As Quinn and I walk through the palace gates, guards rush over to us, and practically drag us indoors. Once inside, a furious Jarvan and a busy palace is all we can see. Guards quickly rush in and out of the doors, attempting to dispatch all over the city in search of a serial killer.

Jarvan comes up to me, and grabs my shirt and lifts me up to match his height. He scowls as I stare blankly at him.

"Where...were you?" is all he mutters.

"If you'd let me down, I'll explain-"

"Start fucking talking! I've been calling you all night long!" he puts me down as I fix my collar and take a deep breath in preparation for the story he needs to hear.

"I know who the murderer is in the case of the slain guards." I say proudly, hoping to take a loud off the Prince's schedule. Instead, he smacks his forehead and grunts.

"Yes, we do, too! Because that same demon murdered a very important political advisor to my father, and about several other citizens last night and this morning! And all the while this was happening, I was told by Detective Conrad, you took Quinn and ran off into the night!" Jarvan's arms begin to shake in anger. "So you've better have a pretty damn good excuse, or I will get angry, Talon..." Jarvan slowly begins to creep towards me, so I take a few slow steps back and begin to explain my whereabouts.

"That demon...attempted to assassinate Lux. I stopped his attack, but he just vanished after failing." Jarvan slowly begins to walk in a circle as he massages his temples.

"Alright, Talon, that was a pretty good excuse I'll give you that..." he sighs loudly and walks to the large staircase in the center of the foyer. He sits down and looks me dead in the eye, which sends a chill down my spine. "However, that's not the worst of it." Curious as to what can be worst than a violent monster on the loose, I rest my arms at my side and lean towards the seated man. As I lean closer to hear his muttering words, he reaches out and grabs both of my arms, so I cannot move. I try to wrench myself free, but before I can wriggle loose, a swarm of Royal Soldiers storm into the room. They surround me, aiming their spears and swords, threatening to use deadly force if I even attempt to do anything.

Quinn begins yelling at the soldiers to release me, but they shove her back, and eventually out of the room. I look to Jarvan, as the men remove my weapons, and notice that he won't even look me in the eye. He looks at the ground and just repeatedly says 'I'm sorry' quietly to himself, but loud enough for me to hear.

"Why...?" I say lowly. He doesn't look at me, but he places his mouth next to my ear so he can whisper.

"My father doesn't believe a demon assassinated his advisor...and the blame falls on you since you're the only known assassin in Demacia..." his grip on my arms gets rougher as his voice becomes more hoarse, "but I believe you're the scapegoat. The public would be thrown into a panic if they thought a killer clown was in the city..." Jarvan finally looks at me, and shouts his final words to me before I'm placed into handcuffs, "I am so fucking sorry!"

As the cuffs are clapped on, I am yanked backwards, and forced to walk forward as I feel a spear dig into my back. My mind begins racing at a million miles per hour. Naturally, I want to use my abilities to break free and slaughter everyone who attempts to stop me from escaping, however, for the first time in my life I'm thinking of the well-being of Noxus. Acting out in a delicate situation like this could possibly lead to another war, and most definitely get traced back to Marcus and have the entire DuCouteau family take a short drop with a quick stop.

The palace doors open, and a carriage with a cage that looks like something out of a circus, awaits me at the gates. I smirk to myself as nostalgia washes over me. I step inside and take a seat with my back to the bars, close my eyes, and ignore the insults and death threats from the guards.

After a few minutes of waiting around, the carriage begins to get a move onto what I assume to be my final stop.

I begin to think about what a Demacian prison is like, and think it can't be as bad as a Noxian one.
But then again...I am a Noxian who is accused of assassinating a politician and murdering multiple civilians and guards...

So things might not end up well for little 'ol me.
Oh well...it was a fun ride while it lasted.

Shame the last day of my life is going to be spent behind the cold, iron bars of some government run basement they call a dungeon. But this is what I get...a divine punishment for a bad man who's committed many atrocities.

The temptation grows to just use my power and run...run and continue on living. Just don't think of the consequences...but I simply couldn't do that.

After all...I have a family I need to think about...

I shut my eyes and try to relive this past year through memories. Being trained by Marcus...sleeping in an actual bed...enjoying the food of royalty...meeting an array of interesting people...

"Well isn't that touching!" A familiar voice snaps me into reality as I open my eyes and spot the Demon Jester, Shaco, sitting on the opposite side of the carriage from me. He approaches me with a dagger in hand, but to my surprise, he swings with all his might and breaks the cuffs off my wrists. He looks at me and grins from ear to ear as the carriage comes to a sudden stop, followed by the cries of pain from the guards driving the vehicle. Silence follows the cries, and a Shaco clone unlocks the carriage for us. I'm hesitant to get up, but the clown hops out, and beckons for me to follow.

"Give me one reason why I should listen to you, clown?" I slide the broken cuffs off my wrist, as I watch Shaco's clone disappear in a cloud of smoke.

"No tricks this time, dear student!" He bends down, and grabs my blade, then tosses it at my feet. "I've grown bored of killing these weaklings, and I'm curious to see what you've learned from me!" Shaco chuckles and begins to juggle his daggers as he backs away from the carriage. I keep an eye on him as I begin to strap my blade to my arm. Once I feel the blade is secure, I slowly stand up and inch my way out of the cage. A small splash startles me as I hop out, so I look down and see that I've stepped in a pool of blood that has just splattered all over my shoes and pant legs. "Oh, my bad. Forgot to tell you to watch your step!"

"Don't worry about it...so, uhh...how are we doing this?" I begin to circle Shaco as he does the same.

"I'll let you make the first move, isn't that what a good teacher would do?" His smile unnerves me, so I smile back.

"No, no, no, I insist you make the first move!" Shaco's smile falters, but he lets out a small giggle.

"Please...what kind of teacher would I be if I didn't let you go first!" I nod my head from side to side.

"And what kind of student would I be if I never learned how to engage properly from my teacher!"

"Well...since you're asking for it..." Shaco stops moving as his smile turns into a frown.

A small gust of air activates my reflexes, so I duck down and look back to spot a Shaco clone coming at me from behind. I focus my mind, and place myself behind the clone and immediately lift my blade up to block a flying dagger from the real Shaco. The barrage of attacks from both clowns puts me on the defensive, as I slowly become pushed back. My focus momentarily breaks, as I slip on some blood from one of the dead guard's. Shaco uses my mistake against me, and kicks my chest to push me to the ground. Shaco and his clone lunge towards me, aiming their daggers at my body. I place my blade over my chest, and use my left hand to help push back the four knives coming down at me. The attack recoils Shaco, giving me a chance to guess which one is the real him, so I swing to the one on the right and slash his legs.

Unfortunately, it disappears in a cloud of smoke, followed by his annoying laughter. "Wrong one!" He says tauntingly.

"I can fucking see that!" I yell out in frustration as I hop onto my feet.

Now in a one on one situation, I begin to feel as if I have the advantage now, so I thrust my blade forward. Shaco steps to the side so I slash left only to be parried by his daggers. Annoyed with the fact that I just can't seem to hit him, I begin to swing wildly as he just blocks everything. However, I notice he can't seem to keep up with his defense due to my blade being much, much larger than his knives, so even though I don't have the energy to continue swinging at this speed, I force myself to do so.

His defense breaks, and I finally see the opening I've been waiting for. I throw my entire body behind my blade, and dig right into his chest...but a familiar sting in my stomach causes me to remove my blade from his chest and jump backwards. I look down, and spot both of his daggers stuck inside my body. I look up at him as he smiles and coughs up blood.

"T-tie game..." He mutters as he attempts to chuckle, but stops immediately when all that comes out is blood, and vanishes before my eyes.

I tap the hilt of the daggers that are inside me, and decide it would be best to leave them alone as to not cause my blood to come pouring out of my body. My legs begin to wobble, so I sit down, and look at my surroundings. I never noticed it, but the carriage was taking me outside of the city...

Classic Demacia...needs to keep everything perfect so the prisons are not inside the city. Maybe I could escape now? I attempt to get up, but my body grows numb, so I fall onto my back like a rag doll and stare at the blinding sun.

How humiliating...I'll never know if my final blow killed that demon, but I get the feeling that his might kill me.

As I lay there, I think back to how many near death situations I was put in this past year alone...and about seventy-five percent of them were Kat's fault. You would think after the amount of times I've been stabbed, I'd grow an immunity to knives. Or with the amount of sexual advances from any of the girls I've met, I'd have been a father to at least three kids.

The more I think about it, the more I begin to fear dying right here. There's so much I haven't experienced...and so much that I could but choose not to. Maybe, when...no...if I somehow get back to Noxus...I'm going to take a long vacation to enjoy the things a guy my age should do...maybe I'll enroll in school...maybe I'll try that love thing out...maybe...all maybes, but never a promise. How pathetic of me...to not even be able to promise myself to live a proper life. I need to get my act right, but first...I'll just take a little nap...to rest my mind...

Just a nap...

In the skies above Talon

Valor looks down and spots a grizzly scene below where multiple mutilated men lay dead, but he spots the familiar glimmer of a blade that belongs to the man he is looking for. With his job complete, he flaps his large wings, and speeds past the walls of Demacia. He dives down and hears a whistle coming from an alleyway. He flies towards the alley, and onto the arm of Quinn.

"Did you find him, Valor?" He squawks loudly, and coos frantically. "What! We've got to get there quick before the guards find him!" Quinn lifts her arms above her head, as Valor takes off, making sure Quinn is able to follow.

As Quinn runs, and her legs begin to hurt, and her lungs can't work any faster to take in more air, she wonders why she is willing to go through all this trouble to help someone like...like him. However, all her hesitation disappears as she finally comes across the blood bath that was Talon's final stand. In the center of the carnage, lies a familiar black-haired devil boy with two daggers protruding from his abdomen. Quinn goes white in the face, but rushes over to him places to fingers at his neck, and sighs in relief when she feels a small beat.

Knowing that the commotion has definitely attracted the attention of the guards, Quinn grabs Talon by the legs and begins to drag him off the road, and into the forest. She whistles loudly for Valor, and he immediately takes a landing in a nearby tree.

"Val, I'm going to need you to look for any places we can hide out, and also warn me if you see any guards heading in our direction. Got it?" Valor nods his head, and launches back into the sky as Quinn continues to drag the unconscious Talon from view. "You damn, Noxian...always causing me problems...and putting me in shitty situations..." She looks at Talon, and then the daggers inside of him, and begins to tear up. "I'll kill you if you die on me, Talon! You hear me? So please...don't die..." Quinn wipes the tears from her eyes, and continues dragging him further into the forest.

I have committed to the University of Alabama for 4 years on a fully-paid football scholarship.

ROLL TIDE!