A/N: Hey hey :D, Waddle still hasn't replied, idk what happened :[

Anyway, this chapter of the story is a little bit dark but it gets fluffier from this point on. I also think I overdid it with the description but whatever :D

Exams are quickly approaching for me so I will suddenly stop uploading at some point later in the year, please don't think I have dropped

I am also pondering whether or not to add another lemon to the chapter, tell me if you want another one ;)

"I AM GENUINLEY CRYING I HATE YOU FOR THIS BUT IT'S SUCH A GOOD IDEA!"

:3 dw this is probably going to be the darkest part of the story, it will get better :D

The agonising sound of cloth being cut reverberates through Ezreal's ear; he balls his hands into fists, body shaking with anger. Ezreal steps back, lifting up his gauntlet. Ezreal then unleashes a wave of mystic shots into the door. Splinters spray into the room and pieces of old plank fall to the floor with a loud clunk. Ezreal jumps into the room, his gauntlet poised to fire.

In the room is the group of men that had kidnapped Sona. All of them stunned.

Sona is lying on the floor, her torso completely exposed with the tattered remains of her jacket on the floor, tears streaming down her eyes. Standing behind her with a sword is a familiar face.

"I would have never thought it would be you." Ezreal speaks with pure anger and hate.

Rhey laughs.

"Don't believe everything you see kid. I must say though, you sure made a mighty fine catch with her" Rhey says as he presses the side of his sword against Sona's chest.

"Don't touch her!" Ezreal commands, the blue gem on his gauntlet igniting in a violent ball of blue light.

Without warning, one of the men runs toward Ezreal ready to swing his sword. Ezreal fires a mystic shot into his stomach, stopping him cold. The rest proceed to attack him, their numbers soon become overwhelming. A translucent blue bow forms at his gauntlet. The kidnappers' faces slowly contort with fear as they try to scatter away from Ezreal's true shot barrage.

The projectile glides through the air, cutting through the unlucky men. Ezreal then finishes off the rest with his arcane bolts.

He then turns to Rhey, gauntlet ready.

Rhey wears a wicked grin on his face, his sword at Sona's neck, using her half naked body as a shield.

"One move and her head is off." Rhey warns in a raspy voice.

His hand moves from Sona's shoulder to her left breast, painfully squeezing it and groping it, fresh tears flow from Sona's eyes, her face a woeful sight. A direct mystic shot to his face should instantly kill Rhey, however Ezreal doesn't fire. Fear and doubt creeps into the back of his mind, eating away at the momentum he had before.

"What if Sona gets hurt?" Ezreal asks himself.

The floorboard's idle creak breaks the silent tension in the room, beckoning Ezreal to make a move.

Ezreal then notices the pools of blood behind Rhey and Sona, suddenly a haunting realization comes to his mind.

"T…They are actually dead…" Ezreal thinks fearfully. "I… I just slaughtered all of them…"

Rhey senses his fear.

"Heh, I would have thought you would be used to having blood on your hands, I know I am." Rhey says as he molests Sona's chest even further. "Damn, being able to play with this chest every night, I am pretty jealous of you"

Sona winces in pain, trying to struggle against the rope binding her hands.

"What do you think you're doing?" Rhey asks Sona with a sneer

He then slaps her in the face with his free hand, stunning both Ezreal and Sona, the sharp sound reverberates though the wooden room, a still silence follows.

A fresh spite of anger sparks within Ezreal, he forgets about the risks, the red pools of warm blood, the immense fear. But one thing stops him from releasing his anger, Cal.

"This man is a father, if… if I kill him, what happens to Cal?" Ezreal asks himself

Another dead silence follows

Suddenly, a gunshot rings through the room, the bullet hitting Rhey directly in the head, blood sprays everywhere.

His limp body slumping against Sona's back before falling onto the wooden floorboards. Ezreal stands there stunned. Snapping out of his gaze, he rushes over to Sona pulls her in for a hug, never wanting to let go again.

"I'm… I'm sorry" Ezreal stutters, holding back tears.

Sona hugs him tighter.

"Are you both alright?"

Ezreal clears his throat. "Yeah Sarah, we are fine, thank you."

Ezreal puts his coat over Sona's bare torso.

"What about them?" Ezreal points at the bodies, their blood still spooking him.

"I'll get my crewmen to clean this up, let's go."

As they walk, Ezreal can't help but feel guilty, all those men he had fearfully slaughtered won't revive, some of them could have had family like Rhey. The image of Cal's smile burns into his mind, his conscious fixated on it.

"Luckily the hotel managed to tell me what happened in time…" Ezreal hears.

Flashbacks of Ezreal's actions cloud his head as Miss Fortune continues to speak

"I knew it had to be him…"

Sona senses Ezreal's agitated state, stopping him. Making a gasping expression when she sees the dark tainted expression over his face, head down, eyes seemingly glazed. Miss Fortune also turns around; she then takes a step back as if she had seen a haunting apparition.

"Ezreal are you okay?" Miss Fortune immediately asks as she comes to his aid.

"Ezreal?.. Ezreal!.."

The dimly lit docks of Bilgewater, Miss Fortune and Sona fade away, leaving behind blackness, fatigue and the trauma from almost losing Sona and slaying all of the kidnappers takes its toll on the explorer. His body slumps against Sona.

Ezreal opens his eyes, darkness greets him.

"Where am I?" Ezreal asks in a croaky voice, looking around.

He finds himself in an empty void of black, only being able to see himself. Ezreal tries to move, but only finds himself futilely tumbling around in the empty space. Unable to move around, he relaxes his body, letting his body dangle. Cal's voice suddenly pipes up.

"Why did you do it?" Cal' voice calls.

Ezreal tries to cover his ears but Cal's voice only grows louder. Images of Cal and Rhey accompany his wails. The image then changes to the floor of dead bodies that Ezreal had left behind, the door slowly creaks open, and Cal's face peeps out the side.

"Fa…Father?" Cal whimpers

Upon seeing his cold body, Cal bursts into tears. Barely any of Rhey's head is still intact after Miss Fortune's bullet shot through him.

"Who did this?" Cal cries out.

Cal's wails grow louder and louder, drowning out every sound, every thought. Ezreal finally breaks.

"I'm sorry!" Ezreal shouts out repeatedly.

The haunting wails drone on.

"Sorry! I'm sorry! Please! Just stop it!" Ezreal cries out, trying to cover his ears.

Soon, everything fades to white.