I woke up supine, bound to a bed, arms and legs firmly held in place by straps of fabric. It was so tight, I couldn't even flinch, and that really irritated me. I hate being defenseless, maybe because it reminded me of the way I was treated as a child. My eyes quickly scanned the room for any potential escape routes, but the room was small and windowless. Only way to enter or leave was the door. However, I persistently kept examining the walls, and noticed that they were old, dirty and fragile. At one point a little beam of light was visible, and it looked like the wall had been made out of wood. The only problem was that I had no way of adjusting the straps. Were they just a little bit looser, I'd already had summoned an orb or two and split the damn wall in two. I finally came to a realization that escape was impossible.
"I'm really going to die in here", I thought, but then another thought rushed to my head- my chest was no longer hurting. I still tasted blood on my tongue and had trouble breathing, but the pain had subsided.
"Maybe this place isn't that wicked after all." I thought, but still had no idea how I got there, or what was I doing there.
I couldn't help but wonder where Ahri was.
"We were walking in the forest, and then…" That I couldn't remember. "Maybe she had had a change of heart and left me for good here. But why here then?"
I contemplated my situation for about an hour, randomly interrupted by a strong but numb cough, and at one point I thought I heard a noise, but it didn't last nor reoccur. I decided to lay still, waiting whatever comes next- what else could I do?
I tried to explain to her, that those two were nothing but a hindrance, but she wouldn't listen. How could she possibly be so naïve? I guess that's just one of the problems you get when living with a Starchild. She had her perks, but moments like this really pissed me off.
"Let's kill them" I tried again.
"No way. I'm sticking to my guns. They are to be kept safely."
"But Raka, what if the fox blows a hole in me again?"
"She won't. And if she would, I'd just heal it again."
"SHOW YOURSELVES YOU BASTARDS! I'M NOT ABOUT TO BE TAKEN DOWN BY TWO LITTLE CHEATY BITCHES WHO KNOW NOTHING ELSE THEN TO GROUP UP AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME WHEN I'M AT A DISADVANTAGE! 1V1 ME!" A dull voice came from the closet.
"We're trying to help you", Soraka replied, "but you're not making it easy for Lee. You see, I have more trust in people, and if it weren't for me, you would've already been dead."
"OH YEAH? THEN WHY DID YOU LOCK ME UP IN HERE? YOU'RE JUST TWO OLD PERVERTS LOOKING FOR FUN, AM I RIGHT? GO ON THEN, I DON'T EVEN CARE. USE ME, BUT IF YOU'RE SICK ENOUGH TO RAPE MY ILL FRIEND, THEN YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUST KILL ME NOW."
"I've heard enough. That bitch is crazy! I mean, she blew a hole in my chest without even looking, and now this? That's some psycho shit!" I exclaimed, burning with rage from by Ahri's words.
"Please, everyone, there's no need to shout. Ahri, we put you in there because otherwise you'd just try to burn us alive, or worse. Lee, show a little more maturity. She clearly cares for her friend like an animal, I won't deny that, but that's not bad. I offer a truce. We pull Ahri out of the closet, keep the chains on her limbs on, and talk."
Ahri started silently crying. "Just tell me if she's okay" she quickly uttered before sobbing again, now louder.
"She's not really okay, but that's not our fault- she's got some kind of a disease, and it's slowly killing her from the inside. I'm a healer, and dare I say one of the best, but never have I seen an illness so savage. I'll do what I can, but nothing is clear yet. So, can we talk? I seriously mean no harm" Soraka calmly explained.
"Yes", a short reply came.
Soraka took the key and approached the large wardrobe. It was ancient, wooden and sturdy- pretty much an ideal solitary confinement cell. The key was huge- as the lock itself. Soraka slowly slid it in and gave it a twist. With a loud squeak the door opener, revealing Ahri, cheeks now red from bitter tears. I couldn't stand it- this sly fox bitch was getting away with murder. I was the victim, not her! And if Raka doesn't understand, then she's not worth my time or company. She's not an asset anyway, and not even ass. The only reason we were traveling together, was that I had to make her trust me. The more allies we have when the invasion begins, and it WILL begin, the better. However, I wasn't going to let one person, a deity or not, ruin a whole country. Fucking pacifists don't get it- Ionia is more important than any of us. The fox is a risk to the country I love, and some might say I'm obsessed, but what is a country without territory? And she clearly wants to help the Noxian scum.
"Thank…" She began to speak, but her face met my furious foot, and was blasted back into the closet. Soraka let out a pained gasp of surprise, but I didn't give a shit. Still, I couldn't stop there, I had to finish what I started:
"This *kick* Is *kick* For *kick* Ionia *Kick* And this…" A glistening knife appeared in my hand, and I prepared to land the final blow, my head filled with intent as holy as an angel's. But I was interrupted.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let you kill an innocent girl", Soraka shouted, and called down a hail of stars upon me. Sure, innocent. The stars crashed through the roof, bringing half of the building down, and collapsed on my back. I had to admit, she was quite powerful for a fucking traitor, who had just killed my homeland over one slut. "I hope all Noxians and their horses get to rape you when the time comes, and later let your head be hung high, let your eyes rot out, and let ravens chip out your brains, so everyone would see what happens to those who betray me." That was the best I could wish them, also, I was dying. Soraka could've cured me, but she opted for the fox instead. Dying was quite painful, and I grew tired of it. With my last "Fuck you" I drove the beautiful Ionian-crafted knife into my throat, and that was it. The finale. I'd failed my country, but I gave it my best. It was a good life. Let Ionia burn.
Rain poured down, as a mighty army entered big, strong, bulky warships. The rain itself was quite twisted, in a sense that it was so polluted it offered not relief for any plants, but demise. Swain was sure that his army would be quite similar to the rain, and it would rot out Ionians along with their roots and branches. He had been preparing for the departure, and had fed his giant raven. Ideally, there would be no battle. He hoped for a crimson slaughter, visualizing himself on top of a pile of corpses, raising the blood red Noxian flag. The dogs had to die, for they were too weak to live…
Swain let out a sigh. "We'll see about that", he thought to himself, but in his heart he already knew the answer.
He began limping towards a chariot. "I do have half of Ionian officials under my thumb. But it feels like that won't be the case, despite the strategy looking flawless." He told Darius, who had been waiting by the ride for quite some time.
"We still have the easy way out. But I'll smash everyone before it's even needed." Darius replied.
After a short trip the duo arrived on the biggest ship, black smoke already pouring out of its massive chimneys. On the aft hung a beastly engine, so hot it vaporized the water closest to the ship, creating a sour fog. Swain slowly made his way to the prow, enjoying the sick view, and shortly after the siren howled once. With that they were off.
A.N. Hey, long time no see! Seriously, it's been like two weeks since I last updated, and I hate myself for it. Do you like where the story is going? Am I not boring you? Are the chapters not too short? Now (as always, shh) you can let me know! Just leave a review, or even drop a PM, and I'll make sure to adress it. Also, thanks for the follows and favourites, those are what keeps me going, and I really appreciate it. One more thing- can't promise you more frequent updates, life is rough, but I'll try my best, so stay tuned. Have the best day (or night) possible, and see you next time :) -Rainy