Author's note(15.06.15): So a little writing about the "villain" of the story. Interesting ey?

The changes from my original writing are that I lengthened the Viktor part some. Put in some minor references to his organization that I just now realized he had, and gave some background exposition on Zac. I also cut the original chapter in two. Leaving the other part, which is about Nid and Jayce to appear in chapter 4 or 5.

Chapter 3: Well intentioned extremist

"Silence! This court is settled!" The old man slammed his hammer with as much force as his words. The judge wore obviously fake hair as per tradition and had wrinkled skin.. He sat upon a wooden throne, elevated above the audience in front of him. His eyes stared towards a figure sitting on a table to the right. The person in question hang with his mouth wide open.

The man was old, but younger than the judge. His head was covered with short white hair that had disappeared almost completely from the top, leaving a moon of scalp visible. Wrinkles in his dry face moved around as he confused tried to decipher what had just happened. The wrinkles ran down from his eyes to his mouth, with more appearing over his brow. The attire he wore was simple, but elegant, a grey dress with a white shirt beneath, and polished leather shoes that anxiously tapped against the ground

The court house was made up by two rectangular groups of benches with a pathway between, both of which were made so the audience that now occupied the spot was facing the wooded throne. In front of the audience's place two tables housing two very different characters was placed.

The judge let out a sigh as the words ended their journey in the wall on the far end of the court-room. He let his tired eyes survey over the crowd, and noted to himself the variety of people... and beings present. On the right side, about in the middle; a gigantic entity of almost transparent gooey matter sat, and seemed to be following the events closely, but remained seated without a word as he had been from the beginning of the tedious trial.

The judge took a deep breath before he started summarizing with an authoritative voice: "Stanwick's patent and credit regarding the creation of the steam automaton entity, officially recognized as 'Blitzcrank', is hereby revoked with immediate action. The patent will be given over to the real inventor, and Stanwick will be charged with first degree in copyright infringement. The discussion of a fitting punishment the crime will be taken the day after tomorrow."

"WHAT!?" The old man with the moon on his head snapped back. His wrinkled face ran red, and he slammed both his fists down on the table in front of him, "I created 'waste reclamation model 95', not this..." He pointed to the table on the right of him, where the ominous figure of a man with a metal mask sat, "-abomination."

His face was not the only part of him that was covered, on his left hand, he wore an enormous metal glove that from time to time sparkled with an arc of electricity. One of his shoulders were covered by a gigantic shoulder-guard, reaching down around his chest, and connecting at the back. Out of the shoulder-guard, an inauspicious mechanical arm stood. It swirled calmly around over its owner, with a small twitch here and there. An extensive cape of a deep blue color, split into two pieces down three quarters, hung from his back, barely visible from the chair he sat in. The rest of his clothing was a mix between metal and fabric, with the textile having gold rims along its edges. A metal rod, with a claw-like mechanism on top rested silently against the edge of the table.

Stanwick continued to stare angrily with his finger still pointed at the figure, who seemed as detached from the current situation, as he had been from the beginning of the trial. After almost half a minute of near complete silence, where the only sound was the heavy breathing of the thin haired man with the accusing finger; the man in the metal mask turned around to face the insult, "It's going by the name 'Blitzcrank' now." His voice was void of all emotion, and sounded more like a machine than human. It was distorted and cold, and sent shivers down the spines of most of the audience.

"Like I damn care!" Stanwick shouted at the metallic man, he pushed himself of the table with his other hand, and turned to fully face the other man, earning a fist from the mechanized arm as the only reaction.

"Stanwick! Restrain yourself!" The judge, who by now had witnessed in silence, broke in before something started. He was more afraid for the collateral damage than the actual amount of injuries Stanwick would have sustained if he decided to follow up on his aggressive stance. Viktor hadn't exactly weak flesh.

"Aghh!" Stanwick took a step over to the man with the metal mask, stopping mere centimeters away from its cold metal surface, "You'll pay for this, Viktor." He sneered the words at the mask, and stood still for a second, expecting a response, but was left staring at the unnaturally still and silent person. With another growl he turned his back to Viktor, and stormed out of the room with many curious eyes following him.

A second later the sound of a door being slammed hard, ricocheted from the back of the room. Waiting another second to let the sound fall completely dead, Viktor rose up from his position and turned to the audience, "Justice has been served, but too late. The glorious evolution will come." The exact emotions behind the words were hard to decipher, if they even existed, and the message cryptic. The judge shifted nervously in his chair, unsure how to interpret the words.

With a confused and wary audience staring silently at him, Viktor began walking towards the same door his former professor had gone through. Several people in the crowd were whispering among themselves as the mechanical man strode through the room. They were all thinking the same thought: what did he mean by his cryptic message? He had been talking about his 'glorious revolution' for a long time, but never offered more information beside calling it: progress or evolution.

Following Viktor's exit of the court, a certain towering, 'entity' arose from the ranks of the audience. It was unlike everybody and everything else in the court room, but still seemed to fit in among the various characters present. Its body consisted of masses of a green, transparent gelatin-like substance. It was a good half meter taller than the rest of the crowd. By twisting and stretching its appendages over the people still at their seats, it began making its way over to the pathway to the door. Most of the watchers looked up to see a distorted image of the ceiling through the clear bulk with surprised eyes. With a final twist and leap, the gelatinous being landed on the walkway between the two groups of benches. It then quickly made its way over to, and out of the door.

Outside, a good distance away from the court house, Viktor stood. He stared ahead with a slight tilt upwards into the smog that enveloped the skyline. The smog... He had once believed he would be the one that would remove it, the one that would make the city look as good as he knew it deserved. That had been a long time ago. The old memories only appeared because of the closure he had gotten from the court.

The gelatinous man exited the building, and let his eyes survey the area. It didn't take long before he spotted the figure of a man in a cape with the shadow of a mechanical arm swirling above. With massive steps from his sheer size, he approached the person. He put a hand, formed out of the green article that the he consisted off, on his shoulder. "Viktor... Justice have been served, Stanwick will spend the rest of his rotten life in prison. Are you not satisfied?" The voice was deep, but calm and in stark contrast to his appearance, he sounded concerned.

"It's a closure, but also a new opening. A hindrance that has been put out. It will allow me to bring forth the future." Viktor had acknowledged the presence of the other being, but made no other indication to show it.

"Can you not give up on this revolution of yours and revert back? The people of Zaun needs more heroes, not mad scientists." The towering entity continued while taking his hand off Viktor. He made a silent sigh where he stood, slightly behind the other person.

Viktor turned to face the speaker, he wasn't shocked when he looked right at a green, transparent mass of jelly, not that it would show on his mask anyway. "Zac, the revolution will come, and you can't talk me out of it. My transformation is a perfection, and it's permanent." His words were spoken like a prophet, and Zac knew he wouldn't be able to talk him out of it, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try.

Without a word more, Viktor began walking away from the courthouse. Zac let out a sigh and let his arms drop a a little, before he followed the silhouette that had begun to disappear in the smog that always hung about the streets. Zac hurried his step as to not lose the man. Together they begun heading away from the city core. Above them, the light luminance of the sun could barely be seen through the dark clouds.

"You know I'm not going to allow you to do anything that will hurt the citizens of Zaun, right?" Zac walked slightly ahead of Viktor and gave the man behind the mask a hard stare. It was his duty, to protect the ones who couldn't, and if Viktor couldn't be persuaded to revert back, he would at least make sure no-one suffered because of him.

"It won't hurt them. It'll bring progress." Viktor held his gaze straight forward, not even bothering to give the gelatinous entity an eye. His feet covered by metal boots clanked along the hard stone ground, accompanied by the splats from Zac's bare feet.

"You'll hurt them if you force them." Zac let the serious undertone of his statement flavor his words. They had walked by the most dense part of the city now, and the smog had slightly begun to dissipate.

"No pain, no gain." Viktor responded with voice of cold automaton heritage.

"I'm giving you a warning here, Viktor..." Zac felt the urge to pull the metal mask off the man and give him a well earned punch in his face, but managed to restrain himself. He reminded himself of his parents: "Violence shouldn't be used to solve matters that can be fixed without."

"I'll take it into consideration." The answer was uncharacteristically thoughtful, but Zac was still not sure whether Viktor just said it to avoid further discussion, or if he actually told the truth. He hoped for the latter, and decided to drop his aggressive stance. He shifted his angle instead, to see if he could maybe extract some more information from the apathetic man.

"So, what exactly is this 'glorious revolution' of yours?" The question came off aloof, Zac had asked that specific one for so long, he wasn't expecting an honest answer anymore. The two Zaunite's had arrived at Viktor's laboratory by now, and were standing outside a garage door, a single magical light hang above, attached to the wall. It looked like every other Zaunite building, and blended in so well no-one except the ones who had been there before would find it.

"It's progress through technology, I...-" Viktor was interrupted mid-sentence by a call for his name. Disgruntled by the interruption Zac looked over to see a message bot striding towards them. The bot consisted of a big box with four simple mechanical legs. On the top, a robotic head poked forth, turning to the sides with even intervals. "Important message to 'Viktor' from Piltover." The robot spoke in a monotone voice. Out from an opening in the front, a letter was sticking out.

Viktor grabbed the letter and preceded to open it with a precision laser burn from the mechanical hand living in his shoulder guard. The robot quickly left with the sound of metal clanking on hard stone as he pulled the paper out of the smoking envelope.

Zac cocked, what to him would be an eyebrow, and put his hands in cross as he watched Viktor pull out the message. It was unusual to receive letters from the rival city-state.

"Well?" Zac looked down on the man.

"I need to leave Zaun." Viktor kept his gaze on the piece of paper, Zac bet he even saw a slight tremble going through it.

"Why?" Zac asked

"An opportunity has presented itself, I need to act." With that Viktor opened the door to his laboratory and disappeared inside. He shut the door immediately, leaving a puzzled Zac outside.

Zac decided to pursue the inquiry. He was worried for Zaun. He knew Viktor had good intentions, but he was too fatal. The evolution Viktor spoke of would be forced, he had no doubt. No good would come from forcing people to abandon who they were.

The inside of the laboratory brought up memories in Zac. It was in a similar place he had been… created. It wasn't good memories for him. He had changed both naturally as a part of growing, and artificially through chemicals and various experiments. They had made him confused and afraid. The main scientists were two brilliant chemical researchers whom at one point they had become to confuse their work with their wish for a child. As he grew, and began to show a tender nature than that of the weapon he was destined to be, their conscience finally took over. In a staged accident that burned down the entire laboratory they stole him, to raise as their own.

It was from them he had his sense of morality. A morality that told him that Viktor would only cause pain and destruction with the path he was on.

Viktor stood in front of his main computer. An invention he had created himself to organize his experiments and control his laboratory. The laboratory itself was dotted with numerous experiments, a robot with tracks and laser weapons, a flying machine with four rotors and an artificial hand to name a few. The most striking part of it all was what was in the middle. A gigantic transparent tank holding biological parts. Zac knew it was Viktor's own flesh.

From the sight of it and from Zac's understanding of human biology it looked like all his limbs had been removed along with the majority of the skeleton. Some of the organs where also there, among them, Viktor's heart. It saddened Zac, but at the same time he couldn't help but admire the genius that transcended one's own body.

The sad thing was that Viktor was unable to accept his nature as a human, and went beyond himself to rid him of what made him into what he was. Nevertheless how logical and calculating Viktor had become, he had lost so much of his life. To feel was to experience.

"Was there any specific reason you entered my laboratory Zac?" Viktor's metallic voice snapped Zac from his sightseeing.

"Yes, I'm curious as to what you're planning." He stared at Viktor's back.

"I appreciate our past acquaintance Zac, but you do not support my current plans, and I will not tell you."

"Viktor, reconsider, you can't force everyone into your evolution if they don't want it. What if someone had done that for you? Taken away your control over your own body and will?"

There was a short silence, almost like a moment of doubt, but Viktor quickly answered, "Emotions bring only misery. This is the only path. Please remove yourself from my laboratory. I have work to do."

"Viktor," Zac tried to plead.

"Now." Viktor turned and stared at him with glowing red eyes, and Zac saw no alternative than to leave.

Outside he looked up to the smog filled sky. "I'm worried Zaun..." He whispered as if the city was a living being. He turned around away from the closed door, and let the light illuminate his back, before his massive green legs began to carry him away from the dim magical light, into the foggy city streets.

Back to the laboratory Viktor geared himself up with whatever new inventions he had analyzed would become handy. He packed a bag of supplies, mostly power cells to power his artificial body, and then headed deeper inside his complex of a laboratory. Using his techmaturgical communication devices he ordered his acolytes to prepare the "Arcanion."

After walking to the end of his complex, he reached a great dome littered with tools and various parts. In the middle there was a machine with a rotor on top, and a smaller one on its tail. It looked pristine, as if someone had polished it with great care. He nodded to the acolytes that were standing ready at the controls, and as the dome began opening up, Viktor threw his bag of supplies and gear into the baggage compartment before taking seat in the cockpit himself.. With a flick of a switch the rotors started and he looked up to see the sickly green sky. The rotors quickly increased in speed and slowly and with tremendous noise the craft took off, with destination to a place only Viktor knew.

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