An Assassins Cleansing

by secretwobble

A young piltover boy finds himself in turmoil with his mind, on one side he's a kind faced 19 year old eager to explore the many opportunities bestowed by the institute of war, on the other side he's a demented killer who gains pleasure through extreme violence and nightmarish acts. Will he foresee the darkness that looms ahead of him, tune in to find out! RATED M FOR violence&lemo

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Opportunities

"Authors note"

Both negative and positive reviews are welcome; it's only from mistakes that one can learn their shortcomings. Hopefully you enjoy how the story is panning out, I have big ideas for this story so hopefully it unravels as planned. I also promise here to include almost every champion in the league within this story, a mountainous task but I'm up for a challenge. Without further ado, here's chapter two of "An Assassins Cleansing". "

A philosopher once dared to describe darkness; the explanation was simple yet frightening. Darkness must exist, whether it's the absence of light or absence of justice. The world will not reach full rotation until the two elements is intertwined, yin to yang, positive to negative, harmony to destruction.

But within our newest blades shadow a more sinister darkness dwindles, a darkness that tasted blood and enjoys it, a lot. A darkness that initially scared our champion but whom learned to embrace it, it wasn't a voice inside his head, and it was who he is. The new Talon remembered visiting the piltover major hospital ran by the infamous heimerdinger, after spending 3 hours describing his "feelings" and "Emotions" the doctor diagnosed him clinically insane. Not suitable for work and the need for immediate attention, now of course the darkness didn't like that conclusion so Talon killed him. Not out of cold blood but out of necessity, he needed to protect himself…. Right?

New Talon's cool calculating gaze penetrated the stewardess whose smile was now frozen on her velvet lips, though she heard of the "killer instinct" Noxians had, she never expected it to be so robust and displayed so publicly. Swallowing her fear she put on a more brilliant smile, hoping her youthful looks will have an effect on the cloaked man. "Would you like a drink hun?" Those piercing blue eyes stared back, stare so intense the stewardness suddenly felt very determined to leave and never look back. Finally, serenity. New Talon flexed his arm, rotating the joints to force some blood through them. The train may be fast, but it was uncomfortable. The seats were plastic and the tables' flimsy, but now's not the time for such petty squabbles, it was time for grander things. He smiled to himself, it was coming together. Those 18 days spent biting back the torrent of pain was worth it, Talon is his identity. He was free to penetrate the most inner sanctum of the institute of war and taste blood again, ahh he longed to kill again, to feel someones dying breath on his skin. Their final words moaned out through crippling coughs, their last sliver of life slipping slowly out of their reach. Mmmmmmm… Talon leaned back in his plastic chair; it might not be such a bad ride after all.

Staying true to its word, the train arrived dead on time, 12:30 AM. Just past midnight, perfect. No one around to hear the screams, how cheesy, Talon thought to himself as he walked past the magical barriers guarding the Institute of War. "Welcome home Talon, the blades shadow". A grin played on the young boys lips before a finger is quickly discarded into a nearby bush. Katarina did not lie, as long as some traces of Talon were on him he would pass unscathed. He must thank her later, in style. His goal was simple, waltz into the high summoner's chambers. Slit the throat of one Vessarie Rose and it's all done, his darkness would be thankful and will definitely reward him, richly. It's hard to remember when Vessarie Rose crossed him to induce such calibres of revenge, but the darkness had to be right; it was always right. Normally the darkness would just whisper to Talon prior to a kill, but this time it's excited, Talon could feel it spreading adrenaline through his body; adding a giddy to his steps.

About 30 Minutes later he arrived, the colossal silhouette of the High summoner's chambers was displayed. Its many Marble Columns reminded Talon of Greek temples, spacious but useless. A monument to display the awe inspiring power of Summoners, too bad they aren't invulnerable to blades. With a light skip in his step, Talon climbed up to the 4th level where he knew Rose was sleeping. How he knew any of this was beyond him, he simply acted as he was told. Pushing open the chestwood door, Talon is greeted to a sight of wonderment. Artifacts of every kind littered the room; items of power and items of Aesthetic values. The décor reminded Talon of a palace, walls of pearl white and furniture's of deep brown, it was a room built for the most important of peoples. Breathing in deeply, Talon felt arousal begin to take him. He always felt like this before a kill. His limbs stiffen then relax and his head clouds before clearing and his arousal even made him hard, very hard. After adjusting to the darkness, Talon now sees the woman beneath the silk blankets, her features surprising graceful for a 40 year old. A perfect hourglass figure with messy brunette hairs scattered across her pearly face, it never occurred to Talon that the face looks about 20 years too young, he just wanted to taste blood and smell life leaving behind its useless vessel.

Slowly, like a lion stalking gazelles. Talon circled the bed, removing his cloak. The clothing he had underneath was the exact same he wore during his *torture*, black shirt with a pair of khaki shorts. No need to dress fancy only to clean it for blood spots; that was always annoying. With the delicateness of a feather Talon climbed onto the bed, making sure not to wake his pray. The woman was sleeping soundly, snoring very softly and turned to her left, a smile evident on her delicate face. Talon slowly reached down and held her cheeks in his right hand, how soft, how pearly is her cheeks; such beauty must be interesting to kill. Ever so carefully, the 6-inch blade was extracted from his shirt. After admiring its glare Talon placed it between the girl's Clavicles, not exactly an instant kill. But enough suffering without the annoying screaming, slowly Talon exerted his strength. The blade slowly dug itself into the girl's throat, millimeter by millimeter till it drew a tiny bead of blood. Encouraged by the smell of fresh blood, Talon pushed hard and thrusts all 6 inches of the blade into the poor maiden's throat, the girl instantly opens her eyes in unimaginable horror. Her screams silenced by the blade between her clavicles and the pain was so great it was numbing. Her pale eyes stared at her assailant, a boy no more than 20 years old. Young enough to be called a friend or a lover, she struggled against his weight but felt her ankles and arms held down. She noticed the look of pure ecstasy on the boy's face and almost passed out right there, the once masculine face has been twisted to unimaginable length, his every feature screaming evil and lust. Talon whispered to the girl, his voice changed from its normal silkiness and smoothness to jarring and menacing. "Did you know that a cut between the clavicles is what's referred to as the dull sword" Talon smiled, his eyes turning slowly to inky black. "The unfortunate recipient of this method won't die for at least 7 minutes. Slowly coughing out blood until their throat completely splits apart causing a death of unimaginable pain and terror, and to make it worse, the victim can't make a single noise."

Talon watched in pure ecstasy as the girl slowly choked herself to death, her face was magnificent. Full of terror and fear, picture worthy. After the waves of pleasure washed over him, Talon stands up and tries in futility to wipe the blood off his arm. Suddenly he was captured by the girl's eyes, though sparkling red from the overwhelming pain she suffered, they were grey, like wisps of smoke being blown out of a pipe. He suddenly felt very nauseated; Rose's eye colour was pure red, a symbol for her Vampire Heritage and High level of summoning magic. Oh no…. This wasn't Rose, as those thoughts past through his head an overwhelming headache rocked Talon. He felt the world tear away and an unholy voice screamed everywhere "YOU DID NOT KILL ROSE, SHE STILL MAINTAINS THE SEAL, ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." The sound was positively deafening and Talon felt as if his mind was broken into two as the darkness roared and twisted itself along Talon's consciousness. Talon's pain was immeasurable, never before in his life has this much pain surrounded him. Every inch of him burned and stung; desperately begging for sweet, sweet release. Talon, now shaking with pain opened his mouth to let loose a scream of raw anger and energy. The sound was unholy and frightening; scaring even the bravest of yordles back into their holes. The scream reached far and wide, reaching the rooms of every champion and summoner. Their dreams shook with images of wild desires and despicable creatures, taken straight out of hell itself to torment their minds. Needless to say, everyone woke up; even the fearless teemo opened his eyes, only to cover his sheets in fresh vomit and urine.

Back in the room of Vessarie Rose, Talon felt his mind slowly ebbing away from him. Consciousness slipping from his reach as the chestwood door bursts open from a pair of mechanical fists, a pink haired woman looked at the scene with a perfect O shape on her face, her pyjamas still evident on her petite body. "What the f….." was all that Talon heard before his head connected with the marble floor, any thoughts wiped away from his mind as his consciousness gave up and left. It was going to be a busy morning for the institute of war.