Disclaimers: I don't own League of Legends. If I did… damn… I'd make it easier on myself with the new map… I lost like 5 ranked games in a row… Like wtf? A Teemo top and Shaco jungle in the same game? I hate my life.

After about 3 hours of running from a literal axe swinging/throwing lunatic, Ezreal finally managed to use all of his years of playing against a Wukong to use by juking him. The people who got caught up in the crossfire however, were unlucky. Nothing too serious happened, since champions "accidently" mowing down groups of innocent bystanders is a normal thing. Not to mention with history of Noxian, Draven is almost always seen throwing his axe to kill someone, so they can just assume that he was executing a mass crowd with how accurately he threw his axe into their backs.

Wait, how did he get a direct hit on the center of their backs when he was aiming for him?

Ezreal shook his head, honestly not wanting to know, as he waited near the Noxian border for someone to pick him up.

Noone paid notice to the boy covered in blood, especially when he told them that it wasn't his.

So naturally, they left him alone, not wanting to delve too deep in, lest they find out why he has so much blood on him.

Finally, Ezreal heard hooves trotting towards him and looked up to see a giant horse ghost man creature thing running towards him.

As all the bystanders shrieked and ran away from Ezreal, the explorer put his bag over his back and stared at Hecarim.

"You're a little late you know?" He said deadpanned.

"You know, being an army of the undead on a haunted island filled with ghosts, zombies, giant spiders and most recently a god of vengeance while being a champion for a magical institute where they make games where a bunch of super powered creatures are able to kill each other and revive each other infinitely until they blow up a magical stone protected by wizards does take out a lot of time in your life/undead life." He answered monotonously.

"Yes, but I heard that you are supposed to be one of the fastest people in League, so I assumed that when the institute said that you'd be here soon, I figured like 10 minutes with you being a magical horse." The explorer replied.

"Well at least I came at all, I could've let them have one of the void beings bring you back through their dimensional rift things, but Thresh was like "Go help a bro out"." The undead horse general huffed.

Ezreal shivered as he remembered the last time he had to go through the void.

"Just listening to it was enough, Malzahar told me to not open my eyes, and sometimes I wonder if I'd still be sane if I had opened it." The golden blonde said.

"Pfft, chances are you'll turn out like Kassadin. You in purple, I can't really imagine that." Hecarim answered.

"Yeah yeah yeah, just take me back to Piltover, Rainbow Dash." He said.

The institute has recently been making use of their champions' powers. While People like Pantheon or Lulu baked, people with high mobility do some country traveling. Rammus did some mailing and Hecarim was usually the cab when people didn't want to lose their insanity by going through the void.

Sure the champions hated their jobs, but they do want to look good for the institute so they don't nerf them or make some extra gold since some champs don't make as much.

20 minutes later

Ezreal got dropped off by Hecarim and paid his fee, while he trudged back to his house.

"Ugh, today was a workout" Ezreal groaned as he landed in his bed.

"I had to run from Garen AND Draven." He thought as he rolled over onto his back.

He then remembered why he was running in the first place.

"Oh shoot, Lux." He remembered.

"I need to go clear some things up. I also need to mention that her brothers in a foreign countries jail and either getting raped or killed by a sexy kitty cat." He thought to himself as he got up to force himself to start walking… AGAIN.

As he sent a letter by Rammus Express, he heard an explosion nearby. One of which did not startle him, but confused him.

"Did I do that? I don't think I've been over there in a long time." He said to himself, since he was usually the ONLY cause of explosions, as far as he was concerned.

The answer came to him in the form of a leather boot on a pale blue haired girl came up to meet his face.

His godlike reaction speed from years of dodging Caitlyn's bullets allowed him to duck as the girl went over him and kept running.

"What the fu-"He began before something crashed into him.

Shaking his head to see Vi on top of him, dazed and out of it.

"Wha? Vi?" He asked, confused as to how she crashed into him and managed to get disoriented from it.

Then another person crashed into them, causing Ezreal to get crushed further with 2 people crashing into him.

This time it was Caitlyn who seemed disheveled from not only running for probably a long time, but also tripping and falling into more people.

Finally, a small yordle fell on all 3 of them. This one shouting a lot of 5 syllable words and cursing in the direction of where the blue haired girl was.

Slowly Vi and Caitlyn got out of their daze and realized that they Jinx and that they were crushing someone.

"Fucking Murphy's Law" Ezreal said as he got up.

"EZREAL! WTF?! Do you know what you just did?!" They both yelled at him.

"I sent a letter to Teemo, narrowly dodged getting kicked in the face, only to be run overed by my supposed 2 best friends and then having my other friend just falling on top of me while speaking in another language." He began.

"So basically because I sent a letter to Satan, I almost get kicked and end up in a threesome with my 2 female friends while my other friend is just watching." He paraphrased.

He was then shot by Caitlyn and punched by Vi while Heimerdinger hit him over the head with a Wrench.

This was going to be a long day for him.

There we go, I am done. After many months I now have a way to send this to you. Yes my laptop is broken but meh. HERE YOU GO!