The City Is My Hunting Ground

Chapter 1: Burns Like Salt on a Wound

It is not violence, it is... philosophy.

Two men walked down a road. One seemed to be a high ranking officer, wearing a long and expensive-looking coat with some medals and ribbons on the shirt under it. A raven was standing on his shoulder. He wore a long, black glove on his left hand, but nothing on his right. He seemed nervous.

"Are you scared?" said the other one. He wore a light armour with a gray cloack over it, and had an iron mask on his face. To show who he was even more, he carried an enormous axe on his hands. He was an executioner.

"A man like me?" the officer started to pull of his glove, only to be stopped by the executioner.

"Don't show it here. Everyone will freak out."

The officer sighed. "You are right. Noxus is not a bunch of gangsters, but a strong empire! But as I was saying, a man who has done this no longer knows fear. And you should neither know."

His companion just laughed. They continued their walk, and stopped a few minutes later near to an old wooden cottage.

"Why we stopped? Even an old man like you, Swain, should be able to walk the remaining part."

Swain, the officer, pointed at the cottage. "Set it to flames. Someone is inside, and my hand is telling me that the someone is harmful to us."

The executioner smiled behind his mask. "I only have one of these. What a shame. I love how they scream as the flames swallow them."

He pulled a flask containing some green liquid from his pocket, and threw it to the cottage. After several seconds, only the cottages charred remains were left. But not a single scream had came out.

"What is this?"

Swain didn't look surprised. "As I expected. Raise your hands, worm." he said while raising his left hand.

It took a while from the executioner to find out that he was the said worm.

"What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? And besides it, do you think that freak hand can best this?" he stroke his axe to the ground during the final words.

Swain snapped his fingers, and people started showing up behing the nearby trees. "I've been looking forward to this..."

The executioner thinked a split second and charged towards Swain, who just stood calmly. Just as the axe was about to meet its target, a red lightning stroke to the executioner's chest, who as a result fell to the dirt.

Swaid wiped some dust from his coat. "Take him. Zaun needs it's electricity, Singed needs his test rabbits, everyone needs something. You need to learn some perspective, my ex-fellow Noxian."

The look in the executioners eyes was pure horror as he was dragged away by Swain's men.

Swain just stood there, looking at the raven feasting on a rat. "I hope Draven doesn't start to act like that. His actions bring money to the vault."