Chapter 2 : Marcus Du Couteau

Talon finds it funny, seeing all those posters with what was supposed to be his face on it. 10 000 $... his death worth more than everything he ever had in his life 'What a joke' he thought while snorting.

He was happy to have his identity unknown from everybody and the fact that the press and the high command seems to have taken an interest in him annoyed him. He liked living in the shadows, without anyone noticing him, but with this reward he started to draw attention on him. It's been a week now that several guild of assassins tried to recruit him, sending assassins who gave him two choice either he joined them, either he died, but Talon preferred the third option in which they die and that's what happened all the time.

One day though, a strange man came to him. He was in his late forties, he had light grey eyes, pepper and salt hair, and a long dark coat that seemed to have coast even more than the reward for his death. But Talon was really not in the mood to play, and he wanted to be done with it as soon as possible.

The man walk in the direction of The Blade's Shadow, he stopped when they were approximately five meters away from one another. He was going to talk, when suddenly the boy said something.

"I know why you're here"

The man was surprised, a smirk on his face.

"Oh! Really? Enlighten me then."

The man stared at Talon with piercing grey eyes as if he was studying him. Talon was annoyed and replied without emotion.

"You want me to join your guild or whatever you're in. I'm used to it, I had other proposition."

The man didn't answer he simply smirked. So Talon continued.

"The answer is no, I'm not interested. Now you better go and leave me alone or I'll kill you."

"Well, you see the problem is, I can't just let you go away." The old man answered.

'Of course, he can't just leave me alone; he has to waste my time!' Talon was angry but he didn't show it, he's face and he's eyes were still blank.

"Well then you'll die."

And Talon started to attack him. He charged on him with one of his blades and, to his big surprise, the man dodged it. Instead he gave a kick at Talon, and Talon ended up on the ground. He quickly stood up again ready for his next move and started throwing daggers in the man's direction. The pepper-salt hair man dodged them all as easily as if he knew what Talon's next move would be. Then in not even half a second a dagger went straight on Talon, who avoided it at the last second. The combat went on and on for what seems like hours for Talon. He wasn't even charging at the man anymore, but opted for a defensive fight against the old man who was fast and precise. Talon started to feel the fatigue in all his muscles and the fact that he didn't ate well wasn't helping his situation. He had several cuts all over his body from the fight and he felt like he was going to faint at any moment, whereas is opponent who was still in good shape, not one sign of fatigue emitted from his body.

Soon, Talon dropped on the ground, the man holding a knife on his throat. Talon closed his eyes preparing himself mentally for his death 'It's not like anyone is going to miss me, I'm gonna die nobody will remember me, I have no importance anyway.' But the pain that was supposed to come when the man would slit his throat never came. So Talon opened his eyes, only to find two grey eyes staring at him. Talon was confused 'What was he waiting?!'

"What are you waiting for? You defeat me, now kill me!"

The man sighed and replied.

"You see, I think you made mistake while judging me earlier. I'm an assassin yes, but I'm not part of any guild or whatsoever."

"Then what do you want with me? It doesn't look like you need the money from the reward."

"Great sense of observation, that's a good quality for an effective assassin. Because you see, that's what I would like you to do. I would like you to work for me, as my personal assassin, and in compensation I will accommodate you, you'll have your own room and food will no longer be an issue, and I will also train you to improve your fighting skills. So what do you think?"

"Why do you wanna help me? Where's the trick?" Talon said. At this the man laughed.

"There's no trick, you see, I think it's sad to waste such a great potential."

Talon didn't say anything for a while. He was thinking, thinking about his options. In one hand there was death which Talon didn't really want, and on the other hand there was him living in real house, with food, training. Of course he would have to work for this man for the rest of his life, but he didn't really care, he had won his respect by defeating him after all.

"I accept your proposition, but under one condition, I'll take orders from you, but from you only."

"Well I guess we have deal then." The man said while taking away his knife from Talon's throat and handed him his hand to help Talon getting up from the ground. Talon took his hand and gather the little bit of strength that was still in him to stay on his feet.

"Since we're going to see a lot of each other in the upcoming days, I might as well present myself. I'm General Marcus Du Couteau."

'So he was the famous General Du Couteau', Talon had heard of him, he was a respected man in Noxus, working in the High Command alongside Swain.

"I'm Talon, it's a pleasure to meet you General" Talon said emotionless

"Pleasure's mine Talon." Marcus replied.

Here it is the second chapter, hope you like it :D