Chapter Updated on 5/7/18 (7/5/18 for the US sp-eds)


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KAYVAAN

[Kayvaan.]

[Yes, I am Kayvaan. I have always been Kayvaan. Kayvaan is me. But what kind of person am I?]

Violence. Stabbing. Flashes. Blood. Pain. Anger. Death.

[I hurt people… am I bad? Am I a threat?]

Protect. Aid. Kill. Righteous

[I kill, therefore I am. I am good. I do it for good. I think…]

Flare. Her face. Why is it always her? Who? When?

[Shi. Shi'Areah. Little. Sister. Little sister.]

Must protect. Must avenge.

[I was not strong enough. She is gone. Only I remain to carry on the family.]

She was sick. She was weak.

[Weak. Weakness is a disgrace.]

She caused you so much pain.

[She. Second face. The Noble one. Blending.]

Protect. Protect from pain.

[Pain. I feel pain. Pain in my chest. I am bleeding. There are loud noises. Can't move my legs.]

Pain.


When he wakes up, he is in pain. One lens is cracked, shards punctured into his skin. Pain.

Flickers over the other eye. 'Warning: Memory Fracturing'

He tries to remember, but he can't. He can only see her face. And the fires.

Kayvaan's eyes widen. One is covered in caked blood, the other is shielded by a green tint. He tries to move.

"Unggghh…" he moans as he feels the weight on his chest. Flames crackle around the room.

"Wha- happened?" he asks, answered only by the roaring of fires.

Too much explosives. How? He measured them out the night before. He knew they would come for him. So he was ready. He needs to be here. But now he can't move. Bricks and metal pin him to the ground.

He needs to warp and move. But not like before. He can't go home yet, he still has work to do here. He has to move through what's blocking him. This is different. He concentrates, feels the ashes come to him, break from him. His vision fades to black and white and grey and everything in between and he moves through the tangible objects. He does not disappear and reappear, he is half in, and half out. He moves in the real world and in negatives.

The rubble that was previously pinning him to the floor shifts now that he is not underneath it anymore. The straitjacket is also left behind to burn in his wake. He hears groaning to his left. He turns. It's the Sheriff. Caitlyn. The one who's been hunting him.

She looks pinned too. Something definitely went wrong. The blast was too big? Was he sabotaged? It's the only explanation.

He stumbles over to her, something is definitely broken inside of him. He looks down and notices the gash in his side. A piece of rebar is still inside which he grasps to pull out. The wound bleeds profusely but he moves on. He reaches Caitlyn and collapses at her side, grasping the metal beam to pull off. He has to help her. He never wanted the police hunting him. He wanted to work with them to clear the streets of crime. Kayvaan didn't want any more enemies.

He closes his eyes. He breathes. In. Out. In. Out. And then he is in the place where he no longer has to breathe. The ashen form that floats through the rubble. He forms around her, not yet whole but not gone quite yet. He grasps her, and she becomes shadows too. She groans and shifts in his arms as he pulls her out of the rock and steel.

He lets go of her and she falls, solid again. He turns away, and floats towards the wall. So tired. So much work. As his form impacts the wall, his mind and ashes go towards a vent, reappearing on the other side of the wall. His body can't trespass solid objects, it can only go through cracks and holes.

He feels paralyzing cold and his ashes slam together, dropping him to his knees. No more ashes for now, he can't, it hurts too much. He coughs and black liquid drips through his rebreather, pooling below his wretched body. His hand moves to his side and soon blood is leaking through the cracks between his fingers. He slowly raises himself to his feet and stumbles forward. All around him is fire and destruction. Doorways are blocked by rubble, corpses everywhere, blood in the air.

He turns left at an intersection and continues, resting against the wall every so often. So. Tired. He keeps moving forward. He throws open a door. The guards inside are dead, flames lick at the shelves upon shelves of evidence inside the archives. He knows where to go, what area to get what he needs. Can hardly see, so much smoke in the air. His rebreather tries to filter out the fumes but they are getting to him.

He breaks open a locked drawer and riffles through it. Wrong one. He tries the one next to it and finds it. He grips the small vial of blackness and whirls away. Hobbling towards the window, he can barely see. The heat and smoke are too much. As he flies through the window, time seems to slow.

Falling, falling through the city. Walkways inch by, windows, balconies, people. He'll keep falling until he hits something or reaches the bottom and drowns in the Zaun Gray. And then he feels something grip him.

"Don't worry," he hears as brilliant metal wings flap above him, "I've got you…"

His mind and body are exhausted and as he loses consciousness, he hears one last word- "…Kay."


He awakens in an unfamiliar bed, wrapped in bandages and little else. He doesn't know how he got here, wherever here is. He turns his head to the side to look around. His clothes and armor are folded and set on a chair. Next to that is a nightstand with two things on top. A folded piece of paper and a vial of darkness.

He reaches shakily towards the note and opens it.

'You're a long way from home little shadow. This is one of my hideouts so do with it what you will. I would suggest turning on the news when you're ready, you're all the talk of the cities.'

Then he remembers everything, sitting up with a start. The sudden movements cause him to cough, flecks of black and red coat the white sheets. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and groans. He slowly swings his legs out of the bed and tentatively stands up, wandering towards the far wall where a television is set up. He turns it on and watches.

"…ple continue to go missing in lower Zaun. Experts believe a serial killer of some kind is hiding down there. Police have begun to look in to it but the search is slow due to recent events.

Speaking of recent events, the attack on the Piltover/Zaun Police Department last week that left many officers wounded or dead is being mourned today by families, friends, and citizens of both cities. A memorial is being erected in Hutchinson Square to remember the forty three lives lost in the incident. The Police Department is still tight-lipped about details but it is rumored that the infamous Vigilante known as Umbrella had something to do with it. Their whereabouts and motives are still unknown but it seems as though Officer Vi is working with a new individual while her partner Caitlyn recovers from the explosion. The Police will be making a statement later this week on the situation of Piltover's most iconic duo. Now onto the next subject.

Curators at the Piltover Museum are still baffled by the apparent theft of the Shuriman Exhibition last month. While all of the jewelry and relics have been left, it appears only minor things such as a few tomes and some vials of a Shuriman well have gone missing. Police were given a sample by the Museum and evidence although it may have been damaged during the attack. Officers and Emergency Responders are still sifting through the rubble of the Precinct Headquarters.

The Zaun Gray has continued to expand and a momentous rate. Scientists from all over Valoran are studying it although none can seem to find ways to expel it. One theory is that it is formed fro…"

Kayvaan turned off the television. It seemed as though his infiltration into the Police Headquarters had gone rather poorly. While he had retrieved what he needed, the police now believed he had murdered over forty officers.

He didn't know who had helped him that night, or why they had but he was thankful. Maybe there were more allies out there for him. But for now, he was on his own it seemed.

He grabbed his clothes and began to slip them on. Although washed thoroughly, the stench of smoke and seared flesh still clung to them as desperately as the bloodstains that surrounded the numerous tears in the material. He buckled the breastplate around himself and with a whir, it expanded slightly, plates sliding out to cover his neck and then his face. He put his rebreather on, one eye still peering out of the hole over his left eye. The gears inside of the mask clicked into place alongside those in his breastplate and wound together silently. He gently picked up the vial in a gloved hand before closing his fist, concentrating on home.

In a second, he was gone, leaving faint ashes behind.


Unknown Time


Kayvaan laughed as he chased after the cherry blossoms. The small pink petals twirled through the garden in the slightly chilly air. His small pudgy hands grabbed at them but each time they eluded his clumsy attempts. Behind him, his little sister waddled along, following.

"Kay, wait up!" she whined.

"Kira come on!" he called over his shoulder as he continued to sprint in between rows and rows of the pink foliage.

Off to the side of the grove, their older siblings played Mira stones at a table with some of their cousins. Their fingers expertly grabbed the tiny colored rocks and moved them to the different spaces of the wooden board in complex maneuvers. He was still too young to understand the game, the closest he got to it was almost swallowing one of the pieces before his mother made him spit it out. It was fine that he was left to his own devices, he hadn't visited his grandparents in five years and he didn't even remember the first time as he was only just able to walk, so he would much rather explore their garden for the first time in memory.

Behind the other children, their parents talked. His mother sat almost on top of his father, the two of them laughing as they talked to his mother's siblings and their spouses. They sipped from wooden cups of rice wine in between the words. He giggled when he remembered the one time when his sister Karynn and his brother Kian made him drink so much of the foul liquid that he could barely walk straight. His mother had been so furious that day, she made them sleep outside with only a threadbare blanket for two nights.

His uncle sat on a stool, playing Smiles from Juran on his Shawzin. He paused for a moment, focusing on the tunes as his uncle deftly plucked the strings with precision and care. In fact, he was so focused on the song that he ran into something. Falling back onto his bottom, he rubbed his forehead with both hands and held back tears.

Suddenly he felt two strong hands grasp him below his arms and lift him into the air.

"Whoa there kiddo!" laughed his grandfather, "Watch where you're going Dancer!"

Kayvaan covered his face with his hands and blushed. Even though the last time he saw him was three years ago when mother was still pregnant with Kira, Kayvaan still loved his grandfather. From the envelopes he sent on holidays and on his birthday to the stories his mother told of her childhood, Kayvaan knew he was a great and nice man.

Kayvaan was lifted up onto his grandfather's shoulder and was bounced up and down until he giggled. His grandfather heard Kira walk up and he turned around before crouching down.

"And who's this?" he asked Kayvaan, "She wasn't there when I visited."

"This is Kira," answered Kayvaan.

Kira screamed as she too was picked up and placed on the other shoulder and bounced as his grandfather spun around.

"My Shi'Areah!" said Kayvaan in his father's family's old tongue.

"My little sister!" he shouted when his grandfather pretended not to understand.

"Well hello Miss Kira!" laughed his grandfather as he gazed up into the eyes of his youngest grandchild.

Kayvaan looked around as they spun and became worried as the sounds of music and laughter from his family ceased, replaced by a gnawing emptiness broken only by the crackling of warping reality. Wisps of darkness seeped from the corners of the courtyard and enveloped the edges, covering his family in shadows and ashes. The tide of black continued onwards, leaving behind husks of floating ash that had stopped what they were doing before and shambled towards them, following the wave of darkness.

Kayvaan screamed.

"What's wrong kiddo?" asked his grandfather.

Kayvaan looked down and yelped again as the shadowy façade of his grandfather looked up at him. A skeletal body made of patches of shadows and instead of a face, a large gaping mouth with dark teeth made of black ashes. Kira was gone and Kayvaan fell through the incorporeal form of what was his grandfather and landed in the rapidly shrinking patch of light.

All around him, the beautiful cheery blossom trees were swallowed by shadows, twisting and warping into abused husks of their former selves. The gusts of wind and creaking of trees was completely replaced by an emptiness as quiet as death.

As the shadows reached him and crawled up his body, Kayvaan opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. He was pulled down into the shadows as the husks of his family lunged at him, dark claws extended and mouths open, ready to tear into his flesh.

Darkness all around, everywhere.

He opened his eyes and jumped up, falling out of his bed. He looked around, finally realizing where he was. On the far table, his chemical equipment still dripped away, concocting substances for his needs. On the side was the small vial of shadows, half empty, and the used needle next to it that he had injected himself with.

His locked chest was at the foot of the bed, containing his birthright, twin weapons from the armories of Kashuri. He continued to spin and was startled as a human shaped figure detached from the shadows and jumped at him with razor claws. He fell backwards and pushed his hand out, surprised as the shadowy form broke apart on contact.

As the pieces floated away into nothingness, a faint call was heard.

"W-w-what's wro-ong K-k-id-do"

As the final pieces dissipated into the night, he swore he heard the faint notes of strings being plucked and the laughter of children.


IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTES BELOW

PLEASE READ TO LEARN THE FUTURE OF THE PROJECT AND HOW YOU CAN BECOME INVOLVED

Alright, it's been a great first leg of our journey together! Lasting around 8 months and with a terrible schedule, I can safely say that Sequence 1 is over and I sincerely hope you enjoyed it!

This chapter rewrite stemmed from my dissatisfaction of the final chapter that didn't tie up as many ends as I wanted to and didn't get me to the place I wanted to be in the story overall. Pretty much the only thing you guys know about Kayvaan is his name and some other useless stuff. This hopefully fleshes out his character a little bit and takes away from the retarded OC subtype of grimdarkness by showing a lighter side of his childhood. But not too much. Can't have Kayvaan going soft now.

(Seriously though, writers only want one thing and it's disgusting)

((Easy single-sided self-inserts that get instant harems and pussy))

*cough* a particular unnamed celestial deity turned human *cough* *cough*

(((This will be a slowmance of Caitlyn and Kayvaan I promise, just wait and see)))

((((I actually have no idea how to write a romance so this will be a learning experience for both of us))))

Throughout writing this story so far, I listened to a playlist of music (what I do for most of my work to get into a specific mood of what I want to write). It was a really tough playlist to make as I had to cram only five songs into a Spotify playlist. I limited myself only to Spotify rather than Youtube and the internet in general as I wanted to have easy downloaded access to my playlist on multiple devices so I could listen to the music whenever, wherever.

This Sequence's song was Walking with a Ghost by Kadebostany.

And yes, Smiles from Juran is a real song and is one of my favorite. It is an OST from Warframe and I thought that it's theme fit perfectly. It will make appearances later so I suggest you listen to it at least once.

The first four parts of Sequence 2 will come out sometime after my summer vacation and will be released on a regular schedule while I write the second half. That Sequence's song will also be released at the beginning rather than at the end like this one. The only hint I can give right now is that it is a song by Them Crooked Vultures. \

The Order is Given, my other story, will continue to be updated sporadically but just know that I have some great ideas I'm heating up in that pressure cooker called my brain.

Special thanks to my good pal and beta SiRoLoL for always being available even though our timezones are like 12 hours apart. If it weren't for my insomnia-plagued friend, none of this would be possible. I love you, you beautiful commie fucker. Also a special thanks to the Fanfiction Fiesta Discord Server for all of the good times, I've had a lot of fun with you guys over this past year and can't wait for more shenanigans and backstabs!

And to you dear readers, I thank you for supporting me. Every review, every favorite, every follow, even every view gives the will to continue writing stories. It is because of you that all of this is possible and I thank you for it. I would love to receive more submissions from you guys on characters as I don't want it to just be my story. I know my vision of the twin cities is different than the norm and I want this world to continue to grow and someday become not just my vision but your vision as well! I ask for nothing and this is only optional of course. Also! If you generally want to meet me and other writers and League players of all calibers that you join the Discord server I am a part of. The link is on my profile and can also be found below. I'd love to get to meet each and every one of you and my friends would too!

This is Fresh Sorc signing off for now!


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How to get your OC in my story!

Alright, now the thing you've all been waiting for… hopefully.

I'll need a few things in no particular order-

Keep in mind only submissions for characters from Zaun and/or Piltover will be accepted at this time

Name:

Age(ish): Just an age range

Who they are: Human? do they have robotic implants? are they a robot?

Personality:

Backstory: doesn't have to be long, I just want to know

Relationships (if any) with other characters/champions: relationships can span from enemies to lovers and anywhere in between.

Any other facts:

I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO CHANGE YOUR SUBMITTED CHARACTER HOWEVER I SEE FIT WITHOUT NOTIFYING YOU. CHARACTERS IN THE FORM OF REVIEWS WILL BE IGNORED AND REMOVED.

I will try to work with you the best I can to keep your characters true to what you intend but may have to change things to make them work in the story.

Feel free to email your stuff to FreshSubmissions1313 gmail .com or PM me on fanfiction. (Just remove the spaces from the email)

I don't have a specific date where submissions will be cut off but it is sometime in August.

Thanks!


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