I don’t know if you have noticed, but I have a very unhealthy relationship with the undead. No, I’m not a necrophiliac if that is what you are thinking. I just am fascinated by what it would feel like to be between life and death, living and dead, walking without a pulse. Anyway…I thought to myself, “What would happen if I got my favorite undead monster (zombies) and put them in Valoran?” I’ve asked myself this question many times. So, here are the results of my twisted little brain in its real action. Disrupting the Balance is just my romantic side. If you really want to see my…crazy side, this is where to find it.
Chapter 1: Ryze Wants a Hug
“Did you hear about the necromancer?” One of the League healers asked me while I stitched up another of Riven’s wounds. Since her joining the League, she had been in many fights. Noxians hated her, Ionians hated her, and even Demacians hated her. The only friends she found were ones that did not take sides. And even then, she stayed away from them.
Riven rolled her eyes upon hearing the necromancer rumor once more. The rumor spread like a virus once it was reported a robed man sitting in various graveyards, chanting incantations that no one had known of. Even Karthus himself was not familiar with the incantations.
“Typical gossip,” Riven said under her breath, subtle enough to die out before it reached the other healer’s ears, but loud enough that I heard it.
“Yes, I heard of the necromancer,” I replied to my colleague. She was the real gossip; I only participated in it to keep her entertained while we worked. I could see Riven’s impatience with how slow I was performing the procedure. Sometimes I liked to tease Riven and went slower than normal. This was one of those times. I could have just healed her arm using magic, but sometimes healing magic had side effects, especially if the person using the healing magic was only a trainee such as me.
“Pretty scary huh? They say no one, not even Karthus knows what he is chanting,” My fellow healer said in a somewhat worried tone. I looked to see Riven becoming very impatient. I was only halfway done stitching the wound but decided to go ahead and finish up. Like a rocket I finished the last half of the wound. Riven shot me an angry look to which I smiled sheepishly in response.
I was about to bandage the stitches when all of a sudden Riven pulled her arm away from me like I had some sort of disease. “I can do with just this thank you,” she said before almost storming out of the infirmary. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t.
The rest of the day was pretty normal. I fixed up a few champions who were injured while training. I had always wanted to help Pantheon whenever he was injured, but Soraka, my teacher, never let me. She always healed him because of his wounds being too much for someone like me to handle.
When I was finally done with the day, lessons complete, patients helped, I packed up my bags of my own medical supplies and headed out of the institute. As I began walking through the giant halls, I took in the sight. I had been through these giant pathways time and time again that I had forgotten how beautiful they really were. I guess the champions of the League never really took the time to appreciate such beauty.
Anyway, I exited the institute, heading straight for the train to take me to my home town of Noxus. What? Did you think we were all power hungry? Well maybe the majority of us, but Noxus would not prosper without having healers around. I was never cut out for the whole ‘fighting’ thing anyway. I was sad to say that I had no combat skills of any sort of useful talents except that of healing of course.
Upon arriving home, I instantly plopped down on my couch. I was tired from the constant travel between the Institute and my own home. Getting a home at the institute wasn’t a bad idea, but considering the limited space and the fact that almost anyone was allowed to become a champion, I declined the offer. Besides, living with someone makes you sick of them. I didn’t want to get sick of my favorite champions.
A yawned escaped my mouth as I sat down on the couch and soon after, I was dead asleep. Tomorrow would be another day. Perhaps I would finally be able to speak to her without chocking up. Though I doubt that I would be able to.
So the next day seemed pretty normal. I woke up, took a shower and got dressed for another day of healing and fixing up beat up champions. I didn’t hate my job, as a matter of fact, I signed up to be a healer for a reason. When I was younger, I had friends whom decided to sign up to become part of the Noxian military. I really didn’t want to fight; it was not in my blood. I did, however want to stick with my friends and decided to be one of those ‘side jobs’ that don’t necessarily include fighting. Medic was one of the only choices that actually sparked my interest. It was better than interrogator. I could never torture someone, not in my blood either. When the League began, most fighting stopped and I still had all these medical skills, so I decided to join as a healer after a year of contemplation.
Though something seemed….whats the word? Off? When I left for my trip to the league. The streets were also empty. Odd. When I got to the train station, I noticed no one was around and all the trains were still in place. Oh well, guess I’ll take the carriage. The trip was 4 hours longer than taking the train. I was going to be so late, but at least I had an excuse.
It must have taken me about 10 minutes before the horse began to finally stop rearing, probably because I was now stealing a horse from a carriage but I completely needed it!! I hopped onto it and began riding towards The Institute of war. As I was leaving Noxus, I noticed the gates weren’t exactly closed. They were wide open and even a little beat up. There were no guards. Ok maybe there were guards, but they were too busy eating to actually be watching the roads. I would have to tell someone about that.
The trip from Noxus to The institute wasn’t a long one. I mean granted it wasn’t a 10 minute trip by horse. It was more like a 6 hour trip. That is, with a fast enough horse and a well built one also, like the one the carriages used. They were bred to be fast and have a huge amount of stamina. Anyway, during the trip back to the institute, I saw a few lone people walking by themselves. Nomads or wanderers they had to be. The strange part was that nomads or wanderers would normally ask for a lift if they needed one, but these guys seemed to be completely uninterested in getting a ride.
6 hours later. And believe me those 6 hours SUCKED. The Institute of war was finally in sight, though it must have been a busy day since there was a huge crowd of people surrounding it. New champion maybe? Everyone trying to get his/her autograph? I don’t know, but the smell; let me tell you, atrocious. I don’t think I’ve ever smelled a group of more stinking humans in my life, and that’s because I was a medic.
“Uh…Hello?” I said aloud as I got off my horse. The entire and I mean entire, group of stinky people looked at me like if they were confused. I could see their drool and mouths watering. Were they looking at me like I was their next meal? It was then that I saw Ryze, him and his zombie outfit. “Oh, hello Ryze,” I said cheerfully. He must have been happy to see me because he started heading straight for me with arms out stretched. Did he want a hug? It was then that I noticed the entire group of stinky people began walking towards me. “Uh…guys, you’re getting a bit too close!” I said, backing away from the group.
“HEY!!!” I heard from one of the windows of the institute. It was a female voice. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?!” The woman shouted at me. I looked up to see Riven looking down at me. “Get away from here before they get you!!Wait…is that the healer!?! Guys!! The healer is outside!”
My attention had been turned towards Riven but when I looked down towards the crowd, they were already starting to descend on me. Ryze was leading the pack. I turned to run but my foot must have caught a rock or something because I found myself on the ground. Just my luck
The people began grabbing my jacket and their faces were starting to get in my personal space. Their mouths opened and I could feel their drool landing on my jacket and clothes. I tried to kick a few, but I was way too feeble to actually do any sort of damage with my legs. It was then that a spear flew and impaled the person closest to me. It made most of the crowd stop and the sound of spear hitting shield drew more of their attention. The group of, whatever they were, got off me and began heading for Pantheon.
Just my luck
As the group of stinky people began heading for Pantheon, I scrambled to my feet and picked up my bag of medical supplies that had fallen when I tripped. I guess a few of the people didn’t like that because a group of at least 4 began heading for me. When I finally got to my feet, I managed to push away the closest one, but it was no use. One grabbed my arm and was just about to bite down? Until it’s head turned into shreds. Warwick stood in front of me, tearing the other three people to shreds with his claws. It was then that I noticed a multitude of champions coming out of the institute to fight off the crowd. Warwick grabbed my arm and practically threw me towards the door before turning to tear up another group of…things. Riven pulled me to my feet.
“What the hell were you doing out here?” She asked before lifting me up and carrying me inside the institute. “Alright!! We got him!!” Riven shouted to the other champions fighting of the group. One by one they started heading back into the institute. Pantheon was the only one who stayed outside. “Pantheon!! Get inside!!” Riven commanded but he was way too busy kicking ass.
“Close the doors!! I will lead them away, or kill them. They are the perfect enemies. Numerous, without pain and unrelenting. If I die, I shall die with a spear in my hand!!” Pantheon responded after bashing an undead's head with his shield.
“NO!! Get in here now!!” She shouted but it was already too late. Pantheon was leading the crowd away from the doors. Only a few were actually heading for us, but Riven cut them down easily with her blade.
“Since you insist!!” He replied and crouched down. The crowd began surrounding him but after a short delay, Pantheon was flying upwards through the air and, moments later, landed right in front of Riven and I with a loud crash. Almost like clockwork, the two warriors shut the doors of the institute. “Barricades!” Pantheon shouted. A few of the champions began blocking the door with various objects till it looked secure.
Just as I was about to speak, a giant gloved hand back-handed my face, knocking me to the ground. When I looked up, Riven held a fist full of my jacket and was threatening to punch my face again. “Do you have a death wish or something?” she snapped.
When you have an angry, white-haired woman standing over you with a giant gloved hand about to punch your lights out, you forget that you have the ability to talk. I looked up at her with a confused expression. “What do you mean death wish? I was just coming for another day of work,” I explained after a long pause. The look in Riven’s eyes was beyond anger. Her fist came down on my face again, this time drawing blood.
“Don’t play stupid with me. I am not in the mood for it!” She snarled. I was puzzled to say the least and a little bit angry.
“I’m not playing anything!!” I retorted. “I woke up, got ready to come over here, grabbed a horse and began riding.”
Riven’s grip tightened on my jacket. “You mean to tell you on the trip over here you didn’t see any of the undead walking around?!?” Riven was practically shouting at this moment. Her fist lifted for another strike but Jax grabbed her arm.
“Leave the poor kid alone. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know what’s going on,” The Grandmaster said before letting Riven’s arm go. Almost instantly her anger vanished and she let me go. Jax grabbed my hand and pulled me up while Riven stormed away.
“Thanks,” I said before covering my mouth. After pulling my hand away, I could see a thin film of blood covering my palm.
“No problem,” Jax replied and patted my shoulder. “It’s a miracle you showed up. We have a few injured and no one to take care of them.”
“Soraka?” I asked. Jax only shook his head. “Taric?” another shake. “Sona?” this time, Jax lifted his head slightly.
“We have no idea where she is. She was out for a concert yesterday and we haven’t heard from her at all today,” Jax replied.
“What happened here?” I asked, looking around at the injured people. A lot of the champions I could see, but some were missing.
“We’re not entirely sure ourselves. Last night, someone was banging on the door to the infirmary. Naturally, one of the healers opened it up. After that, everything went downhill. The patient went crazy, biting anyone he could grab and before long, anyone bit became the same way. It got so bad that we had to seal off the infirmary. It didn’t take too long for the group you saw outside to gather up,” Jax explained.
“Riven said something about undead…What does she mean?” I asked. Jax sighed.
“We think that’s what they are. We aren’t completely sure, but it hasn’t been dismissed as a theory,” Jax responded.
“What about the summoners? They couldn’t do anything about the undead?”
“When the infirmary was being attacked, almost everyone headed over there. This gave Nocturne just enough time to break free of his chains without any guards there to keep him. He slaughtered a good amount of the summoners and a lot of them were caught by the undead,” Jax explained. Such a horrible fate.
“I think they might be waiting for you, don’t let me hold you up.” Jax said before motioning towards a group of champions and other people who worked various jobs around the institute. They were lying on the ground together wrapped in blankets from the champions’ quarters.
Finally having some sort of purpose, I headed straight for the injured. Fortunately, none of them had any serious wounds that basic first aid couldn’t fix. A few gashes and broken bones but nothing a suture kit or splint couldn’t fix. By the time I had finished, I had exhausted all of my medical supplies. I had very little left and if anyone else got injured, I wouldn’t have been able to help them. I needed to get into the infirmary, but Jax told me they sealed it off because it was lost to the undead. It was the only place to get anymore medical supplies but who knows how many of those things were still in there? I was hesitant to ask for any sort of help and decided to just to sit down in the corner of the main hall.
To my surprise Riven was the only one to approach me. She sat down next to me and sighed, “I’m sorry about earlier,” she said monotonously.
“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, checking my mouth to see if I was still bleeding, which I wasn’t.
“Thanks for helping out the wounded.”
“It’s kind of my job,” I replied. It took me a while before I finally mustered up the courage to ask Riven a request. “I need to get into the infirmary.”
“I ran out of medical supplies. If anyone else gets hurt, they’re going to have to deal with it until I get more,” I said, almost instantly in response to her answer. I guess this revelation made Riven think because she stayed quiet for a long time.
“If you’re going, you’re taking Jax, Pantheon, and Warwick with you,” She said after a long pause. Her face leaned close to mine. If I didn’t know better, I’d say a kiss was about to happen, but I did know better. “If any of them end up undead. I’m holding you responsible. Do I make myself clear?” she whispered, her words laced with icy venom.
I could feel my hands shaking with fear, “y…yes ma’am,” I replied.
“Good,” was her only reply before she stood up. “I’ll gather up your force, but you’re going to have to talk to Warwick,” She said.
“Why do I have to talk to him?” I asked.
“There are still…scars between us. I don’t want to get into an argument with him, especially since we’re surrounded by the undead,” She explained. I guess it made sense. I mean, Riven was a traitor to Noxus and I was still Noxian. I didn’t hate Riven, and after she joined the League, I understood her reasons for leaving. “I’m going to go speak to Pantheon, you go find Warwick. He may be bloodthirsty and vicious, but he isn’t stupid.”
Riven walked off to find The Artisan of War while I stayed, stunned that I was actually going to meet Pantheon. I mean, despite the whole undead thing, I was going to meet my favorite champion!!!
Looking for Warwick, I stumbled upon Pantheon and Riven talking.
“So, the pipsqueak wants me to help him get medical supplies from the infirmary?” Pantheon asked.
“Yes. Well actually, I kind of requested you go with him. It would be stupid to let him go in there alone,” She replied.
“I don’t want to have to baby sit him,” Pantheon responded.
“Yeah, and I don’t want to have to stay in this god forsaken institute, but we all have to do things we don’t want.”
So that was it. They thought I was weak. I mean, granted I was, but still…They thought I was weak!! They thought I was a baby, a pipsqueak, a weakling. It’s not that it hurts that they thought I couldn’t handle myself. What hurt was the fact that Pantheon thought so little of me. I think something in me broke that day because I didn’t go look for Warwick. No, I headed straight for the infirmary.
Without anyone noticing me, because no one ever really notices the healer, I managed to make it to the infirmary door. They had put up barricades to block the passage, but I could lift a few chairs and desks out of the way. After a good amount of time, the door was uncovered. I could open it and run inside, grab what I needed and get out before too many undead noticed me. Or atleast that’s what I was hoping would happen.
“Hey,” I heard from behind me. When I turned to look, I saw Jax standing there. “What are you doing?” He asked almost as if I wasn’t about to dive into a group of undead and possibly get eaten alive.
“I’m going to get some medical supplies,” I responded, moving the last chair out of the way and reaching for the handle.
“By yourself? Riven told me to come and meet you here before you went in there,” He replied. I only shook my head. “No you aren’t going in there by yourself?”
“Yes I’m going by myself,” I said, gripping the handle in my hand. “I’ll be back soon.”
What happened next was a bit of chance mixed with irony. I opened the door, walked inside and saw the halls practically covered with blood. “WHAT THE HELL!!” I heard behind me from an angry woman voice. I turned to see Riven practically running for the door, but I was already closing it. “JAX!! STOP HIM!!”
The door closed before she could reach it and I locked it before she could open it. She pulled at the handles in vain. “****it healer!! You open this door now or I’m going to beat you to near death when you get out of there!!” She threatened.
“No, I’m sorry, I can’t do that,” I responded through the closed door in a much softer tone then her. “This is something I’ve got to do.”
“Let him go Riven,” Jax said quietly. I could hear him through the door.
“Jax, he is the only healer we have and if he dies in there, we’re going to be out of luck when people start getting hurt,” Riven argued, but she knew there was no way I was unlocking this door. I guess she realized this because her voice was much quieter when she spoke to me. “If you don’t come back, I’m taking it as a personal insult.”
The small joke made me smile, “I’ll be back before you even start to miss me.”
“Who said anything about missing you?”
That kind of hurt. Anyway, I began slowly creeping down the hall of the infirmary. There wasn’t much there except for blood and gore spread all over the floor, hey, that rhymed. I made my way into the first room to my left. No undead, that was good. I immediately headed for the cabinets of the room and rummaged through them. Suture kit, good, bandages, awesome, medicine, great. I threw anything that seemed helpful into my back pack that I always carried.
Though I found some good stuff, it wasn’t nearly enough to fill my bag's capacity. I need more. The next place I headed too was the room next door, but as I peeked around the corner, I saw an undead just standing there. Instantly, I pulled my head back from the doorway and merely stood still with my back against the wall. What was I going to do? I needed to get to the medical supplies but I couldn’t with that undead in my way. Ok, I needed a plan, and I found one. I ran inside the room and planted the hardest kick I could do onto the undead’s chest and it fell like a sack of potatoes to the ground. I knew it wasn’t dead and began stomping on its face repeatedly till its head busted like a melon.
I took deep breaths, shocked by my actions and kind of horrified that my entire right leg was covered with blood and brains. Once calmed, I began going through the cabinets again. More bandages, can’t have enough of those, more medicine, also good, a pair of splints, that would come in handy. I grabbed the two splints and held them as weapons; they would have to serve that purpose for now till I finished my trip. My bag was almost halfway full, a few more rooms and I would have been good.
So, on to the next room. I crept across the hallway into the next room and found it to be clear of undead again. Internally, I threw a party. I rummaged through the cabinets and shelves, finding exactly what I had been wanting to see. “Health potions,” I said quietly to myself and began throwing them inside my bag. There wasn’t a lot of them, but enough that would last us a good amount of time. The cool thing about health potions was that they healed exactly what needed to be healed. The perfect combination of science and magic.
Excited I found what would be most helpful, I turned around to look at the door, but only saw a horrifying sight.
On the other side of the door:
A loud scream could be heard.
“Was that healer?” Riven asked, almost anxious.
“I don’t know, sounded like him,” Jax replied.
Author's Note: I know I said twisted, but let me get to after the Institute. I have much planned.
Also, I know I was going to wait after Disrupting The Balance, but I couldn't wait, so I posted it.
By the way, this is just for S&G