Hayden...is so fun to write. I like my 'crazy' characters. They're entertaining and slightly hard to get into the headspace of but still. Anyways...I'm gonna let you guys read Hayden's final chapter. And don't be afraid to let me know what you think of it! I love to hear from you all! It really makes my day.

Chapter 2

Hayden gave a smile as he looked up at the ceiling of his new apartment. He didn't have to work for the gang anymore…not since the surgery. He turned his gaze downwards and frowned at the myriad scars over his person. Andrew said they would heal in time, but was unsure. After all…Hayden was the first true Shadow Isles Chosen. Evelynn had Chosen before Thresh…but Evelynn liked spending time lurking in the shadows of the mainland.

He got up, putting a hand over his heart…

Only to feel nothing.

"Why would someone already dead need a heartbeat?" came a sinister voice.

Hayden chuckled, watching as his hands gained a blued-green tint before fading back.

"Just some getting used to, Thresh," Hayden replied, "Most humans fear death…I'm not an exception,"

Thresh gave a laugh.

"I will never understand why you're like that…" the Chain Warden's voice hissed, "Being undead isn't so bad…you don't have to worry about the next day…because you will see it,"

"Ha, true," Hayden chuckled, stretching, "I'm just glad that the voices stopped. You wouldn't have anything to do with that…would you?"

"The Lantern seems much brighter than usual…" Thresh replied with an innocent tone.

Hayden grinned and summoned the ironwork lantern, smiling as he saw the souls whirling about…seemingly lost in agony. He tapped the glass and the souls scattered, so many of them covering their heads in pain from the sudden noise. Once again, he spied Senna. The Purifier's wife's eyes blazed in fury before she turned away.

He gave a wry grin. When she first found out that Hayden had taken over as Thresh's Chosen…she thought she might have a chance to wake up.

Now that had been quite the wakeup call for him when he saw the ethereal form of Senna standing in his room. She had asked if she could leave…seeing as how Thresh wasn't in control. Hayden had told her to go ahead right through the door.

Thresh obviously protested…until he saw what Hayden did next.

As soon as Senna's foot had crossed the threshold and she'd started gaining true colors, her hair turning back to brown and all that…Hayden summoned Thresh's chain and hook and snared her, dragging her back kicking and screaming into the lantern.

"Oh, come on, Senna, you really thought I was gonna let you go?" Hayden asked, tapping on the glass again.

Senna glared at him. She did look rather radiant when angry.

"You're the main reason why Lucian's in pain," Hayden shrugged, "I've got to keep you here,"

"Actually…not quite," Thresh said, "Viktor is a source of pain for our friend the Purifier,"

"How?"

"Lucian is a part of what they call 'The Project Initiative'. He's one of the older ones…Viktor kidnapped him and turned him into something that isn't human anymore," Thresh grumbled bitterly, "He broke my favorite toy. I'm still angry about that. Lucian was mine to snap and Viktor ruined it. Granted, Lucian still hates me and I love it. But he's not the same anymore…"

"I thought those were just skins," Hayden muttered, setting the lantern on the ground.

"No, they aren't,"

Hayden heard someone knocking over trashcans in the back. He walked over to the window and saw a bunch of men dressed in dark hoodies and ski masks.

"I guess the gang wasn't too happy when I said I quit," Hayden hummed, "What do you say we give them…a warm welcome?"

"I knew there was a reason I Chose you," Thresh cackled.

Carl walked into Hayden's new apartment, his gun at the ready. He heard one of his men whistle, impressed.

"Gotta admit…the kid's got style," came the remark.

"Wonder where he got all the money to get this place," Carl snarked, "Creep probably stole it right under our noses. We're here to teach the punk a lesson. So keep your mouths shut,"

"Found his room, Carl," another man called, nodding towards the door.

"Good, quick and easy…no witnesses," Carle grumbled, opening the door just to see Hayden sitting on the bed, "'Sup punk,"

"Oh, Carl…what an unpleasant surprise," Hayden deadpanned, "Lemme guess…you guys are here for a party? Shame the place is a mess…"

"The kid's got a few screws loose," one of the gang members muttered.

"Me? Mad?" Hayden blinked before laughing, "Ha! Quite likely,"

"Funtime's over, Hayden," Carl growled, "Who told you you'd be able to leave us?"

"Oh…just the voice in my head," Hayden shrugged, grinning.

"You and your stupid voices," Carl huffed, "Where'd you get the money, Hayden. I know a place like this don't come cheap,"

"Part of my salary," Hayden replied, "Got a new job. It's to die for,"

"Enough with the games!" one of the men snarled, pulling his gun, "Where's the money, brat!?"

A pair of hook-headed chains erupted from his chest, droplets of vividly red blood streaming from their tips. A third hook punched through his belly, another his throat. A fifth and sixth gouged his palms and pulled them down hard, pinning the man to the floor.

Agony surged through him and he screamed. The rest of the gang members' eyes widened as they turned to face Hayden…

Who was glowing in the darkened light, Black Mist tinged with turquoise light sputtered around his ffet as he held the chains in his hand. A chained corpse-lantern moaned and swayed with monstrous appetite from its clenched fist.

"Screaming won't do you any good," Hayden said cheerily before his eyes burned a glowing, pure emerald green with no whites, his skin gained a blued-green tint and he grinned malevolently, "But it's music to my ears!"

The glass of the infernal lantern opened to receive him, and the man downed by Thresh's chains felt his spirit tear loose from the warmth of his flesh. The wails of tortured souls shrieked from its depths, maddened by their unending purgatory. The man fought to keep his spirit within his body.

"Oh…he's fighting…how cute," Hayden scoffed.

"We'll just have to help him out…" Thresh chuckled, rearing back another chain, a blade scythed and the man's time in the world was ended as the glass of the lantern snapped shut. "A wretched soul you are. But only the first to be claimed by Thresh this night."

He looked at Carlos and the other men, baring Hayden's teeth in a mad, feral grin.

"Oh, yes! It's about to get much worse!"

He raised his hand and clenched it into a fist. Four pillars of spectral un-light rose from the floorboards. The gang members all clung together, fearful of touching the walls.

"My house…my rules," Hayden grinned, "Now…"

He lazily pointed the blade of one of his chains at the gang members.

"Whose mind shall we snap?"

Hayden smiled as he snatched the last soul and flung it into the lantern.

"You think they'd have put up a bit more of a fight?" he scoffed as the glow faded from him.

"Poor lost souls," Thresh chuckled.

"…You've got to be kidding me…"

Hayden's head snapped up and he readied a chain…only to freeze as Thresh recoiled at the pale and dark shapes before them.

"Kindred…" Thresh hissed.

"I thought you weren't afraid of death…" Hayden blinked.

"Them…we all are…" Thresh growled, "One day the Wolf will come for me, I know it…"

"New Chosen huh?" Lamb asked, cocking her head as she put a hand on Wolf's head, "By the looks of things…you're Thresh's Chosen…"

"So what," Hayden hissed, "I'm not afraid of a tiny thing like you,"

Lamb gave a laugh and suddenly was right next to him, pointing an arrow at his throat.

"You should be," she said before whirling the bow and arrow at her side, "I get multiple Marks from here and when I get here…all their souls are gone. Thank you Thresh…"

She shook her head and sighed.

"Why me…why is it always me…"

"Y'know…I wasn't expecting Lamb to talk like that…" Hayden admitted.

"Oh…right…well, since you're Chosen and all…" Lamb muttered, "I'm Dianne Faye, I'm Chosen just like you, Hayden White,"

"How do you know my name?"

"We've always known it," Dianne shrugged, "We were there right before you were Chosen by Thresh. You just didn't see us because Andrew had you distracted,"

"He said someone would come and train me…"

"Yeah, not me," Dianne huffed, "I'm not the trainer. That would be Cira,"

"…Cira?"

"Looks like you're about to meet her," Dianne shrugged, gesturing at Hayden's hands…which had started becoming skeletal and glowing with blue-green flame.

"No Chase?" Wolf whined.

"Maybe the next Mark," Dianne told him gently.

Wolf growled, glaring at Hayden.

"Thief," he snarled before whirling away as Hayden's world broke into shards of emerald light.

Hayden opened his eyes right as a figure approached him.

"Ah, good, you got here alright," a female voice started, warm like the summer sun.

Hayden looked down at himself, marveling at the extensive change done to him, he looked in the mirror and saw Thresh's horned skull looking back at him, fire in his glowing emerald gaze.

"If you're done admiring yourself…it might be a good idea to get going,"

Hayden looked back at the speaker, recognizing the golden and scarlet armor of Leona.

"What do you say, Hayden?" she asked, "Are you ready to show them what happens if they put us in the same lane?"

"How is that everyone knows my name…" Hayden growled, flinching slightly as not his, but Thresh's echoing voice came from him.

"Really, it's just me and Dianne that know your name," Leona shrugged, her blue-grey eyes sparkling, "I'm Leona's Chosen, Cira Noble. I'm the First Chosen and pretty much the reason why you're still alive instead of six feet under,"

"Just because Leona decided to take pity on an Earth brat," Thresh huffed.

"You took pity on an Earth brat too," Hayden fired back.

"Not true…I just thought that this would be fun," Thresh retorted, "After all…your mind was already snapped…what would go wrong if another person shared in your insanity and used it to inflict chaos?"

Hayden chuckled and Cira crossed her arms.

"Oh and another thing? Dianne told me about your little stunt," she growled, grabbing one of the 'horns' and making Hayden yelp, "Do that without being provoked…and you will be sealed here in Valoran at the Institute for a good long while. We Chosens are being hunted because of our magic and because of who we are. We have to keep a low profile otherwise we will get killed. I'm not sure if a Shadow Isles Chosen can be killed exactly…But I'm pretty sure it's freaking painful. So stop with the torture. Got it?"

"Got it," Hayden growled as Cira let go.

"Good. Now, let's go have our match,"

Cira came out of the match with a wide grin on her face.

"Oh no…" Mir started, "That look is not good…"

"No it is not…" Arthur agreed, "Ci, what happened?"

"All I have to say…" Cira chuckled, "Is that if you guys end up going against a team where Hayden and I are in the bot lane together…you all are so screwed!"

She started laughing against as she walked past them.

"I'll be back…I've got to meet Jonathan now. Another Project has joined us,"

Next up is Lucian's arc. That one will be a rivalry, so that means three chapters instead of the normal two! You guys'll get to see a bit of backstory in there (like what I did with Leona/Diana and Shen/Zed). But yes, Leona and Thresh is a nasty lane. It's one of my favorite troll lanes mainly because the guy I do it with is a god-tier Thresh player, almost never misses a hook. He goes in, I go in, they don't leave again as they get flayed, stunned, and slowed for a very, very long time.

For you people wanting Chosens, here are my requirements:

What Champion

Character's name ( 1st and last)

Age

Family?

Physical Description

Personality

Why were they picked by the Champion?

How did they become the Champion(why did the Champion choose them and what were the circumstances that made the Champion choose to bond with the character? *doesn't have to be tragic accident, but I still want to know why they're the new Champion*)

You will have one month to get me a description of your Chosen before the Champion goes back into the pool. You can have multiple Chosens (my requirement is that they are related/know each other) Limit is 3. I CAN decide whether or not I will use your Chosen, I'm pulling the 'My story, my rules' card. If I see that someone has a very good reason for that Champion, then I will show preference for them mainly because it's easier for me to write.

Champions WITHOUT (meaning NOT TAKEN) a Chosen:

Alistar

Amumu

Anivia

Corki

Dr. Mundo

Fizz

Heimerdinger

Irelia

Janna

Jayce

Karma

Kassadin

Kennen

Nunu

Olaf

Poppy

Rammus

Rumble

Singed

Sivir

Swain

Teemo

Tristana

Trundle

Tryndamere

Vayne

Xin Zhao

Zilean

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.