chapter 9 – The battlefield
I am incredibly sorry for the late update. I've been having incredible writer's block. People say I envision Thresh perfectly, but it is extremely hard to add romance to this story. I've been thinking about it so much and so far I only managed to think he'd only act out of pure lust and loss of control. After all he's not going to be very affectionate unless he is like extremely deep into a relationship, which is not what I see happening. But anyway, I hope I envisioned him well and put some nice 'romantic' action in there. I'm open to feedback since I do not have many ideas on how to make Thresh or Zaphara show affection. I do have ideas for the story itself however. For example I'm thinking of a few shadow isles related champions in this story soon and definitely some lore based happenings. You will all see that soon.
Anyway onto the story. Hope you enjoy it!
The figure was panting heavily as it rushed through the woods. It darted over roots, fallen trees and jumped through bushes as it made its way to the other side of the forest. Every time the figure jumped on a root the root was split in half by some unknown force. Trees were scraped by something sharp, leaving a hole in them. The bushes rustled loudly as something chased the figure. It was desperately trying to escape, sweat covering its entire body. It could feel the strain of stress in its muscles. It was starting to think it would not survive this chase.
Its pursuer was none other than Thresh, the chain warden. above the figure hovered an hp bar, which had less than one bar left. She was below 100 health, and so Thresh knew he would be able to kill her with one hit. His prey was none other than Lulu, the enemy support. thresh, although rarely lately, was the ADC of his team, and he had gotten quite a few kills he could call his own work, along with a lantern full of souls he collected from the enemies he had slain. If you thought that he was scary as a support, people would pee their pants when they would see him as a fed marksman.
He thrust his scythe forward once again, seeing it go in a straight line towards his target. He laughed maniacally as he waited for it to hit, awaiting a new fresh soul.
The sound of metal hitting metal could be heard as his scythe dropped to the ground, entangled with a similar looking scythe, although this one was white. He followed the chain to the original owner, finding the last person he wanted to face.
The chain was attached to her palm, where she held it in place. She was looking at him with a glare, though both of them knew it was only half-hearted. The small yordle took the opportunity and bolted through the forest until she was safely in her team's base. Zaphara untangled her scythe from Thresh's and retracted it back into her hand.
The two enemies never let their gaze falter. They stood still, staring at each other for what felt like ages, waiting for the other to make the first move. However, when it didn't come the female became impatient. ''Are we going to do something or what?'' Thresh only seemed to grin. ''No need to rush. There is plenty of TIME'' just as he said the last word he threw his scythe forward, catching her in the leg. His surprise attack had worked, for she yelped as she hit the ground, blood starting to ooze out of her wound.
She didn't even bother covering up the wound, not that she would have any time to do so. Using the scythe as a rope The Chain Warden pulled himself towards the woman, crashing right into her. She let out a grunt as her side flared in pain, dark, almost black blood dripping down onto the ground rapidly. Thresh used the scythe that was still lodged in her leg to keep her in place.
Thresh had a stupid grin on his face, thinking that he had her. However that grin was quickly wiped off his face when something hit him hard in the side of his skull, forcing him to close his eyes to try and regain his vision. When he looked down Zaphara was gone from under him. He let out a growl. ''You have managed to save one soul but you won't be able to save your own!'' he yelled, standing up from his position just in time to block the fist that had come his way. He was surprised to find out it was covered by a hard white shell.
She started attacking viciously and without mercy. Her fists came down upon him like a barrage, but he managed to dodge or block each one. Her strength had almost tripled with the shell covering her fists, increasing her attack damage immensely. With one attack he could hear his gauntlets crack, a sign that the one-sided fight was wearing down on him.
''Enough'' he said slowly, his voice booming through the clearing. It succeeded in making Zaphara momentarily stop, giving him an opportunity to get her off of her with one crude kick against her stomach. With his scythe he grabbed a hold of her waist, the sharp blade digging into her skin. He let out a grunt as he summoned a spiritual wall in a Pentagon shape.
He pulled her towards him, placing his free hand on her waist and placing his face close to hers. ''My house, my rules'' he whispered menacingly, sending a shiver down Zaphara's spine. She growled as the blade cut deeper into her side, almost cutting up to the bone. ''Let's have some fun, little kitten'' he said, his voice almost purring in her ear, succeeding in sending another shiver down her spine, but this one out discomfort. This whole game Thresh wasn't allowed his fun because the enemy team had always advanced on him, but this time he would have all the time. He had just killed two members of the enemy team and his team had killed the other one. The only one that remained was Lulu, but she was too low and wouldn't there to come into the jungle with the enemy team pushing into her base. So Thresh had a lot of time to spend with the Inprisoner. His team would even thank him for distracting her.
It wasn't unusual for Thresh to get so close to his victim, especially the females. They tended to act a lot more extreme to the thought of death and torture, so their hearts would pound out of their chests and their whimpers sounded like music to his ears. But being so close to Zaphara was different somehow. For starters her heart was no longer beating properly and she did not cry when faced with death. She was not like the other female champions, if you could even call her female. This both infuriated and intrigued him. Slowly Thresh started to bury his skull in her neck. The woman started to struggle, but one quick tug on the blade in her waist halted her movements. ''Be a good kitten now...'' he purred in her ear.
Thresh ignored the pleas of his summoner to get it over with, shutting him off completely. Said summoner let out a cry of distress when his orb had completely dimmed, not allowing him to see a thing. The warden took in a deep breath, taking in her scent. It smelled of dirt and blood. He loved it. It made him sigh in content. Zaphara knew Thresh was acting strange. He had seen how he acted with others and he did not get this close to them without making them feel any form of pain. But she did not stop him. She would gladly live a few more seconds to buy more time for her team.
Her mind went blank however when she felt soft lips touch her neck. Her legs started to shake and she started to sag in his hold. A dark chuckle came from deep within the wardens throat and before she knew it she was slammed into the wall, Thresh's body placed against hers in a cold embrace. It didn't take long for his lips to be back on her neck, kissing teasingly and even letting his tongue trail over her cold skin. She shivered out of pleasure this time.
Thresh was losing control over himself. He had expected to have some fun with her in the form of torture, but when he noticed her reaction to the softest touch of his lips against her neck something snapped inside of him. He had pushed her to the wall in a act of dominance. He had dropped his scythe to the floor, favoring to press his gauntlet against her wound instead, occasionally squeezing there which earned him a nice whimper of pain. Oh how he loved that sound coming from her. It gave him chills and made him want more. And more he would be getting. Instead of the teasing kisses he had so far placed on her neck he bit down hard on her skin, hard enough to pierce it and let a trickle of blood run by the side of his mouth. At this point his mind was covered in a white fog. He didn't know what he was doing, but he did know what he wanted. And what he wanted right now is the cause of what he was doing right now.
In the back of his mind he could hear a odd ringing. It grew steadily louder and more frequent as he licked up the blood on her neck, but he chose to ignore it until it was starting to give him a headache. Stopping with what he was doing he tried to find out what the source was. He lifted the blockade that blocked his thoughts and vision from his summoner. ''Thresh get your ass out of there they are coming!'' his summoner yelled at him. ''Our entire team has been killed and the enemy team is now heading for your position fast! You need to get out of there!''
Deciding that he had enough fun for now he picked up his scythe by the chain. He looked down at the woman in front of him. Her eyes were closed and she was slightly shaking. He wasn't sure if it was from shock or something else. He eyed the trail of blood that slowly trickled down her neck, feeling a spark of excitement in his chest before he quickly doused it. She simply look delicious...
He lifted up his scythe to give her the finishing blow before her team would come and get an ace on him. Just before he struck her chest to pierce her non-beating heart he stopped. Something had caught his eye. He stared, completely dumbstruck for the first time in his life. ''Impossible...'' he said lowly. He just stood there, weapon raised, ready to strike, but he could not move. But another yell in his head woke him up. ''Thresh watch out!'' his summoner yelled. Not even a second later a large alligator came barreling towards him, yelling its war cry as it seemed to increase in size greatly. He pushed himself away from the woman, turning to flee, knowing that the enemy team was right behind their ally.
He didn't even glace back at the woman that was now slumped on the floor, engulfed in a blue light as he made his retreat
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