Hey guys, Chapter 3 is up...obviously. Anyway, this story I am trying out a writing style that I am not really used to, so if it doesn't read well please let me know. Also, any tips on how to fix said mistakes or choppy writing style would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.


Somewhere, deep in the bowls of the Institution or War...

Kris and Abel stood, looking at their most recent creations.

"They are totally going to hate this," Abel said with obvious mirth.

"I know," Kris agreed, "So, now that we have gotten the stage ready, where will we find our actors?"

"Let me just ask you this," Abel said with an evil gleam in his eye, "which champions are power-obsessed, won't back down from a challenge, and would really hate being defeated by a couple of bots in front of the every single champion?"

"You really are cruel aren't you?" Kris said already listing five champions to play along in the two summoner's performance/massacre that they were planning.

"The performance is in three hours," Abel said, "let's hurry."

Kris simply nodded and the two left the room, their creations awaiting the moment where they would get to shine.

Abel spotted their first participant. It wasn't actually hard, given that Draven….I mean Draaaaaaven, didn't actually know the meaning of the words quite and discreet.

"Welcome, ladies, to the League of Draven!" the axe wielding executioner said, as a group of young ladies entered the Institute of War.

The ladies giggled and Draven continued to shamelessly flirt with them as Kris and Abel walked up to him.

"Yo, Draven!" Abel shouted, interrupting Draven who appeared to be right in the middle of one of his horrible jokes.

Draven stopped, annoyed because he was just about reach the punch line of his most famous joke, and glanced at the two summoner's who dared to interrupt him. He recognized them, they hadn't been around long, but they had certainly made a name for themselves. He had heard from some of the more, technologically knowledgeable summoners, that they weren't half bad at what they did. Even Heimerdinger had praised their work once.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Oh," the tall brunette started, "we just wanted to ask you if you wanted to fight in a bot game in three hours."

A bot game? Seriously? Not even worth Draven's time. Draven thought.

"Sorry," (he wasn't sorry in the slightest) he said, gesturing to the gaggle of girls in front of him, "but as you see, I am busy right now."

"Oh, ok," Kris said, and then turned to Abel and spoke just loud enough for Draven to hear, "I guess he is just scared that he might loose to bots in front of his new female friends."

"Ha!" Draven exclaimed, "your petty taunts and jibes aren't going to work on Draven!"

"Isn't it Draaaaaaven?" Abel asked, "or did you change it?"

"What?" Draven asked.

"Well," Abel answered, "you are always saying that you're name is Draaaaaaven to others, but you just said that you were Draven right now. So are you Draaaaaaven or Draven?"

"Valid question," Kris chimed in, "I was just wondering that too."

"You plebeians must address me as Draaaaaven 'cause you aren't awesome enough," Draven said, "however, since I am as awesome as I am, I can refer to my self as only Draven. I am the only one however, because no one else is as awesome as me."

"More beautiful….maybe," Draven added with a side glance at the ladies next to him, they blushed, "but definitely not as awesome."

"Oh, ok," Abel said, "that makes sense."

"Yeah, sorry for bothering you," Kris said, "we don't want to humiliate you in front of them. We understand that you're scared to loose against some bots in front of them. Pretty wise of you actually, taking the easy way out to protect your bravado. Very commendable."

"Yeah, good job," Abel added, "We'll go find someone else to try out our bots. Who would've guessed, the glorious executioner afraid of getting executed by a couple of machines."

The two summoners started to walk away.

"Wait for iiiiiiiit," Abel whispered in a sing-song voice.

Meanwhile, Draven was wrapped up in intense internal turmoil. Their taunts won't get the best of me! Draven a coward!? They wish! There is no way that the great me would fall for such an obvious ploy. I'm too great for their little games. They don't affect me!

Obviously, the words were bothering the glorious executioner quite a bit.

Kris and Abel were only about to seven steps before Draven called out to them, "Fine! I'll accept your pathetic challenge. But if I win, I'll expect some heavy recompense."

Both Kris and Abel smiled inwardly and turned around, "Deal!" Abel said, "Summoner's Rift, 5:00 sharp. Oh, and how about if our bots loose, we will become your slaves for a day. We will do anything you want, aside form anything that could get up fired. Other than that, it's free game."

"Cocky little…." Draven muttered, "Fine! I'll see you there."

"Technically you won't," Kris started, "because we won't actually be on the Rift with you, we will be watching form the stands as you get served….whoops, did I just say that out loud?"

Draven glared at the two as they walked away from him. Though experienced as he was, he quickly masked it and turned back to his female companions, smiling. With promises that they would be watching the fight, Draven let them go. Only so that Draven himself could get ready. He would make sure to win and he would make sure they would pay for their cockiness dearly. He already had some ideas brewing in his mind on what he would make them do when they lost their little bet.

Kris and Abel turned around a corner before they began to talk again.

"Went a little too far on the bet thing, don't you think?" Kris asked, "also, we might have come across a little too cocky."

"No way," Abel dismissed his friends worries with a wave of his hand, "we are the ones who built these particular bots, you know how strong they are. Also, being cocky is the only way to get to the champions like Draven. They're so full of themselves that the only time they'll listen is if you attack and re-attack their pride."

Kris sighed, "True I guess. Anyway, who is next? Syndra? Veigar? They won't like the idea of people considering things being stronger than them. If we promote it that way, they might join."

"Yeah, I guess," Abel said, "we could always start there. There's also Garen. If we get him in the presence of you know who and ask him if the Might of Demacia is scared of some robots, his normally level headed self might be replaced with the desire to show off…."

"That's only four though." Kris pondered. "Oh, we could offer Sivir money if she beats our bots."

"Yeah, that would work," Abel agreed.

Kris thought about that for a minute, "No wait, that's no good."

"Why?"

"Because she refuses to play any games with Draven now. The flyswatter incident, remember?"

"Ah, right. Though, to be fair, that was really funny.…Who else then?"

"Vel'koz?" Kris said tentatively, "I mean, we could tell him that we will give him new knowledge about the technamaturgy that we have stored in our bots…."

"He probably already knows it though…" Abel sighed, "also, those Void guys are scary to talk to. Last time I saw Cho'gath, I promise you, he tried to eat me."

"I believe you," Kris said with all seriousness.

"Why don't we just ask Ashe or Sona to do that?" Abel asked.

"Because they already had to go through are bots of doom version one. I doubt they'd be very happy to go against the bots of doom verson 2." Kris replied.

"True, true." Abel said, "who then?"

The two pondered on who they should ask to be the final contestant in their show. Each pondering and then saying: "Oh, what about-" before stopping suddenly and shaking their head.

Suddenly Kris was struck with an idea, "Hey, do most of the champions watch Janna's News Channel?"

"Yeah, I think so, why?" Abel asked.

"Well, if we find her before her show starts, we could have her advertise it for us. She could even say that we had one spot remaining for whoever wanted it. She is on from 4 to 4:45 so that could work."

"That would work," Abel said, "let's go find her. Split up, we'll cover more ground….I've always wanted to say that."

"Nice," Kris smirked, "meet up back at the room to be ready to summon the bots onto the rift."

"Sure."

The two summoners parted ways in search for the champion known as the storm's fury.

Their talk went fine, great actually. Janna was more than happy to advertise the bot game that would be taking place at 5. They soon found Veigar and Syndra talking about world domination over some black coffee (and cream 'n sugar in Syndra's case). Veigar was easily persuaded to join in on the bot fight after making some underhanded jibes about his height, but Syndra flat out refused. She would be busy from 4 to 7 and therefore would have no time to get ready. The summoners bid their goodbyes and walked off to find Garen, hopefully with Katarina.

"You know," Kris started, "in hindsight, making fun of two of the most power crazy champions in the League was probably not the smartest idea."

"Ah, whatever, it's not like they can hurt a summoner without paying a price." Abel said offhandedly.

"For normal champions," Kris warned him, "I'm pretty sure those two could find a way to exact their revenge and not get caught."

"You worry too much," Abel said, "everything is going to turn out fine."

"Fine, let's just get this over with."

"I was thinking the same thing."

5:00 P.M.

"Welcome to Summoner's Rift," Kris said over the loudspeakers, "ladies and gentlemen, today we bring to you a battle that no one has ever seen the likes of."

"Our five contestants," Abel continued, "Draven as ADC!"

At the name, a multitude of high-pitched female voices rang out from the crowd that had gathered. Kris had underestimated the popularity and power of Janna's television show.

"Veigar in Mid!"

Some more screams, though the balance between female and male were about 50-50.

"Garen at Top!"

Kris and Abel had somehow managed to convince him to join their little game, though Kris had high suspicions that the only reason was due to Abel challenging his loyalty to Demacia through some completely skewed logic.

"Darius also at Top!"

After Draven had joined, he had somehow convinced his brother to join him, promising him two loyal slaves if he helped him win."

"And last but not least, the support, Janna!"

She apparently, thought that the whole idea would be a lot of fun, so she signed herself up. Kris had a nagging suspicion that that was the reason why so many people showed up to this match. But that didn't matter though, because he was about to put on a show that they would never remember.

"Let the games begin!" Abel shouted at last.

Kris and Abel had been able to perform a special introduction to this match due to them being the whole reason why this match was taking place. After their little speech, the two made their way down to the special champion speciation stands. Although they weren't necessarily supposed to be there, the champions were pretty chill about letting a few summoners sit with them during a match.

The two found some seats right next to Ashe, Cait (the sister), Sona, and Fizz.

"Hey Fizz," Kris said whilst giving a reverse nod to the aquatic creature.

"'Sup," Fizz said, eyes glued to the match.

"Wanna place a bet on which team will win?" Abel asked.

Cait shook her head, she wasn't the betting type. Sona did the same.

"Sure," Ashe said, "2000 on the blue team."

"Oh," Kris raised his eyebrows, "you don't think our bots can win? I'll go 2,500 on our bots."

"3000 on red," Abel pitched in.

"3000 on blue," Fizz countered, "that match we played today was hard, but I don't think that this team will loose. They are pretty solid."

"Haha," Kris said with an evil glint in his eye, "we shall see…we shall see."


Woah, I wonder who will win?

Actually, no I don't. But you guys do don'tcha now.

Anyway, I'll update again later.

Ciao,

SeaJade