Hello everyone! This is the Chapter where there is a very disturbing scene between Swain and Kat. So, head's up. I was thinking of writing a fanfic between Draven and a female Champ, but I haven't picked out which one yet. Personally, I think Draven is the ultimate badboy. And I still have to do Caitlyn's. So, if you have any ideas, as always throw them at me! (: And go check out Moran, if you haven't already! Reviews, as always. And my love.

Chapter 26:

When Jarvan was thrown back into the cell with his companions, he was numb. The golden glow that emitted from all Demacians had been sucked from his soul; he was pale. For the first time in his life, Garen saw his best friend weak, tired, and heartbroken. The shadows slammed the door behind Jarvan, and he just looked at his friends sadly. Garen stood up slowly, and locked eyes with the Prince. They were red: he had been crying. Jarvan, crying?

"What's wrong, Jarv?" Garen asked.

Jarvan looked from Garen to Katarina and back again. "My father is dead." He ignored the apologizes, threats, and looks of revenge. "He was killed in front of me. Swain has Shyvana, Lux, and Vayne locked somewhere here as well."

"We'll have to find them," Katarina said as she stood beside Garen. He looked down at her and admired her perseverance, but it wasn't that simple. And she knew that.

"We need to find a way out," Marcus said from beside Gangplank.

"Aye, son, we won't be able to do anything 'till then," Gangplank agreed. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he smiling. "Don't thank me now, boys, but I think I found a solution to yer problem."

"Which would be?" Caitlyn asked, pulling herself up and straightening her skirt.

"Hello there," came a voice from above them. Ezreal was peeking out from a whole the size of a ceiling tile. His light blue eyes shone with joy that he had found them, and he waved to them all with a small shake of his hand.

Garen let out a small chuckle. "Ezreal, how did you –"

"No time to explain," Ezreal said hurriedly. "Swain has shadows all over the city. I can get you out of here, but you'll be on your own once we reach the castle floor."

"Let's go," Marcus said and positioned himself below Ezreal. He took a small jump and hoisted himself up into the ceiling.

One by one, the champions followed Ezreal into the damp crevasse that he had come out of. It was some time before they were able to navigate to the first floor of the castle. Ezreal was explaining what had happened when Swain had overtaken the city. Everyone was forced into their homes, and they were magically sealed. He came straight for the palace and had the shadows pull Lux out of Crownguard Manor. Ezreal had been able to hide and find his way into the castle as soon as they had left the city streets. He had located Lux – she was alright – and through listening to LeBlanc, Ezreal had found that Garen and his party had been imprisoned. He always knew that Swain was planning to kill King Jarvan in order to corrupt Prince Jarvan. Jarvan had assured him that just because his father was dead, it would never make him turn to Noxus. The time for diplomacy was over. Ezreal had also told them that the Royal Vanguard was imprisoned deeper inside the castle, and he hadn't any idea where they were. He proceeded to tell them it was by sheer luck he had found them.

They reached a golden hallway, and Ezreal pushed a block out of the way to be able to let them all out. He went though first, and helped pull Marcus out. As soon as everyone was standing on their feet, they plotted their next move.

"I need to find Swain," Katarina said, but her words were directed towards Garen.

"No, we'll all go," Garen insisted, his blue eyes locked with her green ones.

"No," Katarina said rather firmly. "He must die, and I must be the one to kill him. Once he's gone, you will have your city back. It's my fault we're in this mess anyway."

"It's not," Garen placed his hands on her small shoulders, taking in how beautiful her eyes were with the sunrise shining off of them. But, he knew nothing he could say would change her mind. "Be careful, Katarina."

"Dad?" Katarina turned to her father, who gave her a small nod with a look of defeat. "I'll come find you, I promise."

Garen let his hands drop as she turned and ran down the hallway. He sighed and looked to Ashe, who only offered him a look of understanding. "Right then. Let's move out."

Katarina ran down the hallway, ever so familiar with the castle. She slid through shadows and hid between corners, trying to avoid the shadows that surrounded her. She knew Swain would be in the throne room, but she hadn't any idea how she was going to get there. Her eyes wandered through the rooms, looking for any sign of life. There wasn't any. Katarina wondered if Swain had really killed everyone in the castle… Somehow, it wouldn't surprise her. She stopped outside of the throne room with a sigh, and looked at the golden doors. All she had to do was slide them open and there he would be. But, unarmed and scared as she was, she knew she couldn't do that.

"Katarina," came a whisper. She jumped and looked around, stanched to fight, but she couldn't see anyone. "It's Karthus." She immediately relaxed, but where was he…? "You'll be needing these." Two blades appeared in her hands, and she grasped them tightly. "They're encrypted with Arcane magic. Use them wisely, love."

With newfound confidence, Katarina grasped her blades. She waited until the giant doors opened and the shadows slipped out. Before the doors could close, she snuck her way through and slid along the wall until she could get a view of Swain. He was sitting on the throne – it sickened her as much as every Demacian – a book in his lap. LeBlanc was no where in sight; now was her chance. If she could kill Swain, she could end this war. Carefully, she crept through the throne room, blades in hand. She needed a good shot, maybe puncture his peripheral artery and have him bleed out in front of her. She stopped half way to the throne and lined her blade up with his neck. Never had she been so nervous or confident about anything in her life. Until, a light flashed about her and she was binded.

Swain merely looked up and closed his book. "I knew it would only be a matter of time before you came." Katarina struggled in the bind as Swain approached her menacingly. "You just couldn't stay away, could you?" He reached through the bind and took her blades from her. With a snap of his fingers, they disappeared. "Come now, I have a surprise for you."

With a snap of his fingers, the two were inside a small room. Katarina was suddenly tied to a wheel that was spinning, and Swain standing above her. There was no door, no way out. And Katarina realized before long what he was planning on doing.

"Katarina, I've always been a simple man with simple wants. For a long time, you've helped me accomplish them," he told her and leaned down to her level. "Do you remember the first time you helped me with those wants?"

Swain pressed a finger against her forehead and she cried out in terror as he forced her to relive that horrible night.

She was tied to a bed, her arms out in front of her, chained to the bedframe. Her knees were tied together so she was in child's pose, and her mouth gagged. Her body was naked and sore from Swain's constant beatings. All she wanted to was to be done, to have this finally over with. But, with every smack from Swain, came more obedience from her.

"Are you done disobeying now?" Swain asked from behind her. Another smack, and another cry emitted her lips. "I'll teach you how to obey me without questions."

She felt him climb onto the bed, his feet pushing hers wider. Her emerald eyes widened; she knew what was coming. Another smack, this time against her back. She arched her back unwillingly as Swain pushed himself into her, and grabbed her long red hair. She cried out in pain and tears fell down her cheeks as he began to move in and out of her.

"There, that's a good girl," he coaxed. He pulled at the rope tying her to bed, making her lift herself into a doggy-style position. He began to move faster and Katarina cried out. "Scream all you want, Katarina."

Her breathing was heavy from her crying, but also from the pleasure. She didn't understand – how was this good? How? He pulled her body back into his, completely filling her. She screamed in pain as he grabbed both of her hips and thrusted harder. His hand came up to cover her mouth, and she could do nothing but let it happen. After a few minutes, his fingers ran down to her neck. He grabbed it, choking her, as she begged him to stop. But, he didn't. Not until his breathing became quicker and he unleashed his load into her. Swain dropped the rope, making Katarina fall onto the bed back into child's pose. With an evil laugh, he exited the room, leaving Katarina in pain and in the dark.

"It appears that we have to teach you again, doesn't it?" he asked, his eyes bearing into hers, evilly and willingly.

She didn't respond as he began to undress himself, and watched in horror as he stepped closer to her. For the first time in a long time, she prayed. Prayed that she wouldn't have to endure it again, prayed that she would make it out alive, and prayed that Garen would never find out.