ROOKIES VII: ENTERS THE NEW LEAGUE
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- After what happened, Enmiand decided he had enough of the League. He closed all doors and windows, finally realizing his dream to become a champion wasn't going to happen. Lying in bed with his eyes lost in the ceiling, drinking coke after coke, he just remained there, in the darkness, trying to keep his mind blank. Suddenly, someone knocks at the door -
Enmiand: (Covering his eyes with his arm) Go away.
- Knock again -
Enmiand: (Grunting) Away!
- Without any warning, the door suddenly gets blasted away. Startled, Enmiand jumps off the bed, prepared for anything. From beyond the smoke a couple of dark figures start to take shape -
Enmiand: (Squinting, but in fighting stance) Who... are you? What do you want?
- A man steps up and faces him. He's tall and looks like a perfectly normal guy... except he has horns -
Man: Enmiand Lessor?
Enmiand: (Trying to read his mind, but failing) Yes...
Man: (Polite) My name is R3d1ps, nice to meet you. Over here (pointing at the guy next to him) is my partner Decagon.
Decagon: (Emerging from the dust cloud as a pale looking guy with little expresion on his face) ...
Enmiand: (Wondering) What do you want here?
R3: Oh, I take it your powers are not working right now? That's fine. You really made quite an effort back there a while ago after all.
Enmiand: (Startled) You... saw that?
R3: Oh, yes, we did. Actually, that's why we're here.
Decagon: (In a bad mood) Let's take him already.
Enmiand: Wait, take me? Where? Why?
Decagon: (Pissed) Hmph, what a nerve. Asking his kidnappers for information.
Enmiand: (Serious) Kidnap me? (Prepares to fight) Ok, I don't know who you guys are, but bring it on (cracks his neck) I've been wanting a good fight, and a 2 vs 1 sounds just perfect. Come on!
R3: (Laughs) Oh, I'm not fighting.(Shouting) Now!
- Out of nowhere a thick white web covers Enmiand's face. He struggles to get it off, but blinded as he is, he just stumbles on the furniture and falls into the ground, fainting for lack of air. Short after a weird spider-human like creature climbs down from the ceiling, eyes glowing red -
R3: (Slapping him) No Laser! Don't eat!
Laser68: (Grumbling something) Grgrmmgmgmg....
Decagon: (Disgusted) I hate this guy. Couldn't you find a worse looking apprentice?
R3: (Ignores him) Grab him and let's get out of here.
- They grab Enmiand by his feet and drag him out of the hallway. No one notices, but as soon as they're out, the phone on the apartment starts ringing again and again.... -
- Over at Frisky's apartment, she's with IRS drinking a cup of tea -
Frisky: (Hanging up, looking dissapointed) He's not anwering.
IRS: (Drinking calmly) He probably is just being himself. You know, lonely, taking all the blame, that sort of things.
Frisky: (Sits next to him, looking sad) ...
IRS: (Puts his cup aside) What is it?
Frisky: (Playing with her fingers) I wanted... I need to apologize to him.
IRS: Why? Because you went out with Neonir?
Frisky: (Loud all of a sudden) That's exactly it! I didn't go out with him!
IRS: (Condescendent) Look Frisky, it's ok, you said it yourself, you can go out with whoever you want, even if it's a cocky annoying little man like Neo...
Frisky: (Gets up, pissed off) I didn't go out with him! It was Super Frisky!
IRS: Wait, what?
Frisky: That's right... she... has a thing for stupid guys like him.
IRS: So... are you saying to me she likes him but you don't?
Frisky: Exactly! And... (looks at the floor) Enmiand tought I stood him up for him, but I didn't! Super took control over me that night and she went out. I don't recall anything of what happened that night!
IRS: I tought you had control over her.
Frisky: I usually do... except when I'm over excited or nervous and that night... I was.
IRS: (Dissapointed) So, you DO have feelings for emo kid, uh?
Frisky: (Embarrassed takes a seat) I mean, I don't know him much but... He looks like a gentle, caring soul. What he did for me back there... And then he just took all the blame, knowing he would probably get expelled from the competition....
IRS: (Looks away) The hero gets the girl then. Woah, if this was a movie or something, they should fire the writter for being so cliched.
Frisky: (With a gentle smile on her face holds IRS's hands) Sharpie, you're a good guy too. I like being around you, you calm me down. I couldn't have asked for a better friend right now.
IRS: (Touched) Thank... you. I think I can live with that.
Frisky: (Hugs him)
IRS: (Feels her boobs and feels awkward, backs off) Sooo... anyway, maybe we should go and check on him before he does something crazy, don't you think?
Frisky: (Unsure) You think?
IRS: For sure! (Stands) Come on!
- They head over to Enmiand's apartment, but when they get there they realize the door is bursted and everything inside is a mess -
Frisky: (Looking around) What the hell...?
IRS: (Walks around the place, investigating) It seems a fight happened in here.
Frisky: (Worried) Do you think...?
IRS: I don't want to admit it, but the most likely scenario is that something has happened to him.
Frisky: (Notices something on the ground) What is this? (Picks it up) It looks like a letter.
IRS: (Gets closer) Read it.
Frisky: "Dear League of Losers: My name is R3 and I work for the Lord of the Underworld, Mr. Demon himself. We just took notice one of your new applicants, Mr. Enmiand Lessor, incurred in some serious damaging of one of our most cared and beloved stateticians, Mr. Prince of the Underworld, Neonir. Hereby I inform you all this will not be tolerated and we will be taking justice into our own hands if you don't surrender Neonir to our hands as soon as possible. Should you not abide by these demands, we shall end the League of Legends in a snap of fingers and terminate the offender. You have two days before we launch our attack. Sincerely yours and hoping you all have nice holidays, I say goodbye. R3."
IRS: (Surprised) Wow... this is serious.
Frisky: (Freaking out) What should we do!? Should we go over to the police? Tell Master Swain about this?
IRS: First of all, where is Neonir?
Frisky: He... I think he's in the hospital of the League.
IRS: Then why didn't they take him in the first place?
Frisky: (Gesturing) I don't know! Probably because its crowded with champions everywhere!?
IRS: Oh, right, right... (thinks to himself) Well, we should go to the hospital and check up on him. If they realize they can get him, we're screwed.
- They run to the hospital as fast as they can. Night closes on them as they finally get to the front door -
IRS: (Panting) What's the room?
Frisky: (Remembering hard) 233 I think.
IRS: (Running up the stairs) Come on!
- As they approach room 233 they hear loud battle noises coming from somewhere -
Frisky: (Running) They're here already!
IRS: (Hearing the noises too) Prepare to fight!
- They reach the door. IRS kicks it hard and enters the room with Frisky by his side. On the bed Neonir is dressed up with a robe desperately trying to fight his way out of the hold of two guys who have him grabbed by the arms and neck -
Neonir: (Sees them, but has his mouth covered) HmhmhHMHMhmhH!
IRS: (To Frisky) Take the one on the left (She nods) Hey! Get away from him! (He shoots a thin stream of purple light into one of the kidnapper's hand)
Katowska: (Lets go off him) Ouch! My hand! (Takes out a brush dripping in paint) I'll show you, square! (He paints in the air, creating a wide wave of red liquid that goes trough the wall with a heavy impact, missing IRS. Katowksa looks around) Where did he go?
IRS: (Appearing behind him) Gotcha! (Surrounds Katowska's body with a purple bubble, immobilizing him)
- The other man, who's still trying to get a hold on Neonir notices his friend is in trouble and in a split second enlarges and sharpens his teeth and make his fingernails grow up to the size of razor like claws. -
Seth: (Jumping on IRS) FOOD!
- He slashes him but IRS dodges, letting Katowska out of the bubble in the process. When he's about to charge again, Frisky whips him and smashes him to the wall -
Katowksa: (Quickly paints a pentagram on the floor) Quick! Get in!
Seth: (Doesn't want to, looking with murderer eyes at Frisky) No... I... want.... meat...
Katowska: (Grabs him by the neck and puts him in the pentagram) LATER!
- Before anyone can do anything both the kidnappers dissapear in a pond of blood. Frisky approaches Neonir -
Frisky: (Helping him get in bed) Are you okay?
Neonir: (Like it's not a big deal) Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
IRS: (Gets up) Who were those guys?
Neonir: They are... my father's assasins.
Frisky: I figured as much. Here, take a look at this (hands him the letter).
Neonir: (After reading it, shocked) What?! He wants me back!? Uh-uh (moves his head) Not gonna happen.
IRS: But, they have Enmiand!
Neonir: (Doesn't give in) No way I'm going back there. Not that is any of your bussiness, but my dad and I don't get along too well. Besides, Presto brought it up upon himself!
Frisky: (Has had enough, pushes him against the bed) What is your fuc king problem!? He was just trying to save us both! You should be grateful he didn't end you there!
Neonir: (Pushes her away) What is YOUR fuc king problem? Why do you even care what happens to him?! He's a nobody!
Firsky: (Stares at him, mad furious) You're scum.
Neonir: (Grinning) Oh yeah? Well, your alter ego doesn't feel that way (makes a pelvic movement).
IRS: Wait, so you knew it was Super Frisky all along? And you didn't tell Enmiand that?
Neonir: (Proud) **** right! In my book, one is better than none, and creepo was really being a problem. I'm glad he's out of the game now.
IRS: (Being harsh and cold for the first time) She's right, you're scum. You're on your own now Demon Prince.
- They walk out to the hallway feeling really down -
Frisky: (Desperate) What should we do now? Call the League?
IRS: (Calculative) No. They don't care about us. They'd have Enmiand dead no problem. We need to settle this our own way. (Idea) Do you still have the number of that crazy Zabii kid?
Frisky: Well.. yes, he kinda forced it to me.
IRS: Call him. (Smiles) It's time for a new League.