Thank you guys for all the support you've been giving me, we have finally reached 1000 views on this fanfic! To celebrate this, this chapter will have 4000 words! I am truly sorry for this late update, I have had metric tons of homework…
Honorable mention: A reader, for giving me advice to improve
Warning: 9/11 and I.S.I.S. jokes, if you don't feel comfortable or feel offended in anyway, ignore this chapter. I sincerely apologize for doing so.
Jason's POV:
In front of me, machines, poking my body, jabbing my limbs, as if observing my reactions to them. My forehead had a stinging sensation, like being poked by a pin. If I were to guess, my physique has piqued these machines' interest. Iron cuffs, gripping my wrists and ankles. There was no escape.
Something pierced through the skin of my shoulders. It gave me a small headache but I lost consciousness after that. My sanity, slowly dripping away and my will starting to waver. Soon my body was an empty shell.
Coming to, I found that I was in a dark, brick cellar. Alone. That scene… Was it a dream? Sitting up, I started to check my surroundings, walking around, tracing my index finger on the brick wall, as if there was any clue that lead to where I was.
It was then, did I realize a presence behind me. It was a robot, much like the ones guarding my previous cell, if I recalled correctly. I looked at it carefully. It had a rectangular slot that acted as a pair of eyes, some claws as its fingers, and a large circle that on each of its palms to emit energy. It was colored golden. A majestic color, it had a small metallic marks on it to go with the golden. It had a small blade, much like the one I used to fight Butterfly with.
It leapt from its position and made an attempt to slash at me. Luckily, my reflexes were fast enough to save me from the blade. Leaping sideways, I dodged the blade. Next, it turned its head and cracked, "Processing information…" Once again, it leapt at me, but this time, it didn't use its blade, it used its claws and dug its claws into my forearm. I screamed in agony and punched at its eyes. It seemed to sense me aiming for its eyes and jumped back. Next up, it fired a black energy bolt at me. Fortunately, I predicted where it was going to land and was able to roll out of it.
"What… are you?" I asked the machine curiously.
It seemed to understand and answered, "I am the evolved generation of the Projects, I am the prototype of the new generation. I am you, but better."
"What do you mean you're me?" I demanded, "I don't attack people out of the dark!"
"You see… I inherit your abilities, but I'm far more superior than you. I improvise your abilities until they are at their peak!" It mocked, "One of your comrades, Riven, is like you! She has a robotic version of herself, but better! Riven is of the old age, we have surpassed her abilities!"
At this, my heart was like a raging fire. No mere robot could be better than the original. I knew he was right, but I couldn't bring myself to say it, especially when my comrade's pride depended on it. If I admitted she and I were of the old age, Riven would be treated as weak. She was strong, I didn't want to believe that she lost!
I grimaced, the robot noticed my pain in hearing this and continued to insult them.
"We've taken samples from each and every one of you through our cameras. All your allies, no matter at the doorway, or in charge of saving you, we have information about them. We've made them better than you! You are all of the old age!"
Sharja's POV:
We had gained much more men and army forces… but was it enough? Everyone had started to know each other after the past few days, we knew that it was a good sign, but… We had to face it, we had no idea what we were up against, even now their forces might be still growing.
"If only there was an alternative way of winning." I sighed, "A way that would end up in nobody dying… "
"What's with the sad face Sharja?" A voice asked.
Spinning around on my heels, my eyes fell upon Akali, the fist of shadow, looking at me worriedly.
"It's nothing Akali. You scared me…"
"Sorry, I'm used to being in the shadows… Anyway, wanna train? We can do a team competition with the other assassins!"
"I'll join, haven't seen how good you guys are."
"I'll tell them that you're entering!"
A few moments later:
Their team for the battle consisted of: Yasuo, Master Yi, Fizz, Kassadin (Who didn't hate Kha'Zix for who he was now), Kayn (Who came as Zed's disciple), Tenbu, and Zed. That was for the League team.
Our team consisted of: Mora, Airi, Zuka, Ratz, Akali, Kha'Zix and Ekko (who surprisingly wasn't on the evil side of the war). We were the mixed team.
Both teams had protected weapons- as it was a practice match- we would basically slash at everyone on the other team, until they fell from the pain. In Kha'Zix and my case, we bandaged his claws and my shuriken, so we couldn't kill or injure.
The battle begun with Airi dashing into the center of their team and launching her ultimate- Ryo. Following up, I threw my shuriken towards them hitting all of them twice, immobilizing them. Mora entered, using his space and time barrier to slow our enemies. Akali and Kha'Zix dashed through them landing hits on them, preventing their escape.
Zed, Kayn, Yi and Yasuo were able to dodge the attacks before they happened, but narrowly. Fizz and Kassadin were surprised by the sudden engage and were not fast enough to react. Tenbu had shadow flashed away, wasting one of her three charges.
Yasuo used his steel tempest and clipped Ekko onto the tornado. The next thing we knew, Ekko was on the ground, groaning in pain. Good thing he wasn't that far away from the ground when he got knocked up.
Ratz used this chance to use his Shoryuken and Hadoken on Yasuo, making him airborne. Yasuo was dazed when he landed, like he was drunk on too much sake. Akali used her crescent slash to injure Yasuo. Yasuo was on the ground, bruised and out cold.
Kha'Zix leapt onto Yi, and slashed at him with his "protected" claws. Although Yi wasn't scarred, he had red stripes on his skin, like ribbons scattered on him. Kha'Zix leapt onto his second target- Kayn. Kayn tried to shadow step onto the wall but failed when he saw Akali in front of him, blocking his path. Akali used her twilight shroud and slashed at Kayn with both her kamas in an 'X'. Kayn fell, coughing in pain. What Akali did not realize was that Zed and Tenbu had silently crept behind her. Readying his wooden shurikens, Zed threw his shurikens at her bruising her arm, Tenbu followed up hurling her suffocating dagger at Akali. Barely missing her neck. I activated my ultimate: The Supreme Blade. I ejected one quarter of my shuriken at Zed, and another at Tenbu. It hit both of them. Tenbu was thrown back, while Zed took the hit and skidded backwards. The ultimate ended and my shuriken was fixed, taking back the parts of the shuriken that flew away. Rushing to Akali's side, I inspected her injuries, she couldn't fight, her forearm was bruised, followed by a shallow splinter at the side of her neck. She retreated from the battlefield hands high in the air, signalling that she would not be fighting.
The fight was not over. Tenbu shadow flashed to Mora, who had no time to react, and slashed at him with her wooden dagger. Mora fell. Zuka was the first to react, and dashed over to Tenbu, knocking her on the head with his large bamboo stick, while drinking from his large gourd. She crumbled, but left a dagger in her hands. Using it she knocked Zuka off balance (Zuka is a panda, I personally don't support animal cruelty, but hey, is it wrong to fight back to a panda that knows kung-fu?) Zuka tripped and fell. His face faltered, like he was tired and drunk, and wanted some sleep. Both of them down.
Zed had enough time with that distraction, to take down Mora and Ratz. It was Airi and I on my team, Zed and Yi on the enemy team. Yi tried to use his alpha strike on us, but failed to knock us out. Airi used her shuriken to knock Yi up, while I used this chance to immobilize him as he came down. Airi and I used everything we could think of to knock him out. Soon, he slowly kissed the ground, he was unconscious. They only had Zed left, but little did we know, what he was capable of.
Zed used his living shadow and started throwing shurikens and slashing at us with both the shadow and himself. There was simply no entering his personal space. Soon, we had to end it. I threw my shuriken in a straight line going through him and the shadow. He was immobilized. Airi then used her Ryo to stun him and create a shield. She slashed at him with fury. That was when he acted. He activated his Death Mark, and marked me, he used his shurikens once again, bruising my limbs. Airi used this chance to use her shuriken to knock back Zed. At that point the match was over. Zed had took me down with his death mark (which was actually not painful, unless you were severely injured), but Airi had the last laugh. She stabbed at Zed's stomach, making him puke hard-time. We had won.
I managed to cheer, I was exhausted, but we had won for all I cared. That was when I heard a scream of joy coming from a room next door, "Try me, I landed a three-sixty noscope on you. You can't do anything about it." I recognized the voice immediately, it was Van. For all I knew, he was playing a game called "Counter Strike Global Offensive?" I seriously couldn't care less.
"Shut up noob, I can kill all of you with my dual berettas." It was Violet this time, guess she wasn't having a wonderful day…
All of us that kept conscious were laughing at how childish everyone next door sounded. All of us had returned to our quarters and slept, because we were champions, we had different dorms. Mainly so that we wouldn't cause trouble to anybody else, or that nobody would come, and bother us…
? POV:
The night wrapped its arms tightly around me, cloaking my appearance. Observing everything around me, I found it was only me on the streets this late. My blade, poised on my back, it slightly teetered but it was stable. I snuck into the shelter. Nobody around, I could execute my plans. Oh you would've laughed how careful I was. Slowly turning their doorknobs, preventing the sound escaping from the hinge of their doors. Letting the darkness and silence swallow my presence, I would let out the gas I was informed to use, to brainwash these petty beings. As I let out the gases in each vial under their noses, I could not help but smile. Oh how they would feel when they woke up…
As predicted of Viktor, there were quite a lot. Many champions from many worlds had come to help this pathetic world. It didn't matter, all I needed to do was sneak up and drug them with the gas.
My job was soon over. Dawn had yet to arrive. A perfect time to escape. The doorway was near, it was closed. I turned the handle and snuck out, following the alleyway that I came from, I found Mganga waiting for me. He seemed to be pleased when I informed him that I have succeeded. We returned to the castle, watching the streets fade away… Little did I know, that I had not yet finished the job.
Sharja's POV:
Painfully waking up, I looked up at the ceiling above me. Where was I? My surroundings, a few drawers, a table and a chair. I readied my shuriken, that thankfully was with me. I crept towards the door in the corner. It wasn't locked. I opened it, whilst gripping my blade tightly. I pushed it open gently. Nothing was there waiting for me. Tiptoeing out, my shuriken held at a diagonal angle, tip pointing towards the side. I sensed a presence and spun around, "Who's there?" I cried. It was a girl, a bit younger than me, standing unafraid at the sight of me wielding a blade. Suddenly, she looked worried, "I-is there something wrong Sharja?" She asked worriedly. How did she know my name?
'Calm down, now was not the time to panic.' I thought to myself. "Where am I, and what is this place?" I asked the girl.
Now, the girl looked really shaken, "Do you remember who I am?" She questioned, eyes wide in fear, "Are you sure you're alright? Do you remember Jason?"
Who was Jason? The first question that came into my head after she asked all those questions.
Riven's POV:
I sat on my bed in the cellar I was kept in. Nobody came, Jason had been taken away, I was here, stranded. A knock came from the door, "Enter." I shouted. Two figures entered, two familiar figures. "Well, I didn't expect you two to be in here." I snarled, "Boxbox and Katarina."
"Riven, I'm here to give you an offer." Boxbox announced, "You have the choice to stay here, as a prisoner, or follow me and come to our side."
"Come on Riven, you know you won't win on their side. Fighting for justice? Are you even thinking properly?" Katarina sneered, "I mean, you're the one that gets prioritized when it comes to playing games in the league."
"I'd rather stay here, thank you very much. Even though I may not be willing to be safe, I want to believe in the boy." I replied.
Both of them looked at each other and shrugged. "The offer remains Riven, tell me if it changes."
They walked away in silence, I stared at them quietly as they left.
Natalya's POV:
In front of me stood a boy, he was screaming out, calling my name. He was calling me, but I didn't know his name. He had black hair and eyes and light brown skin. He started to fade, he leaned towards me, arms stretched out, I wanted to take his hand, but as soon as I started step towards him, he vanished, without a trace.
Coming to, I could only see the white of the ceiling above me. 'Disgusting choice of color, whoever made this was probably not thinking.' I thought. Fang was beside me, as always. It was a good sign. A knock came on a door on the side, it was quite hard to find due to its whiteness. Opening it, I saw a young woman, around eighteen if I were to guess.
"N-Natalya, a-are you alright?" the girl asked.
"How do you know my name?" I demanded,
"I- I'm Whitney… Don't tell me you've been brainwashed as well…"
She explained everything to me.
"Fascinating story. Now prove that it's real." I said curtly.
She didn't flinch. She simply replied, "Come with me and I'll show you."
I walked out the door and found a few familiar faces: Veera, Violet and Van. Quite a lot of other people were around, waiting for Whitney to announce something. Whitney opened her mouth and shouted, "Does anyone remember who Jason is?"
Jason… It was a distant name. I'm sure that it was probably someone unimportant. Someone definitely would have known them somehow. Silence befell us, nobody seemed to have a clue to who this Jason was.
Whitney's POV:
This was the most awkward situation I've ever been in. Nobody raised their hand or made any sign of knowing who Jason was. If the whole thing was a prank, that would be good, but… Nobody made a sign that they cared about Jason. Well, time to switch to plan B.
"Alright everyone, if you don't remember him, I'll take you to him." I yelled, "Maybe then your memory will actually function."
Everybody seemed confused, I could understand why, but my current mission was to jog their memories of Jason, save him, Riven and Butterfly to prevent further danger. They seemed to agree.
I knocked on Faker's door to check if he was there, thank god he was there, and had not lost his memories as well. He listened while I explained the situation we were in. He nodded in approval to my idea.
We would teleport once again to the castle, this time, we would shout and attract their attention, making sure that everyone could see their faces. Those on our side would know who we were facing, and turn their attention to the enemy, their enemy.
Once again, the horrid sensation of teleportation began. Thank god I had the memory of how utterly disgusting my guts would feel, so I wouldn't feel too bad. Every champion fell to the ground from the nausea, compared to my first time, these guys weren't that bad…
Seeing that no guards were around, I decided to shout, "This is ISIS and we're going to 9/11 this castle, you can run, but you won't survive!" (Okay, I'm not one of those assholes that think if you're a Muslim you're part of ISIS, well… unless you say you are. Also I feel sorry for those that died in 9/11, I truly am.)
Thankfully they heard this, and replied through some speakers, "Get your hands up in the air, drop your weapons, we will have officers right there in a minute. Do not attempt to attack the officers, I repeat, do not attempt to attack the officers."
Well, better get started with my plan. First step: Run!
A few minutes later:
"Dammit, Whitney, you couldn't have been less of a terrorist when we were in enemy territory?" Faker screamed.
"Sorry, I've always loved the idea of fighting for something you believe in!" I yelled back, "I mean seriously, we can actually destroy this place, you have me remember?"
"Doesn't matter right now, we'll die before we can!" Sharja screeched.
Everyone was pushing through the corridors, everyone was in a hurry. We would barge straight through the path, crushing anything in our path. Sirens wailed throughout the whole building. Chaos was enjoying itself in this situation, not one ounce of order could be seen.
Down we went, one, two, three, four floors (Jhin reference). There we found something beyond comprehension. A golden and metallic-colored robot was creating… other robots. Some resembled us, one had a long instrument, wide, strings stretched across it. Another had a large shuriken, it wore a metal cape of feathers, all which had polished blades under every feather.
"I see you've arrived." The golden robot crackled, back towards us.
"What is the meaning of this?" Sharja roared, "Are these things trying to surpass us?"
"I see you are as foolish as he was, and no, these robots are not trying to surpass you, they will surpass you." It crackled again, "For example, I've already surpassed my original."
"Who's your original?" I challenged, "I bet it's not someone impressive."
"I wouldn't say so, Whitney, I wouldn't say so."
"How do you know my name?" I snarled.
"Simple, I took my original's memories as well as his abilities."
Gasping in realization, I figured out what was standing in front of me, it must be Jason's replica. He sensed my short period of silence and spun around, facing us. "Glad you figured it out with your pea-sized brain Whitney." It made a noise that might've possibly been a laugh.
I lunged at it, my fists were engulfed in magical flames in an instance. I threw my right fist at him. It caught me by the wrist and hurled me onto the ground. I coughed in pain, my ribs hurt, I swear it broke quite a few of them.
A few charged at the robot, some stayed behind. The robot turned around and dodged every one of their attacks. Almost as if… it was dancing. It danced through all attacks coming towards it. It was swift, like water, its limbs flowed as we attacked, we couldn't take it down easily.
Jason's POV:
"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed as I awoke, "What was that?"
A loud crash that came from above my cellar, it was nearby. I checked my wrists, no cuffs, thank god. I raced to the nearest doorway which was at the front of the cellar. It wasn't locked. I burst through the door and climbed a few flight of stairs and arrived at the source of the loud noise.
Whitney, on the ground. Bruised, battered. Kneeling beside her, I checked her injuries, luckily, none were fatal enough to kill, a couple of her ribs were broken, I noticed, as I traced my finger on them. I noticed everyone else, and quite a lot of additions, were standing at the entrance.
"Finally, our protagonist arrives." A voice crackled, a voice I knew very well.
"You." I growled, as I turned to my machine replica.
"You know you won't win."
"Maybe so, but I will if I play dirty!" As soon as those words left my mouth, I kicked him right between the legs. He definitely felt the pain from that one. He shot up into the air, causing everyone in the room to chuckle at the sight of the robot flying into the air.
The robot came down with a deafening crash, music to my ears. It whimpered while muttering and cursing under its breath.
"Any words left?" I challenged, "Any smart taunt?"
"#$*% you." It mumbled as its gold color started to fade.
I turned to the others, facing them. They all wore confused expressions, I decided to walk over to Natalya and greet her first, as she was one of my closest friends here. I noticed quite a huge number of people behind them, some wore armour, some wore leather boots or trousers, I decided to ignore that for now.
Reaching my hand out to Natalya, I greeted, "Glad you came Natalya."
Unexpectedly, she slapped my hand away and exclaimed, "Insolent fool, do you know who you're talking to?"
I glanced over to Whitney who was gesturing for me to follow her. After excusing myself, I marched over to Whitney who spoke in a quiet voice, "They don't remember anything about you, more precisely, they don't remember starting from around ten to eleven years ago. They said it was 2017 when it's already 2027!"
I gasped in horror, so everything I've done so far, even before I lost my memories, would be totally meaningless? I needed to fix this. That was when I realized the only remaining possible solutions: Riven and Butterfly, if they had any memories of me left that were shared with the others, it would make them believe they lost their memories, I still had a chance.
I walked back over to the crowd assembled at the doorway of the lab.
"Um, hello everyone, I'm Jason, I used to be a summoner for all of you guys, and I'd like to thank you for coming here to save me."
"Explain yourself, fool. What was that act of rudeness?" Natalya arrogantly questioned.
"I, umm, uhh, thought I could get a seat beside your mightiness Lady Natalya."
Her expression faltered as she hesitantly answered, "Well then… You are excused."
Shortly after Whitney explained our next task, which was to save Riven and Butterfly, we headed off to find my remaining hope of regaining my identity. All we need was time, time was of the essence, and it surely wasn't on our side, when we realized that, we didn't know where they were, the possibility of them being alive, and most of all, if they had any memories left.
That's the end of that, I hope you guys enjoyed it. If you do, review and tell your friends to read this, if there was anything that you wanted changed due to the grammar problems I have, review and scold me. Also, I won't be updating for at least another week, since I'm on a trip, so… Until next time- Kyomugami