A/N: Please review! I don't own anything, it belongs to RIOT!
Jax started walking, his body shaking, his lungs struggling to inhale air. Remaining dead was... Risky, in a lot of ways, but also one of his priceless skills. At the point when he was able to die, he was almost dead by Swain's magic. The master tactician swallowed his soul, a risky and dangerous action, but he was no newbie in the art of magic. Actually, Jax would have really been dead if not for his love for the lamppost. He fused a part of his own soul into the experimental weapon, wich made him connected to it do death, or quite immortal. What happened when he was fused with the light from the lamppost was his soul, the chunk he infused into it. And now, Jax was fine, breathing, walking, moving and pretty much alive.
So the grandmaster at arms started limping towards the headsummoner's chamber. He now quite ignored all of the decorations, the pretty statues, pictures. Even the little sharks wich lived in a fountain at the middle of the park didn't draw his attention, as they normally did. Jax was now fully focused at his trail, to go and tell to the headsummoner of the attempt at his life. This was one thousand percent against the rules, wich meant Swain would be... Punished. Jax' steps echoed through the empty corridors of the Institute, his eyes ran from point to another. He was aware of his surroundings, not even Kha Zix could escape his gaze in that moment, but nothing passed by the grandmaster at arms. He reached the door to the headsummoner's chamber. It was a heavy, five feet wight and ten tall gate, covered in golden scribes, also had four handles. He knocked, sighing upon stopping his movement. He was in a bad shape after playing dead, wich was quite ordinary, knowing he used that skill really rarely. Jax heard light footsteps, then the door opened enough to reveal the headsummoner's white beard and hair, along with the thin, golden eye glasses. He was old, wich could mean he was clever and had knowledge. Wich wasn't far from the truth.
"Jax? What are you doing here at that time of the night? Don't you sleep?" The old man asked, his eyes bending at the words. He didn't quite like the grandmaster at arms, but didn't seem to like anyone at all. Jax coughed.
"An attempt for murder has been made and I was the target. I would like to announce it to the other champions. Immediately." The champion answered. The old man infront of him nodded and closed the door. After about twenty seconds he opened it, his purple robe touching the floor, while the runes over the cloth shone. He clapped with his hands and smiled to Jax. This was a rare occasion to happen, every champion had to be summoned in one exact place. But it was no chalenge to the headsummoner. Jax blinked and found himself surrounded with sleepy faces, who were all familiar. Sleepy champions. All had their weapons ready, the only thing they could do in a few seconds. Most of them, who were human, had their sleep - robes on, while the non human were in their normal appearance. Heimerdinger was one of those with ordinary apperarance, holding an invention, half finished. They were all looking at the headsummoner, question in their eyes. Wukong stepped forth, his eyes were darkened, his usual grin wasn't there.
"Why are we here? Why did you interrupt our sleep?" He asked, his eyes flickering with anger. For him, interrupting someone's sleep or nap was a crime, maybe even a sin, because he loved taking a nap. The headsummoner nodded and pointed Jax, who was using his lantern as a walking stick. He coughed.
"There's been an attempt for murder in between those walls. Who was the target? Me. Who was the murderer? Well, he is the only one not here. And I adress a Noxian, who has a lot of political and magical power. Why are you here? Because you will help find him. Simplicity is all you need to be able to find General Jericho Swain." Jax explained, his tone raspy but sure. Damn, they are taking it very stoic, congratulations! He thought. A lot of things happened after this, all at once. Darius spun, his giant axe cutting through flesh and decapitating Ashe and Sivir in two, Sion mauled Volibear, Singed poured a bottle of poison over Quinn, Urgot fired at Tristana, Jayce made a Heimer - Pancake, Vi slammed her fists into Garen, Lux was stabbed by Katarina, Talon raked around, cutting through Vayne's throat, Blitscranck released a load of electricity, shocking everyone around him, Le Blanc killed Karma, the gates of the Institute broke wide open and started pouring warriors from Noxus, Zaun and Piltover, at the end catapults fired giant stones, immolated. Swain led the charge, throwing a sphere at Jarvan IV, almost killing the prince. Jax wanted to go in battle, for he was made to do this, but one of the random catapult strikes landed right next to him, sending the grandmaster at arms flying towards PanthePies. He fell to the darkness almost immediately.
Jax tried to get his consciousness back, but saw only flames and corpses, the desperate screams of soldiers and dead friends. He heard Caitlyn scream, saw her and then a hammer rammed he head, it flew about twenty feet untill landing. He fell back to darkness second time he regained himself, he saw Darius laughing at Draven, who held the bleeding Teemo in his hands. The glorious executioner's devilish grin was gone, replaced by a really alien emotion for Jax. Darius was laughing, pointing at Draven and wincing the same time.
"What have you done? Why brother? Didn't we want peace?" Draven's weak voice sounded through the burning area. Only forty champions were still fighting, but a lot were dead. Darius laughed again.
"Don't you recognize progress, brother? Noxus was finally united, Piltover and Zaun joined us, so we progress! The world will be ours, Draven!" Darius looked like Mundo. Draven sighed. He was not happy. Not at all.
"But... But why kill all of them? Why kill all those innocent souls, innocent people? They would have not been in your way!" Jax was amazed to hear this from Draven, who found joy in killing. But something wasn't the same as before. Draven has changed, he was protective, the grandmaster at arms understood. Darius stopped laughing. His face was dark. Covered with the stains of murder.
"You have grown weaker, brother. You are not worthy of the united world! You are not with us! And if you are not with us... YOU ARE AGAINST US!" Darius barked and leaped towards his brother, axe over head and ready to kill Draven. Then, the executioner spun his axes and met the huge weapon with them, blocking the strike none could. Jas was amazed again, Darius shared it. Draven then moved like lightning and cut through the axe's handle, destroying the weapon. He ran back, deeper into the Institute, still caring Teemo, the yordle maybe dead by now.
"Follow me, champions, we are escaping!" He shouted a few times, everyone who heard him ran after him. Jax wanted to follow, but felt a shoe on his back. The grandmaster at arms turned his head and recognized Swain. Although his consciousness was fading fast, he was able to understand the last words of Swain.
"Well played, Grandmaster, almost outsmarted me. Who knew you were such a tactician..."