Kill, Consume, Adapt
Chapter 7: Condemnation
The maximum security cell. For the few that had been, it was a place of ultimate torture. Not by pain, not by beatings, but of solitude. A five inch thick steel door was the only way out. The numerous scratches and bruises along it confirmed that many had tried punching their way, but to no avail. The room itself was very small, only big enough for a couple people to squeeze in. The walls surrounding it were made of solid concrete and as impenetrable as the door. On the outside stood three high ranking summoners who were skilled in the art of deadly magic. Nothing was getting in or out without the League's consent. This is where Kha'Zix found himself.
Again, most found it to be an immeasurable amount of torture. Eventually, everyone needs some sort of social interaction. They need human contact. Champions put in the maximum security cells got none. Depending on their crime, it could be weeks, or even months before being let out. Surely they would go insane by then. For Kha'Zix, it was peaceful more than painful. He sat down on the cold concrete ground and rested his eyes while pondering what his next move was. Escape was obviously not an option, nor was fighting his way out, for surely the institute would overpower him. The only possibility was a merciful sentence from the council, but he would probably be sentenced to death.
"I guess I'm gonna need a miracle" he said to no one in particular.
...
Rengar had been in the hospital for a few weeks now. No champion had ever heard of anything that could put him down so easily. He was embarrassed as much as angry for losing. And now, finally, he could leave that wretched place they called a "hospital" and get back on his feet. He didn't consider himself afraid of anything, but damn, fucking needles man. He would start with the mess hall, where the bulk of the champions would be. One of them would show him to where Kha'Zix was, surely.
On the path there, he inspected his new hand. It looked normal and felt somewhat the same. He even flexed it to make sure there was nothing out of place. All seemed well until he bumped into a familiar figure along the way.
"I'm sorry I didn't see…" she began, "Rengar?!"
Rengar put his hand on his the back of his head before letting out a small laugh. "Yeah, it's me. Howya been Rivie?"
"I told you not to call me that." Riven pouted while playfully punching him in the arm. "It's been weeks. I've...- I've missed you." She instantly wore a blush redder than a tomato.
"Haha, yeah, I've missed you too. I'm all patched up now and ready to go. Is everyone in the mess hall?" he asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Good, let's go there; I have a question to ask everyone."
They continued walking down the path as an awkward but somewhat peaceful silence took over. The hulking beast of man looked almost cartoonish compared to the small but still strong Riven. The wind died down and timed seemed to stop. That was when she spoke up.
"Reng-gar."
"Yes?"
"How is Nidalee?"
Rengar dropped his head a little. "She is still in a coma. The doctors are trying their best to get her out of it, but it could be months before she wakes up." His voice was lined with sadness.
"I know you two were lovers, but, I've always thought us close." She could barely get the words out, her face blushing more profusely than before. "I was wondering…?"
Rengar sighed. "I do like you Riven. I do. But, I still love Nidalee. She is in there because of me and my foolishness."
"You have to accept that she may never come out of that coma, Renagr. You have to move on."
After a brief silence Rengar put his hands on Riven's shoulders and looked her dead in the eye.
"I know. I know." His words were laced with pain, "And I will. But first I have to deal with the one who did this to me and her. Then maybe, just maybe, there can be a you and me."
This seemed to instantly brighten Riven's mood as she stared back into Rengar's face. She attempted to cup his chin but failed due to his massive size. "I'll be holding you to that."
They walked in silence for the remainder of the trip to the cafeteria. Approaching the doors, Rengar could hear the chatter of his fellow champions and friends. He eagerly awaited his entrance. It was time for vengeance…
…
The shadows of two figures appeared behind the window of the large doors behind the mess hall. A couple champions noticed but couldn't make out any features. Suddenly the doors swung open and revealed Rengar with Riven standing beside him. Riven seemed to be blushing a tiny bit, but Rengar held no expression on his face. The whole room fell quiet and the eyes of all champions were glued to him as he began striding into the center of the large room. He stood between the Noxian and Demacian table, which were located directly in the middle of the mess hall. After seeing he had everyone's attention, he spoke.
"I have returned. And I am better than ever." His voice was quiet at first, but growing louder with each syllable. "I am looking for the Void beast known as Kha'Zix." He waited a few seconds with no one speaking up. He threw his arms up in frustration. "Well?! Will none of you tell me his whereabouts? Surely you can't be trying to protect that… thing!"
Irelia stood from her table and walked up to Rengar. She stared him in the eyes the entire way, and it took all her will to not break his gaze. His eyes had certain ferocity and murderous intent behind them that it almost frightened her. Almost.
She stood mere inches away from him. She had to crane her neck upward to get a full view of his face since she was only 5'5 and he was at least 7 feet. After an intense battle of eyes, she broke the silence.
"Kha'Zix is being held in the maximum security cell on the deepest floor in the institute. Few have visited it, less have returned." She said.
"Ah, so he is atoning for the attack he committed to Nidalee and me. Serves him right."
"No. The charge has been put onto you and Nidalee for that incident. Your trial has been postponed for unlisted reasons."
"Then why the fuck is he down there?!" Rengar practically yelled in Irelia's face.
"He… he killed the great Wuju master yesterday. He didn't even put up a fight. Rengar, Yi is dead."
Rengar was stunned. It felt as if someone had just punched him in the gut. He reeled backwards and stumbled out of the room. Yi was one of his closest friends, and to think he died because Rengar couldn't kill Kha'Zix in the first place… It made him sick. He rumbled out of the mess hall and emptied the contents of his stomach all over the garden. It hurt. He fell to his knees and clasped his head before letting out a mournful cry. But then, all that pain turned to something else. Rengar felt something consume him whole. A familiar emotion. Anger.
It reared its head more than it ever had. It took over him, and before he knew it, he had gotten to his feet and began punching the wall outside the cafeteria while letting out a bloodcurdling roar. His vision was hazy and red, and his vocal cords hurt from his immense yell. It seemed to shake the very ground he stood on. However, his anger eventually subsided, as it always does. Rengar turned around and saw half of the champions outside staring at him. Riven walked up to him and put her hand on his cheek.
"We'll get revenge. For Yi and Nidalee." She said.
Irelia strode over to the duo and eyed them over quickly.
"Look. Whatever you're planning for that bug, I'm in. I can't sit by and watch him get executed by the institute. He needs to suffer and atone for his actions." She said, before adding. "Also, I'm not doing this for either of you. This is for Yi. Consider this a temporary alliance. Not a permanent one."
"Sounds good." Riven said slightly angered.
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It had been exactly 13 hours and 26 minutes before Kha'Zix heard bolts in the giant metal door begin turning. He had kept track of the time and also figured a way out of this grim situation. It would be risky, but risky sounded better than executed. Before the doors had fully opened, a gas was sprayed into his cell. Within 30 seconds he was knocked out cold. A group of high mages took his body and carried it out to god knows where.
The first thing he noted when he woke up was the position he was in. Kha'Zix assumed he had been knocked out for at least a couple of hours. In that time, he had obviously been carried here and put in this… thing.
He looked at the seat he was in. It was made of metal and had bracelets made of metal clasped to his ankles, wrists, and elbows. His scythes had leather sheathes on the, and on his neck was a collar chained to the ground. After a few pulls, he confirmed that he could not break any of it and escape was not an option… right now.
"Kha'Zix!" A loud voice boomed from directly in front of him.
Kha'Zix diverted his attention to the source of the voice and saw a summoner sitting in the shadows in a large chair. He noticed that there were 11 others surrounding him in a circle. Making 12 total.
"So, you must be those "grand summoners" I've heard of. I'm flattered all of you want to talk to me." Kha'Zix said sarcastically.
"Silence!" The first one boomed again, "You know the reason we have called you here. These are the trials. We will first state your crime and then decide upon a punishment. It will be decided by using majority rule. Any objections?"
"Tons of them."
"Good, lets being then. You, Kha'Zix, also known as the Reaver of the Void, are being charged with the murder of a fellow champion, Master Yi. Do you accept this as true or object?"
"If you're asking whether it happened or not, then I can assure you, I cut his head off with my own blades!" Kha'Zix said and began laughing at the end.
"Good. We will now decide your punishment."
They whispered to each other. Kha'Zix tried his best to hear them, but even with his advanced hearing, he could not understand what they were saying. After a few painfully long minutes, the first one spoke again.
"We have come to a conclusion. We, the high council, find you guilty of murder of another champion. The punishment is death by execution, taking place tomorrow at noon. Do you have any objections?"
"None." If a beast from the Void could grin, then Kha'Zix would be.
A/N: Here is the scheduled chapter as promised. As always, please excuse my grammar and spelling mistakes. Leave a review if you're feeling generous. I'm always welcome to criticism. Anyway, hope you had a good read with this and I look forward to seeing you next time, friends.
P.S. Rito is nerfing Kha'Zix again. WHYYYYYYYYYYY
