"...and believe me, Draven has been in tons of fights, but thanks to these bad boys" Draven flexes, showing off some rather unimpressive/nonexistent biceps, "Draven hasn't lost a single one." Katarina holds back her laughter as she has now began to enjoy this little show by Darius's little brother. Darius however, holds his head down in his hands in embarrassment, while Riven is dying of laughter outside on the porch. "So yeah...Draven has done a lot of talking about Draven. Tell me about yourself now...but it would be understandable if you'd love to hear more about" he slicks his hair back, "Draaaaven..."
"Well..." Kat chokes on a giggle, "what can you do that would impress my father." Darius grabs Draven, and covers his mouth before he can speak.
"He'll do whatever he can get, as long as it pays." Draven slides Darius's hand off his mouth for a moment.
"Draven has higher standards than that!" Darius smacks his hand back over his brother's mouth.
"Like I said; if it pays, he'll do it." Kat eyes the struggling the Draven as Darius holds him back from performing any further actions on his own. She then scans Darius, and catches a pleading look in his eyes. The thought of having the power over these two men's careers puts a small grin on her face like the sadist she is. Kat stands up and nods.
"I suppose it is the duty of the nobles to assist the lower class...I'll tell my father about job openings for your..." she looks down at Draven still being held down by Darius, but he manages to wink as their eyes meet, "your brother..."
Darius smiles, and bows his head in gratitude. "I really appreciate this, Kat!" And with that, Darius steps out of the house, with Draven in hand. She looks out the window, and watches as Darius begins to yell at Draven for 'being an idiot'. Katarina flips her hair and scoffs as she thinks about how much of a pain it is to heed the wishes of peasants. A slow clap jots her out of her thoughts as she looks to the second floor. There, Cassie begins to make her descent down the stairs, slowly clapping in a sarcastic manner.
"Look at you...being all nice to people all of a sudden." Kat snorts.
"Pfft, me? Nice?" She looks away from Cassie and begins to scan her fingernails. "I was merely listening to the problems of a commoner, as all good nobles should do." Cassie takes a seat on the couch and crosses her legs.
"You felt sad when you saw Darius's expression, didn't you?"
"How did you- I mean, no way!" Kat tries as hard as she can to cover up the truth, but her sister is just too observant. Kat sighs as she begins to fumble her words attempting to come up with a lie, but decides she cannot lie to Cassie. "Okay, fine...I felt sorry for them." Kat takes a seat next to her sister. "It's just...that ever since Talon came into our lives, I started to realize how well off we are compared to the rest of Noxus."
"You can't think like that, Katarina. Our father and mother have earned everything we own, and we work hard now so we can be deserving of such things as well-"
"Yeah, I know that!" Kat interrupts Cassie, loudly. "But...all I have going for me are my combat skills...and yet Talon, Darius, and even Riven are all stronger than I am...they deserve better because they are better!" Cassie is stunned to hear Kat talk badly about herself. Not knowing what to say, she gives her sister a pat on the shoulder, then walks up the stairs and into her room, leaving Katarina alone with her thoughts.
Demacia
Quinn and I are able to catch our breath in an alleyway that was pretty secluded from the main road. Walking around with a girl duct taped, and bound by rope would be one of the quickest ways to be thrown out of Demacia, I'm sure. I grab my blade and make a quick cut on the binding, releasing Quinn. She grabs onto the tape covering her mouth and begins to count in her head, so I begin to mouth off numbers, too, while I watch.
One...
Two...
*RIIIIP*
"Ow! Fuck!" Quinn begins to tear up as she falls onto the ground, gripping her lips. She sits up and begins to breathe in and out, repeatedly. Once she collects herself, she looks up to me. "You couldn't help me out of that terrifying place any sooner?"
"I had problems of my own." Quinn sarcastically laughs.
"Oh yeah, pissing off the whole Crownguard family." She nods her head from side to side to show how annoyed she is with me. "You put that on yourself."
"I really didn't...besides, we have bigger problems than some teenage girl's forbidden love scandal." Quinn goes red in the face.
"It isn't a scandal! My love is pure!" She smacks her hands over her mouth and yells into them as she has said too much. I raise an eyebrow.
"Come on, I consider it forbidden since it's going to be nearly impossible for you to claim Jarvan's heart." Quinn appears to lose some life in her. "You alright? You look a bit pale."
"I...I'm fine." She lazily waves her around. "Thanks for reminding me about how stupid a guy can be..."
"Umm...you're welcome? Anyways, we need to get back to the palace and talk to Jarvan or the king. Shaco is not something that can be fought with mere guards."
"You seem pretty freaked out by this Shaco guy..." I laugh softly.
"I'm downright scared. Not of him, but of what he can do. The legend goes that if you cross paths with the Demon Jester, you don't live to tell the tale." Quinn seems a bit confused.
"So...he just kills you?"
"Yep."
"No reason?"
"Yep."
"That's a pretty lame legend."
"Well it's true, and he's a serial killer. He doesn't need a reason. Anyways, let's just head back to the palace for now."
Elsewhere in Demacia
"You can run...but you can't hide."
A woman who's clothes are torn and bloodied is running down a long, narrow side street. The street is empty and echoes as she yells out for help. She tries to run faster and faster, but the whisper only seems to get closer.
"The Light has abandoned you...only death remains."
Tears begin to rush down the woman's face as she trips and onto her hands and knees. Demonic laughter and footsteps causes her to curl up into a ball.
"Please don't cry. You'll make Shaco sad!"
The woman begins to shake and cry out louder in hopes someone will hear her.
"I said..." Shaco grabs the woman by her hair and lifts her up, "be quiet!" He jams a dagger into her neck, causing her to choke on her blood. He then begins to make a sawing motion, and soon the head detaches from the body. Using the hair as a strap, he starts to swing the head in a circular motion and leaves the body in the middle of the street.
Getting back into writing this story. Sorry that it's short, but I've been really busy with football.
The offer to play for Alabama/USC has become very competitive, so I've been grinding hard as hell this past month trying to be the best that I can be.
Next update...not sure when it'll be posted. Currently practicing hard as hell for the play-offs. I will be back to update as usual around winter break though. But I'll try and post often before that as well.