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Hello everyone!
Now for something completely different...
Note: this is my very first short story I ever wrote in English language, as well as from the League of Legends lore. Keep that in mind, please :-)) Any criticism is welcome.
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He was running through the forest like a wind. Like a beast he - actually - was. His senses were keen, body in perfect unison with the mind. Even though this one wasn't very hard to hunt. He could smell its blood. Its sweat reeked of fear. But whou wouldn't fear for life, if hunted down by mighty Warwick himself? All in all, the poor man made it too easy for the bounty hunter.
"Easy prey." he smiled as he ran.
Warwick always referred to his bounties as "it". No need to get personal. Just get the name, description, last location someone saw IT and how much will they pay for the corpse. He did not like "fresh deliveries", as his bestial instincts were getting the best of him, lately. What good is it anyway? Getting through all kinds of trouble bringing it alive to some prison or whatever place was the delivery location, just to see your prey getting killed few minutes afterwards? Rather end its misery right there and then, save lots of time and problems to everyone involved.
But today, he will have to keep himself at bay. This one was too important to be killed at sight. Warwick even remembered his name - Krollic, or Krollax. But that was it. He didn't know the reason why he was chasing it, and neither was he interested. It was the hunt itself, that was bringing him the joy. Not reasons.
Warwick was closing on his prey. He could smell it even more...
Suddenly - a short sound of clasping metal came from somewhere in front, where he was sensing his prey. Loud scream of pain followed immediately after that. Warwick was instantly on alert and closed the gap in two quick jumps. He went through the bushes as if they were not even there, and found himself on a small clearing.
In the middle, Krollic (or Krollax) was lying on the ground, his left leg firmly caught in a metal trap, that looked like the one hunters were using to catch bears in it. Warwick grinned. Pure luck delivered him the prey on a silver plate.
"Please, don't kill me..." whined Krollic (or Krollax) and started desperately crawl away from the bounty hunter, towards the other side of the clearing. Wolf came closer to him and said in a low, growling voice:
"They said they want you alive. But everyone knows, that woods are dangerous, right? Different beasts roams the place, like wolfs..." He barred his teeth as he spoke. Poor bastard nearly wet himself.
"And everyone knows, that wolf's pelt makes a nice trophy." said a calm voice and before Warwick could turn his head back, he could hear the sound of a shot, almost immediately as he felt the light breeze on his right ear, where the deadly projectile flew just an inch away. He immediately jumped back and went into the fighting stance. From the nearby bushes, a sihouette approached. It was a woman. Woman in a big hat, with a sheriff's star on her breast.
"What are you doing here, my dear? Aren't you supposed to be catching criminals in your hometown?" asked Warwick irritated. He didn't like the idea of her interfering with his business.
"You're right. That's why I'm here, my dear." answered Caitlyn self-confidently.
"But he is mine."
"By what right?"
"I took the bounty. I was chasing him through whole Piltover, and if you didn't shove your little nose into my business..."
"Oh give me a break, okay?" she interrupted him in annoyance in her voice, "maybe if you used that little brain of yours, you would get him sooner than me. See - while you were running around like a rabid dog," Warwick's jaw tensed as he heard the comparsion, "I went to his home. I looked around and found out about some small, hidden cave nearby, what was supposed to be his safe house, if his plan went kaboom. I just came here and set the trap. Literally." she added and smiled at the man on the ground, who started to sob.
"Don't press your luck too much, sheriff." said Warwick, putting enough emphasis on the last word, as to underline that he don't give a toss about her status around here.
"It may just... snap!" and he closed his jaws with a loud bite.
But Caitlyn didn't seem to be neither impressed, nor scared. Obviously she was dealing with tough guys for some time and knew if someone was bluffing.
"This leads us nowhere. Let's just agree it was a genuine mistake to interviene, take your toys and go home, all right?" proposed Warwick. His prey was just a few feet away, bleeding, and the beast inside grew restless. And now he wasn't even sure, if this can be resolved peacefully. Just in case he readyed himself and thought about his first strike, if the situation needs it.
"My mistake? No way, furrby. The Judicator wants to make an example out of this guy over here. I'm taking him in."
"Since when you are Kayle's pet? I thought you are better than that."
"I serve the justice. But I don't think you will understand that. Ever." she frowned.
"Look, I have a reputation to maintain, all right? Now, how would it look like, if it gets out, that I just walked away, because of some skinny lady in a fancy hat? Hmm? Be reasonable."
"Up yours, wolfie. And what about my reputation? I can't let some smelly dog take all my..."
That was enough. Warwick growled and lowered himself, to get a better position for a leap, and Caitlyn, immediately raised her gun. Then - another sound came from the other side of the clearing. As if someone was carrying huge pile of metal. Both rivals looked there, right behind the Krollic (or Krollax), then looked at each other's face, reading great deal of surprise and puzzlement in both. Together they turned around, and faced the clearing. Thumping grew louder and louder, then the high grass sprung down as it got under the heavy feet clad in iron armor. At the clearing, all of a sudden, they all saw the newcommer. And they all just can't believe their eyes.
"Mordekaiser?" asked Warwick, genuinly surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here, is none of your business." was the answer. His deep voice didn't leave any room for opposition. The Master of Metal looked around. First at Warwick, then Caitlyn, at last at the poor fellow on the ground.
"In that case, get the hell out of here, before I fill your shiny metal *** with some lead!" said Caitlyn and raised her rifle. Even Warwick growled and showed his fangs again. Pity they could not see Mordekaiser's face, to see what effect her words had on him.
"An *** full of lead? How delightfully painfull idea." was the answer to the threat. "You would do great in the place I came from." he added, little amused by his own words.
Warwick looked at Caitlyn, then shifted his gaze on Mordekaiser. He was confused. If things get ugly, he will have to fight. Problem is - who to fight first. But his train of thought was interrupted by faint, squeaky voice:
"Pleas, help me, good master. Save me from these killers!"
It was Krollic (or Krollax). He dragged himself right in front of Mordekaiser and clutched his hands against his armored foot. He looked into the red orbs that glowed from the helm's visor, where his eyes were, and begged with tears in his eyes once more.
"Do you like Heavy Metal?" asked Mordekaiser after a short silence.
"Yes, yes, whatever, just save me, PLEASE!" cryied the poor fugitive.
"Then you shall get some."
As he said that, Mordekaiser took his massive mace from his shoulder, and with one swing landed a fatal blow on Krollic's (or Krollax's) head. Loud thump, followed by squishy sound filled the clearing and it sent a chill down Caitlyn's spine.
"Nooo!" cryed Warwick and howled, "My bounty!!"
"Seems that not everyone has the guts to take a bit of Heavy Metal on their own." said the Metal Lord bemused, watching the dead body in front of him.
"Well, guts are all that's left of him, I'm afraid." said Caitlyn with a hint of resentment in her voice. "And my superiors are not going to like it."
Warwick was furious. He was expecting anything, but this and it was driving him crazy. Right now he was prepared even to side with Caitlyn - against which he had no personal grief - just to be able to rip apart that iron golem. His helm would be a nice addition to his hunting collection.
"So, anyone's up for a fight, or what?" asked Mordekaiser casually, as if inviting them for a coup of tea and some biscuits. Caitlyn looked like she was thinking for a while, then she lowered her rifle.
"Nah, I got better things to do. But you better keep away from Piltover for a time being, if I may suggest. Kayle is not going to be happy about you. And neither am I." she said, turned around and walked away.
Warwick growled, but he as well wasn't in a mood for fight. This day was just not one of his good days, so why risking getting hurt in a useless fight?
"I'll let you go, you iron shlock, but next time..."
He raised his fist as he spoke, but by that time, Mordekaiser was already showing him his back. Just a confident, calm laugh made sure, that he heard wolf's threat. The clang of metal slowly faded away.
Warwick was left alone on the clearing, alone with the corpse. He did not even try to search it's pockets. The gruesome mess on the ground was beginning to stink and attracting all kinds of flies.
"Easy prey." he muttered under his breath and spat on the corpse. Then, with nothing else to do in there, he left the place as well.
THE END
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Now for something completely different...
Note: this is my very first short story I ever wrote in English language, as well as from the League of Legends lore. Keep that in mind, please :-)) Any criticism is welcome.
************************************************************************************
He was running through the forest like a wind. Like a beast he - actually - was. His senses were keen, body in perfect unison with the mind. Even though this one wasn't very hard to hunt. He could smell its blood. Its sweat reeked of fear. But whou wouldn't fear for life, if hunted down by mighty Warwick himself? All in all, the poor man made it too easy for the bounty hunter.
"Easy prey." he smiled as he ran.
Warwick always referred to his bounties as "it". No need to get personal. Just get the name, description, last location someone saw IT and how much will they pay for the corpse. He did not like "fresh deliveries", as his bestial instincts were getting the best of him, lately. What good is it anyway? Getting through all kinds of trouble bringing it alive to some prison or whatever place was the delivery location, just to see your prey getting killed few minutes afterwards? Rather end its misery right there and then, save lots of time and problems to everyone involved.
But today, he will have to keep himself at bay. This one was too important to be killed at sight. Warwick even remembered his name - Krollic, or Krollax. But that was it. He didn't know the reason why he was chasing it, and neither was he interested. It was the hunt itself, that was bringing him the joy. Not reasons.
Warwick was closing on his prey. He could smell it even more...
Suddenly - a short sound of clasping metal came from somewhere in front, where he was sensing his prey. Loud scream of pain followed immediately after that. Warwick was instantly on alert and closed the gap in two quick jumps. He went through the bushes as if they were not even there, and found himself on a small clearing.
In the middle, Krollic (or Krollax) was lying on the ground, his left leg firmly caught in a metal trap, that looked like the one hunters were using to catch bears in it. Warwick grinned. Pure luck delivered him the prey on a silver plate.
"Please, don't kill me..." whined Krollic (or Krollax) and started desperately crawl away from the bounty hunter, towards the other side of the clearing. Wolf came closer to him and said in a low, growling voice:
"They said they want you alive. But everyone knows, that woods are dangerous, right? Different beasts roams the place, like wolfs..." He barred his teeth as he spoke. Poor bastard nearly wet himself.
"And everyone knows, that wolf's pelt makes a nice trophy." said a calm voice and before Warwick could turn his head back, he could hear the sound of a shot, almost immediately as he felt the light breeze on his right ear, where the deadly projectile flew just an inch away. He immediately jumped back and went into the fighting stance. From the nearby bushes, a sihouette approached. It was a woman. Woman in a big hat, with a sheriff's star on her breast.
"What are you doing here, my dear? Aren't you supposed to be catching criminals in your hometown?" asked Warwick irritated. He didn't like the idea of her interfering with his business.
"You're right. That's why I'm here, my dear." answered Caitlyn self-confidently.
"But he is mine."
"By what right?"
"I took the bounty. I was chasing him through whole Piltover, and if you didn't shove your little nose into my business..."
"Oh give me a break, okay?" she interrupted him in annoyance in her voice, "maybe if you used that little brain of yours, you would get him sooner than me. See - while you were running around like a rabid dog," Warwick's jaw tensed as he heard the comparsion, "I went to his home. I looked around and found out about some small, hidden cave nearby, what was supposed to be his safe house, if his plan went kaboom. I just came here and set the trap. Literally." she added and smiled at the man on the ground, who started to sob.
"Don't press your luck too much, sheriff." said Warwick, putting enough emphasis on the last word, as to underline that he don't give a toss about her status around here.
"It may just... snap!" and he closed his jaws with a loud bite.
But Caitlyn didn't seem to be neither impressed, nor scared. Obviously she was dealing with tough guys for some time and knew if someone was bluffing.
"This leads us nowhere. Let's just agree it was a genuine mistake to interviene, take your toys and go home, all right?" proposed Warwick. His prey was just a few feet away, bleeding, and the beast inside grew restless. And now he wasn't even sure, if this can be resolved peacefully. Just in case he readyed himself and thought about his first strike, if the situation needs it.
"My mistake? No way, furrby. The Judicator wants to make an example out of this guy over here. I'm taking him in."
"Since when you are Kayle's pet? I thought you are better than that."
"I serve the justice. But I don't think you will understand that. Ever." she frowned.
"Look, I have a reputation to maintain, all right? Now, how would it look like, if it gets out, that I just walked away, because of some skinny lady in a fancy hat? Hmm? Be reasonable."
"Up yours, wolfie. And what about my reputation? I can't let some smelly dog take all my..."
That was enough. Warwick growled and lowered himself, to get a better position for a leap, and Caitlyn, immediately raised her gun. Then - another sound came from the other side of the clearing. As if someone was carrying huge pile of metal. Both rivals looked there, right behind the Krollic (or Krollax), then looked at each other's face, reading great deal of surprise and puzzlement in both. Together they turned around, and faced the clearing. Thumping grew louder and louder, then the high grass sprung down as it got under the heavy feet clad in iron armor. At the clearing, all of a sudden, they all saw the newcommer. And they all just can't believe their eyes.
"Mordekaiser?" asked Warwick, genuinly surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here, is none of your business." was the answer. His deep voice didn't leave any room for opposition. The Master of Metal looked around. First at Warwick, then Caitlyn, at last at the poor fellow on the ground.
"In that case, get the hell out of here, before I fill your shiny metal *** with some lead!" said Caitlyn and raised her rifle. Even Warwick growled and showed his fangs again. Pity they could not see Mordekaiser's face, to see what effect her words had on him.
"An *** full of lead? How delightfully painfull idea." was the answer to the threat. "You would do great in the place I came from." he added, little amused by his own words.
Warwick looked at Caitlyn, then shifted his gaze on Mordekaiser. He was confused. If things get ugly, he will have to fight. Problem is - who to fight first. But his train of thought was interrupted by faint, squeaky voice:
"Pleas, help me, good master. Save me from these killers!"
It was Krollic (or Krollax). He dragged himself right in front of Mordekaiser and clutched his hands against his armored foot. He looked into the red orbs that glowed from the helm's visor, where his eyes were, and begged with tears in his eyes once more.
"Do you like Heavy Metal?" asked Mordekaiser after a short silence.
"Yes, yes, whatever, just save me, PLEASE!" cryied the poor fugitive.
"Then you shall get some."
As he said that, Mordekaiser took his massive mace from his shoulder, and with one swing landed a fatal blow on Krollic's (or Krollax's) head. Loud thump, followed by squishy sound filled the clearing and it sent a chill down Caitlyn's spine.
"Nooo!" cryed Warwick and howled, "My bounty!!"
"Seems that not everyone has the guts to take a bit of Heavy Metal on their own." said the Metal Lord bemused, watching the dead body in front of him.
"Well, guts are all that's left of him, I'm afraid." said Caitlyn with a hint of resentment in her voice. "And my superiors are not going to like it."
Warwick was furious. He was expecting anything, but this and it was driving him crazy. Right now he was prepared even to side with Caitlyn - against which he had no personal grief - just to be able to rip apart that iron golem. His helm would be a nice addition to his hunting collection.
"So, anyone's up for a fight, or what?" asked Mordekaiser casually, as if inviting them for a coup of tea and some biscuits. Caitlyn looked like she was thinking for a while, then she lowered her rifle.
"Nah, I got better things to do. But you better keep away from Piltover for a time being, if I may suggest. Kayle is not going to be happy about you. And neither am I." she said, turned around and walked away.
Warwick growled, but he as well wasn't in a mood for fight. This day was just not one of his good days, so why risking getting hurt in a useless fight?
"I'll let you go, you iron shlock, but next time..."
He raised his fist as he spoke, but by that time, Mordekaiser was already showing him his back. Just a confident, calm laugh made sure, that he heard wolf's threat. The clang of metal slowly faded away.
Warwick was left alone on the clearing, alone with the corpse. He did not even try to search it's pockets. The gruesome mess on the ground was beginning to stink and attracting all kinds of flies.
"Easy prey." he muttered under his breath and spat on the corpse. Then, with nothing else to do in there, he left the place as well.
THE END
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