The City Is My Hunting Ground

Chapter 6: Nightmare of a Nightmare

I am the very definition of a self-made man

You are... a monster.

Monster... I'll kill you.

I won't forgive.

An agonized scream filled the air. Those who heard it either ran away or were too scared to do so. What was so terrible that even the Wolf feared it?

"In times of war, crisis, one must learn to ignore feelings and do what benefits the whole, not an individual."

That was the mantra of Warwick. He had learned it in his previous life from a movie. He remembered every second of that movie, it was one of his sweetest memories. And then everything had shattered.

I-V had all died. VI was carried away, maybe killed, raped or both. X had been hit to head by a gigawatt hammer. The fate of the rest was unknown.

And he, VII, had fled. His friends had all tried to protect each other, but he had done nothing.

The man I was. I killed him. I am him no longer. But still I feel guilty, after all I have done. Only V is still not avenged, but not for long. I have a clue. Zaun will fight back.

He stumbled our from the door, grabbing a drink on the way. This bar was a perfect hideout, and it contained good memories. But no one except XII had visited it after the change. All others were propably dead.

He needed something stronger. It was time to visit Viktor.

...

"So who is this Viktor to you?" Tristana asked.

"Well, I met him in Piltover when I was searching someone who would fund my bio-bomb research. It would have been a breakthrough! The problem in those mushrooms is that they only explode when they are crushed. Bio-bomb would explode like a normal bomb, but with a power of a mushroom and-"

"Just continue, ok?" Teemo was starting to lose his temper. He hadn't ate a breakfast and all this walking wasn't easy with an empty stomach.

"Oh yea, he researched mechanical prosthetics on a human, not just arms and legs, but basicly any part. I've heard that he recently changed his head into a cybernetic one. He also told me that he has had some conflicts with Zaun's gangs, so he'll propably know something about that woman. As a person he is quiet and focuses on his work. He told me that he doesn't need any kind of human contact, except from fellow scientists if he has troubles with calculations or so. On top of that, he has an additional arm. Oh, we're here!"

Viktor's house was a huge manor so tall that it reached the bottom of the upper level. It had an iron fence with spikes on top of it so no one could climb over it. The yard was covered in some sort of brown liquid, with papers and test tubes floating in it.

"Open, Viktor, it's me, Ziggs! Me and my friends have something to ask from you!" Ziggs shouted excitedly. The other had formed a line behind him.

The door was opened slowly by a tall man. He wore a dark blue cloak and some sort of an armour. But they all could be just prosthetics. His face was a one too, but hair could still be seen. Some parts of him were still flesh and blood.

"So, it's you. Come in. But I hope this isn't something about your shock bombs."

Ziggs looked frustrated. "I know you don't have money to fund them, but this is something more important. Could we all sit down first?"

...

Viktor took the news with a neutral feeling. In these levels, a body was not a rare sight in the streets, although Blitzcrank had managed to reduce unnatural deaths by 56%.

"Did you take a photo of the tattoo?"

Rumble took it from his pocket. "Oh yes we did. I hope you can see it properly."

Viktor let out a voice that resembled a laughter. "My mechanic eyes are superior compared to yours. I can even see in the absence of light."

"So... do you recognize it?" Teemo asked carefully.

"Bad news. This is the symbol of the Dreadnoughts."

(72: the photo seems to be not working properly. I'll add it later)