The Misadventures of the Du Couteau House Chapter 10
Author: Tinnuwen
Co-Author: FallenAssassin9
Disclaimer: Tinnuwen and I, FallenAssassin9, do not own League of Legends or any of its merchandise, the owners of said game and merchandise is Riot Games, this is nonprofit story written by our love of the game, its lore, and its characters. We also don't own Futurama.
FallenAssassin9: Sorry for the long wait on the next chapter, We've been busy with school starting up but now that we got things settled we came up with a new schedule.
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FallenAssassin9: … Dammit woman I wanted you to explain the schedule. Anyway we've decided that things would be easier for us if we did our school responsibilities during the week and worked on the story over the weekend. So depending on how long the chapter will be it will most likely be released on Saturday's if it's fairly short or Sunday if it's longer. On a side note, REVIEW DAMMIT!
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"Allison I already told you I'm not doing it." Darryl sighs in an exasperated tone, annoyed with Allison's repeated request.
"Why not? Are you… chicken?" Allison smirked.
"I'm not chicken, I just know that knowing you one of those knives will end up going down south." Darryl responds accusingly.
"Still better run while you can, because I'm still throwing them at you." She replied in a monotone voice. "I'll give you five seconds." With that, she brandished her knives and spun one around her fore finger.
"I… don't think this is what Marcus meant when he said to practice." Darryl gets out while slowly backing away from the crazy woman.
"Time's up!" A knife whizzed past Darryl's ear, so close to cutting him.
"WAIT! I have one thing I want to say before I start running." Darryl shouts out holding his hands out in-front of him.
Allison stopped, crossed her arms and said, "Well? Go on. I don't have all day."
"... Later bitch!" Darryl says before kicking her in the shin and running, "Whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop."
This time a knife actually did nick his ear. "Better run faster. I've been getting better at my aim."
"Why must you insist on saying, "whoop whoop whoop" every time you start running away from something?" Talon asked in an annoyed tone.
"Well you see," Darryl says while lifting his leg to dodge a knife thrown at his calf, "I originally heard that line when watching a web series called Hellsing Abridged when one of the main characters ran up the side of a building saying it after an attack missed him."
"Still not getting why you constantly say it." Talon replies in a dry tone. Before Darryl could reply, he barely dodged a knife to the arm.
Darryl looks back at Allison, who is still chasing him, with an unamused look before flipping her off and running faster. "Well I started saying it while playing League as a joke whenever I would run away from the enemy team after I would back door their base and it eventually became a habit." Darryl explains, finishing off his reasoning before a knife actually cut into his shoulder.
Allison was getting bored with throwing her knives willy-nilly. 'Sometimes a little pain is good for building up a defensive response.' With that thought, she threw a knife right into his upper arm. The action was too fast to miss, and it hit its mark.
The knife wound causes Darryl to let out a shout of pain before picking up his pace and running to nearby woods. While doing that he is trying to keep his arm from moving to much so that the knife doesn't move around inside his arm.
"Hmm. maybe we should focus more on dodging then talking now, your… friend seems to be getting more serious." Talon suggest not at all enjoying someone tossing knives at his body.
"No shit." Darryl grunts out as he hides behind a tree before looking for the knife in his arm. 'Crap, a little more to the left and that would have hit the bone.' Darryl thought before grabbing the handle of the blade and pulling it out. The knife wasn't too long, or an artery or even a set of nerves would have been severed. Only muscle was cut. It didn't take long for Darryl to realize that Allison's accuracy can be deadly.
Still, not being one to miss a chance to mess with someone Darryl decides to put on a little act. Listening and realizing that Allison is quickly catching up, Darryl sits with his back against the tree, lowers his head down and wraps his other hand around his arm while gritting his teeth.
There weren't many signs of him continuing to run from what Allison could see. 'Perhaps throwing a knife into his shoulder was a bit too far. I do hope I didn't miss and hit a vein. Would be a real pain in the ass to find him bleeding out.' Sighing, she jumped up onto the lower branches of one of the nearby trees and out of view. He had to be nearby. Darryl didn't have enough time to cover his tracks.
Knowing that Allison would find him soon Darryl makes the wound look worse then it is by smearing some of the blood along his sleeve before pressing down on the wound making his sleeve take on a dark red color. 'There, that should give her a bit of a scare.' Darryl thinks before hearing someone walk up to him.
'I may as well track him from the ground. I doubt he would have enough strength in his left arm to climb a tree.' Allison thought. Katarina was silent through the whole ordeal. Undoubtedly the redhead must be focused on something else entirely. That is when it hit. The smell of blood. It was rather strong that it came as a shock that Allison didn't smell it before. 'That jackass must have pulled out the knife without putting pressure on his arm. He's going to be so dizzy by the end of this.'
A few moments later, Allison found him at the base of a very large tree. He was taking shallow breaths while holding his arm. 'I'll bet he was going to try to trick you into thinking his condition was worse than it was, in the process he made himself more injured.' Kat murmured. 'What an idiot.' Allison couldn't respond right away, as she went right into tearing off the sleeve to get to the wound.
Darryl must have twisted the blade slightly as he pulled out the knife, as he tore the muscle. Now he was bleeding a little internally as well as externally. Allison was quick to apply a makeshift tourniquet from a piece of his sleeve to stop the bleeding. 'Always handy to know first aid.' Allison thought as she wrapped up his arm with a bit of gauze from her training first aid kit. She knows that Darryl ran out a few days ago, although he still has painkillers.
Keeping this in mind, Allison looked around to find a way to get him back to the house. No logs, no fallen branches… nothing to make a stretcher-sled with. Sighing, Allison decided to return to the house to get a few of the guards to help carry him.
Waking up in a daze Darryl takes in his surroundings before thinking, 'Crap… must have lost a bit more blood then I thought, oh well I wasn't to worried, I know Allison's always keeps some first aid on her somewhere.' Reaching into his shoulder pad he grabs some of his painkillers before taking a pill and swallowing it.
"Yes, your little prank didn't seem to work out too well, she didn't even seem worried." Talon comments, annoyed at Darryl for his idea of a prank.
"Hmm well that's a bit reassuring… and depressing at the same time." Darryl comments before standing up. 'Hmm, seeing as how she left me here she is probably getting guards to carry me back to the mansion. But like hell I'm going to let those idiots carry me.' Darryl thought before walking through the woods back to the mansion.
"Don't you think they will get a bit worried when they get back and find you missing?" Talon asks, although not really caring about what the others would think. He is mainly just curious about how Darryl will respond.
"Ehh, I doubt it, like you said she didn't seem to particularly worry too much when she found me, I doubt she'd worry if I went missing either." Darryl explains with a slightly bitter tone.
"Someone sounds bitter," Talon comments picking up on Darryl's tone, "What's the matter, not happy that she didn't show any remorse for hitting you?"
"Oh fuck off, I'm not upset about that, hell I doubt she'd show remorse if she paralyzed my arm. I'm mostly just annoyed that I probably could go missing and she wouldn't worry about it too much." Darryl shoots back having made it three fourths of the way to the mansion. "Hmm in fact, I think I will find out." Darryl finishes before backtracking to his original location, but not before climbing a tree.
Allison got to the house rather quickly, considering that she sprinted the whole way there. Marcus was outside with Cass drinking tea and playing chess. He saw the worried look on her face and stood up. "Kat what's the matter? Where is Talon?" He asked. Allison could tell he was growing more and more worried by the second.
"He got hurt, got hit by one of my knives. He pulled it out wrong and started bleeding out before I got to him to patch him up. Since he was too heavy to pick up and carry back to the house, I came running back to get help." Allison explained. Marcus' brow furrowed in his ever deepening worry. After calling the guards, Marcus traveled with Allison through the training field and to the woods that Darryl was lying against a tree.
The Blade's Shadow was missing from his spot however, that was the start of Allison's facade began cracking. "He shouldn't be walking around with losing that much blood, this is bad… really bad… Oh this is my fault." Allison muttered in her panic. Seeing his daughter's distress, Marcus ordered the guards to look around in the hope that they would find him quickly.
Unknown to them they were being watched by Darryl and Talon who was hiding in the trees. "Well… that's surprising, they actually look… worried." Talon points out not used to people worrying about his well being.
"Well of course they are worried. Why wouldn't they be? Marcus doesn't just treat every one of his assassins the way he does us, hell he doesn't even let them live in the mansion." Darryl replies before a thought occurs to him. 'Then why was I having the same thoughts as Talon, I know Allison would likely panic if I suddenly vanished and yet…' Looking at Allison and noticing her little mask start to crack Darryl realizes something. 'Hmm I think that I might have been being slightly influenced by Talon's own personal thoughts.' Deciding to wait till the guards get some distance Darryl just sits back in the tree and waits.
It was five minutes of the guards being sent out and nothing. The armor that she had to remove to tend to him was intact from both visits. His bandages weren't found. Yet he wasn't there. Allison's worry melted into suspicion. An injured person wouldn't be moving around like this without leaving a trace of some kind. 'Talon must have taken control to give him the strength. Since he was unconscious.' Allison thought. "Either he's hiding, or he's back at the house." She said to Marcus. "I should head back, if you find him help him back." He replied.
Before he could call the guards back, a voice suddenly popped up from above them, "No need for that, I'm up here." Looking up Allison and Marcus see Darryl sitting on a tree branch waving at them.
"Talon, why were you hiding up in the tree?" Marcus asks wondering why he would keep hiding after they arrived. Allison wasn't amused.
"Why wouldn't I? No way I was going to let those guards carry me back I was just waiting for them to leave." Darryl explains before dropping down from the tree and landing in front of them. "Besides I figured it would be a good way to test my stealth skills." Darryl finishes just before he got hit upside the back of his head by Allison.
"Do you realize how worried I was." Allison said in a frighteningly calm voice. "I was so sure you were going to bleed out and you pull a stunt like this. I have a feeling you are going to feel faint in a few moments for that exertion. You lost more blood than I believe you realized. Do you want my hard work to stop the bleeding to be a waste?" She berated him as she grabbed his nicked ear to drag him home. "Don't you dare cry when I re-bandage it!"
"Ow ow ow come on, keep pulling my ear and you will make it bleed even more." Darryl complains. "Besides if you hadn't had went bat shit crazy with your knife throwing I wouldn't be injured in the first place." Darryl comments while Allison continues to pull his ear. "Quit your bitching."
Allison had no doubt that it had hurt when she tended to his shoulder again. It had opened when he jumped down. It was bleeding less, thankfully. Marcus was looking on, "That looks like it will scar evenly. Looks like you are the lucky one." He commented.
"He's lucky that he didn't accidentally cut a vein or nerve by removing the blade." Allison retorted as she closed the wound with stitches. Poor Darryl, he had to endure the pain without his painkillers, since they wore off when they got home. The wound was going to scar well. It wouldn't be very big. Sighing, Allison finished bandaging his arm after applying an antiseptic.
Noxian culture was strange. They believe in everyone having basic first aid knowledge, yet adore making sure every flesh wound scars in an attractive way. There was word that some cut around the wound to get rid of uneven edges so the scar is more defined. Who knew a city-state of people who are addicted to battle would be obsessed with their looks?
Darryl seemed in less pain after being bandaged. Allison took a little pity on him by adding a small dose of a numbing agent in the cream. Looking at Allison after she finished bandaging the wound Darryl awkwardly gets out, "Thanks… for treating my wound."
Allison smiled a small bit and replied, "Don't move it too much, or the muscle won't be the same again."
Nodding, Darryl smirks before replying with, "Sure, so… do bitches just love cannon's or do scars count as well?" With that said, Allison's face-palm could be heard throughout the house.