not so smart now, huh bug?!" shouted Yi.

Yi held his blade directly in front of Kha'Zix's spinal cord. Regardless of his hardened exo-skeleton, if by chance Yi's blade did penetrate and severe his spine, he would be paralyzed, or worse. Riven still held her sword defensively as she approached Kha. He growled at her until she was a few inches away from his face.

"I despise your very existence, bug. You are an abomination. You nearly killed Nidalee and Rengar, and I cannot let that go unpunished. Morals or not, you will die here."

"Hahahahahaha! Riven." Kha'Zix spat, his voice lined with venom. "You think you are so high and mighty? Bwhahahah! You are nothing to me. I do not care about your insignificant life in the slightest, and if you think you and your little samurai behind me can take me, I welcome it!"

"There will be no fight. You will die here and now, filth." Yi replied angrily.

Then in a mere second, Kha'Zix was gone. One moment he was right in front of her. She was looking into his eyes, then the next moment he vanished and she was looking at Yi as he stared dumbfounded at her. A quiet wind rolled over the cement square that the two stood on. Riven was the first to speak:

"He's still here." She said softly, "I know he's still here."

Yi raised his sword up defensively and put his back the door to the cafeteria. Riven did the same on the adjacent wall. He could only attack one of them at a time, which would give the other a chance to react and strike from behind. Kha'Zix could also not attack from behind since their backs were to walls. Clearly they had the upper hand. Riven locked eyes with Yi for another moment then stared blankly around. Several minutes passed without incident. Nothing was there. No movement, no noise, nada. Yi stepped off the door.

"Maybe he's go-…"

"YI NO!" Riven yelled.

…

Kha'Zix stood perfectly still just above the Ionian swordsman. He was standing against the doors to the cafeteria which had a window that revealed the back of his head to everyone inside. The Reaver had silently jumped to the ledge that hung just above the doors and waited patiently. He could attack now, but he knew that Yi was fast. If Yi saw him coming, he would dodge or parry his strike. Instead, Kha'Zix simply used the oldest trick of hunting prey there was: Waiting. He stood perfectly still for several minutes in his camouflaged state. Finally, Yi backed off the wall and began saying something to Riven. That was when he chose to strike.

"Maybe he's go-…"

"YI NO!"

Riven could do nothing but watch as Kha'Zix jumped off the ledge behind Master Yi and descended down with both of his scythes at the ready. Both of his arms were extended outward and stretched his entire wingspan. Time seemed to slow as the Void Reaver fell and Riven recognized what he looked so similar to right now. Kha'Zix was the Angel of Death.

Yi had started turning his head, but it was too late. Kha'Zix swiped both of his scythes inwards and simultaneously landed on the ground with one knee. Yi stared forward still, eyes meeting Riven. For a few seconds he remained in the same pose, until his head fell clean off his shoulders and tumbled towards the ground. It hit with a resounding plump and bounced a few times, while his lifeless body fell to its knees then all the way on its chest. Riven screamed so loud that it felt like her vocal cords were being torn out. She charged at Kha'Zix but before she could get there a few champions from the cafeteria had come out to see what the commotion was about and restrained her. They were a bit hesitant to attempt to restrain Kha'Zix. After all, the master of the wuju style did lay dead at his feet. A pack of summoners showed up and detained Kha'Zix. By detained, I mean shot him at least two dozen times with a tranquilizer gun that could put Volibear to sleep with one shot. Other summoners showed up to check on the still screaming Riven, and carry Yi's body away.

The medical department in the League was very advanced. Lose a limb? They can put it back. Lose an internal organ? They can grow an artificial one for you. But when you lose your head, you're not coming back. Wukong was tasked with bringing Yi's carcass back to Ionia where he would receive a proper burial. He left muttering something about "revenge". Riven was brought to a physiologist and deemed mentally okay a few hours later. As for Kha'Zix, he was brought down to the depths of the League which were far underground. There he was being held in a maximum security cell and awaiting trial. His punishment would most likely be death.

…

The receptionist at the hospital was busy sifting through papers until a bulky figure in front of her cleared his throat.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't see you there. What can I do for you?" she asked.

"I was told before I could leave, I needed to come see you." responded the figure.

"Yes! Do you have your hospital number card?"

The creature handed her a laminated card with his picture. The receptionist took it and began punching information into her computer.

"Patient 1633… Sex: Male… Height: Seven feet four inches… Okay! That should be it. Have a good day Rengar, I'm glad you're better."

"Yeah, me too. I've got some things to do."

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A/N: Yo. I actually put a lot more effort into this one since I feel that my last chapter was sort of a letdown. I apologize for any spelling mistakes, it's quite tiring to write a long chapter then proof read it so I probably missed some stuff. I feel much better about this one since it's more than twice as long and has actual plot development. I'm not necessarily having a hard trouble incorporating more champions, but I am having a hard time deciding which ones to kill off and such. It's hard to sort of kill a champion many people may like or is very popular so it takes me awhile, but I digress. If you have any suggestions for people who should be introduced or killed off leave me a review and I'll check it out. Peace.
RDR