[WIP] Death has a name [Omega Squad Teemo story]
Death has a name
They lengthly stared in each other’s eyes, the Wolf and the Captain. Why could this spawn of figment just not leave at last? It’s been weeks since-
The yordle took a disturbed, heavy breath. The Wolf snarled.
“I still have lots to do.” He said in a painfully void tone. “And you could really stop following me...” But no answer came. He packed up his makeshift camp, and set out. “Whatever, might as well just take you out for a walk then.” To this, the Wolf snarled again, but spoke not. It followed him a like predator would prey, painting a trail of black smoke in his wake.
As they arrived near the camp, Teemo proned beneath the flora and scanned the area. Fortune smiled, they were still feasting, and the traitor was among them. His fingers clenched at the binocular. Patience was key... He waited for him to finish, and noted which of the dwellings he entered. He observed the guards’ routes, their behaviors, even the directions each guard looked at the most and least often. All the while, Wolf was patient. In fact, it was surprisingly patient. On any other day, it would urge Teemo to run, to flee, but from what, it did not tell. Today, Wolf was... solemn.
The time soon came, and Teemo sneaked his way in. Wolf followed, unseen in plain sight. The yordle was part of the shadows, part of the flora, so excellent at his craft that not a single glimpse could find him, and that no sound he made had differed from a wild animal’s harmless roaming. He climbed the wall as the guard above moved on, and jumped over in the other’s blind spot. All as quick and soundless as a squirrel would do. Wolf took another path, it simply passed through the obstacle.
They went on. Teemo first poisoned the barrels of water and wine in their kitchen. Then set up his mines in their armory. So many better defended places he had infiltrated before that this one almost felt like an obstacle course for rookies. He turned and Wolf faced him. It just floated there, staring.
“I’m not runnin’, if that’s what you want to say.”
The ghostly form growled. “Your chase will be fun.”
Teemo sighed. “Whatever, figment...” He walked through the strange living smoke Wolf cast and sneaked his way in Twitch’s room.
Teemo found the key and locked the door, then, pushed his knife to the rat’s throath. The treacherous soul opened his eyes, pure dread lied in them, mixed up with denial. “You- you died!”
“Apperently not. But all the rest did...”
“T-T-Teemo! Teemo, don’t do this, it wasn’t personal!”
“Oh, but this is very personal now!”
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