Hey guys, this chapter took me a while, sorry for the delay. I needed time to perfect the plot because I had a lot of different scenarios with this part, but as always, I will be working.
Enjoy!
Ezreal glanced around. What could he possibly use as an escape? This was a death trap! Damn! Lux could've listened to him earlier and he wouldn't have to go through this! The future Ezreal had died here, and he could not make the same mistake.
"Ezreal... I'm sorry," a voice said.
Ezreal turned, not recognizing Lux's voice.
"It's okay Lux, things won't end here."
Come on Ezreal! Think!
The two Noxians, free from Ezreal's constant harassing from his tired out gauntlet, appeared back at the doorway.
"Well well well, looks like the game's over."
"Lux, I need you to use all your power when I give you the mark," Ezreal murmured, making sure the Noxians don't hear.
She nodded.
"Yasuo."
"Yeah?"
"Let's do it."
"Alright man."
Katarina smirked. These fools will die shortly.
"Talon, go do your work, I'll guard the door."
Talon just grunted, sprinting forward to attack while Katarina turned around to the door.
"What the-"
Ezreal blinked behind Talon and Katarina and focused his gauntlet's remaining fuel on Katarina.
Yasuo dashed right after Ezreal, helping him with Katarina.
"Why you cowards!" Talon screeched, turning back around.
"Now, Lux!"
Instantly, the two Noxians were shredded to pieces.
"Wow Yasuo, that was intense, I thought you couldn't fight anymore."
"Heh.. I still got... a little left..." Yasuo replied clutching his chest. Blood was pouring out.
This wasn't good.
"Hey Yasuo, I'll get you to the Demacian medics, just hang in there."
Throwing Yasuo's arm over his shoulder, Ezreal slowly dragged him.
"Lux, follow us," Ezreal grunted, still having to use his strength to carry Yasuo, who was surprisingly heavy.
Garen's head hurt.
This was the worst migraine he had in years, for he did not sleep for hours, despite having those hours of complete silence.
A sound from the hallway alerted the Demacian elite.
Dashing to the door, Garen leaned in to listen.
"Lux, slow down, I can't move that fast."
"Ezreal, you're so slow, do you need me to help you?"
"Agh, Lux, you can carry the other side."
What were they doing? Carrying something?
And why was his sister with Ezreal?
Opening the door, Garen found the two carrying a wounded Ionian.
"Who is he?" Garen demanded, voice husky with anger.
"Brother calm down, he's someone who stopped the assassins..."
"Assassins? Where?" Garen's eyes immediately searched through the hallway. Seeing no one, he turned his attention back to his sister.
"They were at my room the last time I checked, dead or fainted. But we need to get this Ionian to the medics."
Garen hurried off to investigate.
"Is your brother always like that?" Ezreal questioned.
Lux laughed. "Yeah... but how would you forget his personality? Oh- don't tell me he also..." Her mood dropped heavily.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Ezreal replied.
At least he avoided the future somehow, Lux and Garen would be alive.
Or was there something else in the future even more threatening that would secure Lux and Garen's lives?
He wouldn't stick around to find out. He had to stop any possibility of death for his friends.
"Urgh!"
With one last heave, Ezreal and Lux put down Yasuo on one of the beds to be treated by the best doctors of Demacia.
Ezreal immediately sat down after, closing his eyes. He needed sleep...
He felt something bump and stay on his lap.
Opening his eyes to look down, Ezreal twitched.
Lux slept at the chair next to him, with her head resting on Ezreal's legs.
This was no time to be playing around, Ezreal told himself sternly, closing his eyes again.
Ezreal opened his eyes slowly. His muscles ached and his eyes stung.
Remembering the situation quickly, Ezreal blushed as he slowly lifted Lux's head off his legs and put it on the chair.
Where was Yasuo?
He wasn't on the bed...
"Excuse me?" Ezreal questioned as a doctor passed by.
"Yes? How may I help you?"
"Did you happen to see an Ionian here last night or this morning?"
"Ionian?... No, I recall no Ionian here, sorry," he said as he left.
That sneaky little samurai...
Ezreal rushed out of the building.
Time to get searching...
Yasuo grunted, still clutching his chest.
Katarina had stabbed a jagged dagger in his chest and he knew it was a foolish idea to leave Demacian headquarters... but... he had to make sure Riven doesn't go to war. He had to find her...
The place he saw her yesterday, he had to make it there before it was too late.
Coughing out a little more blood, Yasuo's head felt dizzy.
Just a little more...
Tapping her foot impatiently, Riven crossed her arms.
That Ionian changed his personality so quickly yesterday, and all of a sudden telling her that she shouldn't participate in the war, and to meet up with him again today, when he's obviously late.
That man's such a jerk! Cruel to her in all sorts of ways.
A grunt was heard nearby, which Riven perked her ears to listen for any signs of another being.
Walking around the source of the sound, Riven's eyes widened.
Yasuo was laying on the floor, with a trail of blood from where he came.
"Yasuo..." she breathed.