YAY! More people reading! Thaaaaaank yoooooou! Okay, made this a bit dark, but it's still good (I hope) Anyway, read on. There is a warning at one spot for the squeemish. I mean the really squeemish. Here's another warning, for basically the entire chapter. Have fuuuuuun!

Shyvana groaned softly, her head pounding as she fought to just open her eyes.

"Hey! She's awake!" Ahri said, Sona blinking her bleary eyes open as she looked over at her. Both of them stood up and stood at either of her sides, looking over her as she slowly opened her eyes. She even tried sitting up, But Sona put her hands on her shoulders and pushed her down gently.

"Don't get up Shyvana," Ahri said softly. "You're pretty badly hurt. You need to rest."

"Where…am I?" she finally asked after a few moments, her voice gravely from not drinking anything since she had been out.

"You're in the Piltover Hospital. And I'm not gonna lie, this looks like a hotel suite." Ahri said, while Sona pulled out her instrument.

She slowly opened her eyes, shutting them right away. "Lights…bright…"

"Oh right, sorry," Ahri quickly turned the lights down and closed the blinds. "How's that?"

She opened her eyes again, slowly looking around her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light.

"You were out for a while," Ahri said as she draped a tail across Shyvana, Shyvana reaching out and stroking it with a bandage covered arm. "Three days."

"Were you guys…here? All…three days?"

Sona nodded in response for both of them. "As Ahri said, it's like a hotel here so we weren't bored. Room service with good food, not normal hospital food. An extra bed for visitors…" he face grew flushed. "No talking about what we did here though."

Ahri snickered. "All Sona did was let me borrow some essence. Morde doesn't have to know anything…right? I mean, it keeps me alive, so it's no biggy."

Sona's face just grew more flushed, and Ahri laughed before looking at Shyvana, going closer to her. "Are you feeling any better?"

Shyvana looked up, slowly nodding although she had to stop from pain. "Y-yeah…thanks…where's…where's Sir Talon?"

Ahri and Sona looked at each other, confused. "Um…Sir Talon?"

"Mhmm, where is he?"

"Wouldn't you rather see Jarvan?"

She froze, her face pale as she stared at them. "N-n-n-no, p-please not him…h-he did that to me last night!"

"What do you mean?" Ahri asked, legitimately confused. "He came and helped save you from Talon."
"N-n-no, that's not true!" She closed her eyes as they began watering up, tears sliding down her cheeks. They stared at her, shocked into silence. "P-please, d-don't mention his name…"

Ahri and Sona shared another look, now more scared and worried than confused. Talon really did mess with her mind, badly.

"Shyvana," Ahri said softly, taking her hand in her's. "Can you tell us what happened?"

Her eyes went wide and glazed over as she went into shock, a flashback going through her.

((Fair Warning: Might creep out some. I dunno. Could just be me with my needle phobia.))

Shyvana sat in the bloody chair she had been in for several hours by then, blood seeping from many wounds and collecting at the bottom of her chair where a large bowl was. He said he would sell it for its 'magical' properties.

Talon had left to eat another slice of pizza, and returned with a needle filled with a clear fluid. At the sight of it, she panicked. She had a phobia of needles after all. The odd thing was, Talon's face seemed to look a lot more like Jarvan's…and as the memory continued, she went from seeing and hearing Talon to hearing Jarvan.

Talon came forward and punched her cheek, a loud smack reverberating throughout the room before he grabbed her chin, yanking her until she was looking to the sky.

"Say goodbye Shyvana, to the world you once knew, and how you knew it," He injected the needle into her neck, a loud gasp coming from Shyvana as she felt the liquid get pumped into her system.

He yanked the needle out none to gently as Shyvana breathed hard, glaring up at him.

He just smirked as she suddenly jerked against her binds, her body rejecting the liquid. She began coughing, her eyes going wide as she began chocking.

"Night, night," he said, with an evil smirk. This will turn…" At this point she blacked out, but he kept on going. "…whoever you believe is the most wonderful, kind, or the person who you love, whatever, with me, and me with him." She had her entire time of torture, all those days, Talon's face was replaced with Jarvan's. All the time she had spent with Jarvan, killing the dragon who murdered her father, going around the Institue, and everything, Talon's face was there, as was his voice.

Whatever he had put in there, whatever drug mix it was, wasn't a nice combination.

Her eyes slowly went back to normal as Sona played her music to sooth her and get her awake.

Ahri leaned over her, worry still in her eyes. "You okay there Shyvana?"

Shyvana just looked around, staying quiet. Eventually, she nodded that she was and Ahri sighed in relief, leaning back. "What happened?"

"Flashback…Jarvan…needle…neck…"

Sona came forward, her instrument in hand and kept on playing her soothing cords. She sat on the edge of her bed, the soothing cords causing Shyvana to smile softly and relax.

"Do we know anybody who can read minds?" Ahri asked Sona, tilting her head.

"We could ask her for help?"

"NO!" Ahri nearly yelled, startling Shyvana but Sona calmed her down quickly. "We're not getting her involved! Who knows what problems she could cause," Ahri hissed, ur bristled.

"Just cause she told on you that one time, doesn't mean…"

"Yes it does and we're not talking to her, go it?"

"…yes Ahri…" Sona sighed. She didn't want to fight with the foxy in front of Shyvana. They needed to keep her calm. "Should we visit Vi and Caitlyn? They might have some new info. We could get Nami and Soraaka to watch her while we're gone?"

"Yeah sure, maybe we can find out what the hell was injected in her." Ahri looked at Shyvana who had fallen asleep again. "Seems like a good time to call them while she's out, doesn't it. Shall we go?"

"Mhmm." Sona stood up, still playing with one hand as she reached out and patted Shyvana's had, glad the dragon didn't know what she was doing. She would've lost her arm otherwise. Get well soon Shyvana, she thought, following Ahri outside, so they could make their calls.

Soraka and Nami came in while Shyvana was asleep still, tip toeing their way in to keep her asleep.

"Shh, be quiet," Nami whispered, going down to the nearby chair, plopping down on it with Soraka sitting next to her. They both looked at her, then at each other.

"So…what are we going to do while waiting?" Soraka asked.

"TV?"

"Okay, but keep the volume low."

"I know, I know," Nami said with a roll of her eyes. She turned on the TV, only to have sound blare out of it. Whoever had used it before, didn't keep the volume low. Shyvana's eyes flew open as she sat up quickly, nearly pulling out the IV drips.

"Turn it down! Turn it down!" Soraka yelled, bolting up while Nami fiddled with the remote. She ran over to Shyvana and grabbed her shoulders, keeping her still while the volume on the news went down. "Shyvana, you're okay. Calm down."

Shyavan sat like that for a while, before exhaustion took a hold of her, and she fell onto the hospital bed, covered in a light sheen of sweat. She looked around, closing her eyes. "Why…is this…happening to me?"

"What do you mean?" Soraka asked, confused and worried.

"Why…am I…so weak? I use…to be…so strong…"

"You are strong Shyvana," Soraka said, placing her hands on Shyvana's own. "You're just not well right now. It's all because of Talon."

"You mean…Jarvan…"

Nami was even confused now. The volume on the TV was low enough that it wouldn't scare or hurt her ears. "What do you mean? He was there to help save you."

"That…was Talon…"

They shared a look, Soraka bringing a hand to her forehead to make sure she wasn't having a fever or anything. They weren't told what Sona and Ahri were. "You okay Shyvana?"

Shyvana let out a humorless laugh. "Do I look okay to you?"

"Better than you did when we got you here," Soraka commented, having been one of the ones to see what she looked like, even when Jarvan tried to stop them from seeing. "Tell us what you though happened, alright?"

And she did, she told everything as she saw it from the beginning. In the meantime, someone was having a fun time in a Piltover prison.

Vi slammed Talon against the wall, slamming a giant fist into his stomach. He coughed, the air getting knocked out of him as some blood came out of his mouth.

"Just answer me damnit!" she growled, raising his limp body up against the wall by his cloak. "And maybe, just maybe, I won't kill you tonight!"

"That's enough Vi," Caitlyn said, grabbing the other enforcer and pulling her back. They were playing good cob and bad cop very well. "We just want to know who supplied you with what you got, and how we can fix Shyvana."

He slumped to the ground, coughing some more blood, only to wipe it away. "Have you tried neutering?"

Vi growled, raising a fist to punch, but Caitlyn kept her back. "Do you want to spend another knife with Vi on your ass?"

"He screams like a bitch," she said honestly with a shrug. "Can't help it if it's wonderful to have an ass like him scream while under me."

He grinned, but he was acting. Vi actually scared the shit out of him. The torturers in Noxuian jail cells and interrogation centers could learn a thing or two from these two. Hell, he was learning new things. He would treat these two to the same things if he got the chance to do so.

"I already told you about Skarner…"

"We checked with him," Caitlyn said, taking out a notebook. "He said he gave them to you under the pretense you were using them for research. He gave us a quarter of all of his money which he had saved up, quite a lot mind you, as a forgivement payment from him. He claims to have had no idea."

"I know."

"We also checked with everyone else from Noxus, everyone is against you. Minus Draven, but those two hate each from the beginning."

Vi walked forward, lifting him again and smacking him. "So spill damnit!"

A door to the cell opened, and there stood the Prince of Demacia, Jarvan.

He walked forward, Vi letting go of their prisoner as he stood in front of him. Jarvan stabbed through his cloak with his spear, lifting him up that way.

"You disgust me." He stated. "You just enjoyed having someone to prey on didn't you? You wanted someone you could have fun breaking, but when she didn't go down the conventional way, you decided as a last resort, drug her, mess with her head, and make her weak enough for you to use. Am I wrong?"

The defeated assassin grinned and nodded. "It was fun at the end. You should have seen her face as she realized what was happening. She realized how fucked she was."

Jarvan's neutral face turned into an evil snarl. He reached out and grabbed Talon by the neck, squeezing hard. The surprised assassin grabbed at his neck, trying to get Jarvan to let go. Jarvan stared at him with cold eyes as he chocked. "I'll kill you for hurting someone who works for me. I protect my subordinates, who protect me in turn. Understand?"

Talon, flipping out about cold his eyes were, decided to give in. "Wait…I can…help…"

"Oh and how?"

"I…know…cure!"

"Oh, okay." He dropped Talon, letting him breathe again. "Thank you for your cooperation," He said before turning and leaving.

As he left, Caitlyn called after him, worried about how he looked. "Where are you going?"

"Where?" He kept on walking. "To start a war."

In the rafters above them, Katarina swore. She had been hoping to avoid something like this. Damn Talon and his stupid ass schemes. I'm going to have to cash in on these favors a lot sooner than I expected. She though, before disappearing. She had a plan.

BITCHY CLIFFHANGER! Will war break out? Will Katarina save the day? Will a cure be found cause Talon might tell the truth? Find out! Whenever i decide to upload. Also, review and follow if you wish. Sorry if it was a bit dark. It was needed, here at least. Qoppy says night night to all!