I walked down the lane. Dark, solitary, quiet. Shadows lurked in the bushes. Each footstep filled me with dread as I had the fear of triggering my death. I knew he was coming. He always came. He was the predator, and I was the prey. I wept silently. Panic overcame me. I started running, my heart as fast as my feet. I can hear him in the bush to my left. No, the right now. He is everywhere. He is nowhere. He is hunting me. My foot trips. I tumble onto an explosion. In that moment of terror I knew it was over. Then I hear him. His maniacal giggling, his insane pleasure at my hopelessness. I hear a sharp sound. I feel the poison running through my veins. I hear the hellish sound of his laughter. Then, nothing.
Teemo.