Chapter three
Conundrum
Author's note:
Stories heating up, I'll write more for each chapter from now on. Feel free to drop a review, would love to see your ideas.
"What do you think?" The brunette nurse asked, "Should I cut him open?"
Jayce signed deeply and took another sip from his black coffee, no sugar for this particular morning. "No Akali, for the 10th time, we don't cut him open. Even a blind man can tell this lad is suffering from something mental, not cut-worthy." Jayce smoothed a loose strand of hair with his hand and patted the buxom nurse on her head, "Put away the knife, you're scaring the doctor." True to Jayce's words, a yordle doctor huddled near the corner of the bed, uncomfortably eyeing the various knifes Akali held in her slender hands. "Oh… ok..." Akali began to put away her knifes back into her skin-tight nurse costume. "How they not tear open that dress I'll never know" Jayce smirked.
"So my good doctor, why did you call me here this fine morning?" Despite the question, Jayce already knew the answer. He too, like the rest of the league woke up screaming and sweating. The yordle doctor extracted himself from beneath the bed and stood up to his full height, which wasn't very high. "As you know, there was a … umm… disturbance last night. Which resulted in the… umm…" "Everyone waking up from terrible nightmares?" Jayce chimed in. "Yes, yes. But you see." The furry doctor smoothed his fur "This disturbance didn't happen from a nexus overload like we told everyone." Raising his eyebrows, Jayce gulped down his tasteless drink. "Not from a nexus overload? What the hell happened then?" "Well…" Before the doctor could conclude his sentence, a voice cut in, a gravely deep voice that sounded surprisingly like two sandpapers rubbing together.
"It's the boy in front of you; he caused the disturbance within our institute last night." A shadow emerged from the corner of the room, his robe swaying side to side despite the lack of wind. "Ahh High summoner Morello, always one for the dramatic entrance." Jayce said, attempting to add as much sarcasm into his words as possible. "What could this boy do? Knock over one of your precious books?"
"Now's not the time for useless quips Jayce", Morello placed a hand on the pale boy's forehead. "This boy here killed Rose's daughter". A cup found its way onto the floor, shattering into pieces and causing the yordle doctor to jump up in fright. "WHAT! HE KILLED ROSY?" Jayce's calm composure shattered like his cup. "You mean Vessarie Rose's daughter? Like the high summoners daughter?". "Unfortunately yes." It was hard to tell whether morello felt any emotions, most likely because his face is hidden behind the purple hood. "Vi found this boy in Rosy's room, slick with blood and an unholy expression on his face. I'm assuming he killed Rosy and caused the disturbance within our walls." "But…but… How did he get in? Isn't there magical barriers preventing non-champions from entering the gates?" Jayce nervously asked, his forehead laced with sweat. "I don't know for sure yet, but I'm assuming he borrowed something from one of our champions to gain access." The thought of borrowing "something" made Jayce slightly sick, no more breakfast for today. "Well what are we going to do Morello? When Vessarie gets back she's going to …." The thought of Vessarie's rage was enough to send shivers down Jayce's back. "On second thought, you might want to cut him up Akali". A look of anticipation flashed across Akali's porcelain face, her hands shaking with excitement. "Really?"
"No Akali, you may not. Go find Shen and have him fire you. There's been enough blood spilled already". Morello pointed towards the door, grudgingly Akali walked out; Making sure to slam the door in Jayce's face. "Sorry about that, we are running short on hospital staffs; Got to take whoever we can." Jayce nodded in understanding, his eyes never leaving the boy strapped to the bed. "Are you saying this boy, who I'm assuming is from piltover. Caused everyone nightmares and killed Rosy?" "I'm afraid so, but he didn't just kill Rosy. He tortured her to the last breath." Morello reached into his cloak before producing a photograph, "here, have a look." Jayce, with shaking hands, accepted the photo from Morello and looked. The photograph showed Rosy with her eyes wide open and a knife lodged deeply into her upper chest, the amount of blood present was enough to fill a water tank. Jayce fought hard to swallow his breakfast, desperately trying not to embarrass himself in front of a high summoner. "This looks like a case for Caitlyn or VI, why did you ask for me?" "Well, they don't know the undergrounds of Pilover as well as you. I was hoping you could tell me who this boy is." "Thanks Morello, I'm sure that's a compliment." Jayce examined the boy more closely, "He is definitely from Piltover alright, you can't have that chiselled face anywhere else." "I'm sure that's a source of pride for you". Behind the hood, Morello rolled his eyes. "Do you recognize him at all?" Jayce focused really hard, scouring his memory for this particular boy. "Nope, can't say I've seen him." "Ahh.. As I thought. The boy did not do this out of revenge or for a faction." Morello sat next to the bed, his hand still on the boy's forehead. "So… does that mean he did it out of his own accord?" Jayce asked, cold sweat sent chills down his back. "We have a crazed psychopath on our hands?"
"Only time will tell my old friend." Morello whispered, his hand leaving the boy. "We just have to wait for his awakening. Hopefully he'll have answers for us, before Vessarie comes back." "And blow up half the institute?" Jayce half smirked, half swallowed. "Morello sunk back into the shadows, "You never know." Jayce cast his glance towards the pale boy once more; he was sleeping peacefully on the bed. His arms and legs tied to the posts ready for his awakening, "I hope you indeed have answers for us lad." The boy stirred slightly in his slumber, his head turning left and right before settling down again. Jayce slowly closed the door behind him, maybe he can convince Akali to stand guard outside this door; you never know if the boy is truly… crazy.