Within the recent weeks, The Emperor of Noxus has succumbed to an illness and left the throne empty. Now many dictators wage political yet underhanded warfare against one another for leadership. Noxus was in need of a true leader. One that carried t...
The things I do for Swain. It's like, one in the morning and this bastard just got back to his house. Lack of haste in his escape back to a safezone deducts some points from his efficiency chart. Of course, Swain and I don't see efficiency the same way. Whatever. I gaze down at him from the tree I was hiding in. Judging from the broken limb, Draven did this exact same thing. He should know by now he isn't a lightweight. Y/N scrambles to open his door and slams it shut behind him. Judging from his body language, he's in distress. This ought to be fun.
I jump through the air and onto the roof. My steps were as silent as usual so he wouldn't notice I was here. Once to the bedroom window, I hang off the roof and peek into the room. The curtain was closed just enough that he wouldn't see me. It wasn't soundproof either. No wonder this guy is hard to catch. He lives like a normal person. Of all the places to find a politic hater, you'd think he'd hide underground or something. No, this guy is in broad daylight. That almost makes him clever.
I see him strip himself of his bloodied gear and toss them around the room until he was almost completely bare. If eye candy was a thing of mine, this would be gold. Semi-toned and a few scars. Other than that, he isn't anything impressive even next to Draven. He sits down, probably at the edge of his bed and buries his face into his hands. Was he crying? What would make him a whiny baby? My phone then goes off and since it wasn't on silent, he took notice. I immediately drop into the bush below and rip the phone out of my pocket.
Katarina: Whoever the hell this is, I'm going to fucking kill you!
I say in a mix of a whisper and a yell. The man on the other side clears his throat, making me bite my lips.
Swain: I see I picked a bad time.
Well good fucking shit Kat! Yell at your own boss like a fucking dimwit why don't ya! I look up as I see some light shine through the window above. Now I'm left wondering if he carefully peeked as to not show off his body or just forgot.
Swain: I just got off the phone with Darius and he's uncovered what seems to be a motive.
Katarina: Well spill. Your phone call almost got me caught and I bet he's suspicious as all hell now.
Swain: You could have silenced it, you know.
If it wasn't for the living space and money he gave me, I'd make him eat all his teeth for that sentence. I don't care if he is right! He proceeds to tell me about Y/N's little hunt. Going around killing important people for some chick. Sounds like a revenge plot. I don't know of any woman that Swain has killed since he prefers clean business so Swain might be alright. Unfortunately, you can't reason with stupid people.
Katarina: So what do you want me to do?
Swain: It might be best to egg him into a trail. Present the opportunity to find a supposed killer and he'll come running like an animal.
Katarina: You'd put yourself in danger and I can't promise I won't kill him.
Swain: I know. Just keep an eye on him for now. Don't stay up all night, okay?
Katarina: Sure. Whatever.
The call ends and I stuff the phone back into my pocket, right after silencing it of course. This will be an unfortunately long morning for me.
Y/N POV
I don't know who had what sounded like a Justin Bieber ringtone, but I bet you it's one of the little girls in the neighborhood. My hot bod is for me and me only you bar skanks in the making! Can't even process my emotions in peace these days. I put on some PJs after a warm shower and take my gear to the wash room. The blood could be washed off, but I'd have to wipe it off the weapons and non washable gear. Least I'll be busy tomorrow cause I ain't fucking do that tonight.
As I turn the washer on and listen to it hum to life, I head on up to my collection room. Some weapons had blood on them and I wouldn't let it stain. I grab a rag and soak it in water before pulling a chair up in the middle of the room. The Serrated Greatsword was a no go as usual, not that I minded. The red gave it the color I wanted it to have. As I clean the weapons, my mind begins to wander place to place. This family runs on either half eaten brain cells or bad luck. I have live with both.
I could see her in my head every time I blinked. My sister didn't deserve to die at such at young age. She didn't even do anything wrong! I felt the blade of my Dakra Prime cut into my palm, but I don't even wince. I just screamed and threw my blade into the wall.
Y/N: This isn't fucking fair!! How come I have to deal with this bullshit!?!
I shoot up and kick my chair down, it breaks into a few pieces upon crashing into the floor. I'll only care about a replacement after I calm down. It wouldn't be the first or last time I'd do it. I storm over and yank my Dakra Prime from the wall and put it back where it belongs. My eyes then travel to another weapon. One that I loathed having.
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Just looking at it made my blood boil. Just one reason why I kept it behind so many others in this room. It was my dad's sword.
Y/N: If your ass was actually in our lives after mom died then things may have gone better, but nooooo!
I grab the sword and throw it onto the floor.
Y/N: Your ass just had to go off and find more weapons cause fuck the children! Am I right?!
Kicking the blade into the corner, I fell on my knees and begin to sob uncontrollably. One dead beat dad actually made dead and that's what he fucking deserved! Should've kept his corpse so that I could keep chopping it up till there wasn't anything but a stain of blood left! I slam my bleeding hand into the wood floor, making my knuckle bleed a little.
My whole damn life was dictated by people who don't give a damn about me or anyone that isn't them and I have to fucking endure it on my own! Well, if the world wants to be a piece of shit, what's stopping me from being a bigger piece of shit!? Just playing by the rules that aren't set god damn it!
As I lean up and wipe my tears with my sleeve, I glance around until it fell on my window.A very familiar Red Bitch staring at me from the side. It was only after a few moments of exchanging glances did we notice the situation.
Red Bitch: Shit!
She falls down but I'm quick to grab one of my gun weapons and fire out at her. None of my shots hit their mark. I grit my teeth as I rush over to my phone. Call one girl to deal with another.
