Our Hidden Blades

Our Hidden Blades (League of Legends Fanfic: Katarina and Garen)

"Continue pursuing him, no matter what it takes." 

Katarina ran through the city of Demacia, hopping from rooftop to rooftop. In the distance was the silhouette of her newest foe - an assassin of Demacia - who, somehow, had convinced them all, for years, that he was one of them. Oh, what a liar.

Katarina always found him suspicious - he lacked any real sense of urgency that those raised in Noxus often had. It was kill. Always kill: no ifs, ands, or buts. He didn't fit into her Noxian lifestyle. She felt his air of the traits she pitied - Self-consciousness, embarrassment, sympathy, kindness - they were all things that made someone weak and easy to manipulate. Oh, but he had manipulated them. For years. She had to give him that. 

As she ran, pushing past multiple crowds, the man continued to be faster and faster, out of her reach. The people around her would yell in panic as she bumped past them, through them, breaking bonds and ruining moments. Then they'd shut up as soon as they recognized her red hair. It made her chuckle - the fear she caused in their eyes. Their protests dying down instantly - it fed her. 

A smirk on her lips, Katarina sped up, focusing on her target. She could still see him. He was getting closer and closer as he scaled a building expertly - a skill they taught him in Noxus. If only her father had known. 

She quickened her pace, light on her feet, moving through crowds and scaling buildings. She watched as he made another expert landing at the foot of a building after jumping off of one. She smirked at him and began to follow, but -

"Gotcha." 

Hanging over the top of the building, being held by only the back cuff of her jacket, she froze. Her mind churned with ideas. This person had to be strong, maybe cocky. Cunning enough to catch her, somehow. His grip on her jacket told her he was only using one hand - yet - here she was, easily hanging over the building. It wasn't a threat for her to fall. She could catch herself easily, like a cat, yet she knew this person wasn't using it as a threat. 

"To think you'd come into Demacia. You didn't even try to hide yourself. What an easy way to get caught, Sinister Blade." 

Katarina sighed and rolled her eyes. Her shoulders were beginning to hurt. And her head. But she recognized the voice now. Who had keyed "the Sinister Blade"? It was such a joke. 

"It was my orders." She said, feeling herself being moved, slowly, to face her sudden attacker. 

Blue eyes looked into her own, and his lips were curled in a smirk over tan skin. His brown hair was short and free, also somewhat wet. She smirked back at him, looking over her favorite features, all in one place.

Garen slowly set her on her feet, though it was a bad idea. In seconds she was behind him, a dagger to his neck. Her lips touched his ear and she chuckled lightly into it. "Oh, Garen. Don't you know not to underestimate an assassin?" 

He stood there, still. She listened for his pulse - his heartbeat - yet she heard nothing. She knew from his voice that he still had a smirk on his lips. "I would never underestimate you, dear." He responded. Suspicion rose.

Her eyes looked up, toward the taller buildings. Snipers, in a distance. Mages, revealing themselves nearby. Katarina sighed, surveying the military of Demacia. She knew many of the military were missing - these must have been the volunteers to catch "The Sinister Blade".

Thinking quickly, surveying, her eyes detected the weakest of the volunteers. Those whom thought themselves worthy. They were the first to take down. They were weak, unable to protect themselves. She'd be doing Noxus a favor, taking down some of the military that were still to be trained.