More got done of chapter 1
The nightmare visions began to bother Teemo, they made very little sense to him. He stood high above his fellow yordles surrounded by red blooms flittering through the air gazing at them as if from a pedestal. A sense of adversity appeared in the scenery- screams of terror. A rose landed in next to Teemos hand when he realized he was holding his blow gun and those screams were his doing.
Tossing his blankets up he sat up in his bed panting heavily, fur damn in a cold sweat. A sudden sting ran through his skull and he reached up to run his digits through his hair, scraping nails gently over his sewn shut abrasion. How he loathed the damnable scar and headaches that came with it. Speaking of which that vision had his head pounding.
He stood from his cot with a low groan of displeasure. The nightmares had increased as of the last two years, still he couldn't come to understand what the meaning behind it was. The only hint he had was that his infamous blow gun. It hadn't been there the last few times had it? Maybe Tristana would know, after all she was the only person he trusted to tell.
Teemo was known as the Swift scout of Bandle City. He started off as a recruit for the League and garnered praise for his signature use of a rare ajunta poison he personally gathers from the jungles of Kumungo as well as the glory he brought his people. At present he had since retired the mantle for the games and taken up more serious jobs for the Bandle intelligence team. With so much clutter on his desk his recent mission records were impossible to find. Pages squeezed into books, books on top of folders, such disorganization that Colonel Sabracker constantly scolded Teemo.
Pushing a few books to the side Teemo found the files for his next assignment. Tugging his lips into a frown he went over the information for what seemed like the hundredth times, there was so little information on the Target; Veigar. It was several years ago that he'd stopped the faceless yordle's escape from mothership. Mayhap there would be more information had the officials actually caught the mage after he fell to the forests outside the city. All Teemo had to go on was the clothing choice Veigar wore. He didn't even know if he could track him down, but was the only one to take up the assignment.
"Teemo", Twisting his head the scout saw the Colonel standing in the doorway,"This isn't like any of your past assignments, He's almost as lethal, if not more than you. You're sure you want it?" The colonel stroked his long mustache with his index and thumb.
"Of course sir!" Straightening his posture with a charming grin Teemo saluted his commanding officer,"You don't have to worry sir, I've been debriefed and have been going over the files despite how little information we truly have, Sir!" It was daunting for Sabracker when Teemo grinned in that juvenile way,"Right, We're truly fortunate to have a soldier as brave as you."
Teemo gave a simple nod waiting for the colonel to leave before he let his posture go. A sigh of relief escaped from his lips into the air that felt thick. Having loathed that man since he joined the scouts, it was always hard to keep respectful without the want to wring that fat neck. It also dawned on him that the man was a deviant. Many times, this one included, that ass had walked in on Teemo while the swift scout wore nothing but his skivvies. Every time he had to suppress the urge to ram Sabracker's face with the nearest object, especially because the man was his commanding officer.
Yanking open a drawer he pushed that thought aside to focus on getting dressed. He'd packed his haversack the day before with most of the essentials he would need. Pulling on his overalls and putting on one of his favorite caps he looked himself in the mirror. Thank god for headwear, he didn't have to think about or worry about his 'mark'. Gathering his Accoutrements he was out the door in a dash.
As swift as he ran, Teemo was plagued with constant hindrances, One in particular having blue fur and quite the hot head," Hey Shroom sucker, where you off to so quickly?"
"Get out of my way Rumble", Teemo demanded giving a firm glare to his fellow yorde. That didn't work at all considering Rumble just took a step to block the scout's path twirling his wrench. Lips curling into a stupid irritating grin Rumble leaned in with a whisper,"Awe come on, you're making me feel like you don't like me~" , Only to receive a scowl from Teemo,"That's exactly what I'm trying to imply!"
Attempting to shove passed Rumble the scout wanted to hurry and get on with his mission. Shoulders brushed harshly against one another but before Teemo could get a good 10 feet away, he was dragged right back thanks to the blue mechanic's wrench hooking into his backpack straps. Easily pulling teemo right against him Rumble just beamed. Oh how much he enjoyed picking on the shorter yordle with such ease. It was like watching a girl get picked on relentlessly by the boy who secretly liked her,"What? Not even time to say buy to a best bud?"
"We're not best Bud! We never were! YOU HATE ME, remember?" Teemo reminded him as he tugged on his haversack trying to escape one last time. A flash of light flew by following a loud clash of metal, Something had hit Rumble's wrench freeing the scout from his grasp. Thanking the gods or whatever Teemo was quickly running off to the outer limits of the city. Wasting little time he found himself soon deep in the Bandle forests. Up on one of the rooftops watching was a shadow rubbing it's chin in deep thought.