Kha'Zix and Rengar: True King of the Jungle

DevildogKogg·1/1/2015, 1:25:14 AM·4 votes·7,977 views

INTRODUCTION: For those that saw my old post in the obsolete forums, I apologize for posting an unfinished story. It seemed like a good idea at the time to build up anticipation, but I was wrong. I haven't been working on this nonstop, but in total it took me a full year to finish this. Please note that while I like Kha'Zix more, this story is unbiased. Rengar just happens to be the main star of it.

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KHA'ZIX AND RENGAR: TRUE KING OF THE JUNGLE

Rengar sat in the jungle eating his freshest kill, a medium-sized dragon who was well-known among fellow hunters to have claimed a sizable number of lives. He didn't so much care about showing his trophy head off to other hunters, in fact, he would likely be the only one to ever know that he is the one that got that dragon other hunters sought after. When it came to hunting, Rengar lives by the code "the bigger, the faster, the stronger, the better." You would never catch him hunting something simple like a boar or a small wolf: there is no glory to be had.

He didn't feel like taking two trips to eat and do his daily hunt, so he decided to just eat out. He took a nice bite out of his dragon's neck. It wasn't his tastiest kill, but he was really only after its head. He was pretty hungry, so he finished off the neck and began to eat the breast meat, to be interrupted by a strange creature leaping and painfully latching onto his back.

"it looks like I have the first strike this time...Rengar." It let out a maniacal, shrieking laughter.

Rengar roared and shook all the leaves in the jungle. He got up and armed himself in a flash, fearful for his life, but more so, excited that his daily hunt isn't over.

Kha'zix squeezed his grip on Rengar, his blades piercing further into his flesh, only for Rengar to throw himself on the ground violently and flail around until Kha'zix's grip was broken. The act left Kha'zix on the ground longer than Rengar, and allowed for Rengar to now pounce on him. He grabbed his arms from behind and wrapped his wrists around to Kha'zix's chest as he proceeded to disable him by thrusting his razors into his right arm. With the upper hand, he went to take a bite out of Kha'zix's neck, to be stopped by a spike shooting out of his back and being thrown off of him.

Kha'zix chuckled. "Excellent...you haven't lost any of your might. I can't wait to taste your delicious lion flesh, and even more so, your power when I take it from you... HHHAAAAAAHHHHAHAHAH!!"

Rengar started to question the situation. The last time he fought Kha'zix, they were going so furiously at each other that there was zero room to stop and talk. Worse so, this time, Kha'Zix was darker in color, almost black. "Kha'Zix, what is the meaning of this. This is the fight of our lives, you should be focusing everything you've got on me."

"I could ask you the same thing, Rengar... you let me go once already, why would you just stand there and hear me out? You aren't going to let me get away this time, right? You sweetly reserved that special place in your trophy collection just for me, right? Then what's the holdup, beast? Let me have it!

"How did you..." Rengar was more confused than he had ever been in his life. How did Kha'zix know that he had reserved that top mount for him, and much more so, why WAS he listening to him speak rather than keep going?

He then noticed something he hadn't before: his natural eye was back.

At this point, Rengar finally understood what was happening. He was being haunted by the memory of his first failed hunt. He tried everything to wake up, from slicing and bashing himself, which earned the laughter of Kha'zix, to jamming his finger into the eye that isn't supposed to be there anymore. Surprisingly, no matter how hard he pushed and realized is wasn't supposed to be there, it stayed intact and unharmed, until he sighed, an opportunity for Kha'zix to leap at him again, this time his right claw gripping the back of Rengar's neck to lock them together, and his left claw pushing against his waist, making the common, inescapable "S" blade trap of assassins.

"Grow stronger, Rengar... or I WILL eat you alive... from the legs up... as all you can do is helplessly stare until you die of blood loss... Don't think I will pass up the opportunity to taste you" He snickered and thrust one of his shoulder spikes into Rengar's eye, causing pain much more severe than it previously had. He laughed harder. "There, I did it for you! But next time, I will take THIS one too!" He used one of his longer fangs to bite out Rengar's other eye. But oddly enough, Rengar was still able to see. Kha'zix made one last grim smile and said, "In your honor, friend...I will do just what you would have done." He finally pushed and pulled his top and bottom claws, respectively, and Rengar's head flew in the air. Kha'zix caught it, and turned it to face him. Rengar spoke up to fight the hopelessness. "I will not... fail again. "Prepare yourself, beast. The next time we meet, you will not be as lucky as you were our last encounter."

"I hope not, hunter." He cackles one final time. "I hope not. I look forward to fighting you again."

"Likewise, beast."

With that, he finally awoke.

He moaned with exhaustion and dragged himself over to his coffee pot. The first thing he did after waking himself up is look again in his trophy room. It was a vast showcase of the scariest-looking beast heads still looking as if they want to take a vengeful bite out of him, fangs flared and all, staring him down with their new glass eyes. Upon entering, he took a big whiff of his favorite place in the world and let out a relaxed sigh. He took a seat in his fabricated recliner he made himself out of crocodile skin and tiger bones to finish his coffee.

He took a while to reminisce on all the dangerous beasts he'd slain. He'd taken down the largest of bears, the quickest of wolves and lions, the fiercest of bulls, and the most impenetrable of animals such as even rhinos single-handedly without a scratch on him.

The trophy on the front door was the first kill he made after he decided to collect his game. It was an enormous warthog that was a little smaller than Gragas with tusks that were 2 yards long, and its snout had sewing threads in it. He picked to specially put it on his front door because this was the first and last hunt that he ever felt true fear of his prey. He was young and more agile than ever back then, but still afraid that this monster may be too much for him. But earlier that day, he had forbidden himself, no matter how the fight goes, to run. He sealed the pact with himself by leaving a deep, but small, scratch right across his heart.

When he first met the beast, it was attacking some form of encampment made by amateur hunters, violently throwing the barricades, and then the tents, with his tusks. He had found the camp because one of the idiots had apparently fired upon the warthog with a poor-quality, slowly reloading firearm and expected to take it down himself in one shot to the chest. Rengar had found it by tracking it, and waited expectantly in the bushes while observing the ongoing chaos.

After a few poor shots to the limbs, and a few misses due to the shock of the sudden ambush, the rest of the hunters took cover and fled in separate directions. The poor soul who first fired upon it, however, kept being chased by the angryporcine monster until he was gored, and left hanging on his tusk. Content with its revenge, it squealed and kicked back the dirt in a territorial threat display, looking as if it hoped for another assailant.

Rengar made effort after effort to steady himself, but at this point he was shaking. How on earth is he going to take down this behemoth that a camp of about 4 hunters could not? Sure, they were taken by surprise, but they came at it with firearms and still failed, and even lost a hunter! But he held on to his scratch and slowly calmed himself through determination. He readied his weapons and slowly crept through the bushes to approch his prey. He lightened his slightly heavy breathing and crouched down to jump.... and slipped on the mud.

The monster snorted loudly and pointed with his tusks into the direction of Rengar's bush. It squealed louder and flung its head around, also flinging about the hunter that it gored until it got thrown off. After a pause, the warthog steadily crept up to the bush, almost wagging its tail. Rengar started to shake again until he bit himself out of rage. He thought to himself "Even if I was going to run... It's too late now. This creature WILL catch me. If I don't kill this thing immediately, I WILL be killed. And I would deserve it." The monster now started to sniff the bush. "It's now or never."

He lept with godlike agility at the beast, first latching onto its large face with his hooked blades. The warthog squealed, now in pain, as it flung around Rengar. Rengar tightened his grip and pushed them even further into the sides of his foresnout, and eventually bit off one of the monster's cheeks. The warthog continued to shake, but now started charging fullspeed toward an oak tree. Rengar wanted to stay latched for his own safety, but he quickly realized that this defense has now been compromised. He pulled out his hookblades, leaving two gaping holes in its snout, and lept to the side off of it just before it slammed itself into the tree.Crack A loud crack noise uttered after the crash, he wasn't sure what it was from, but it might have been the beast's skull: He smacked the tree quite hard. Thankfully, his tusks were intact. Rengar wanted them to remain attatched.

The beast shook its head and started snorting loudly and repetitively, noticably very angry. Rengar stood his ground and faced the monster, his shaking now ceased.Crack He heard the loud crack again, but he thought nothing of it. He and the monster both charged at each other, each wanting to end the other's life as quick as possible. The hog lowered his head and tried to buck him, but Rengar quickly jumped just enough to the side to jump back, and now grip the inside portion of his head where his neck meat was. Crack

But the beast would have none of that. Even a mindless animal, he knew it was bad news for another creature to have access to his throat. It scraped its head against the ground and pushed its hooves forward against his neck. Crack Rengar was caught in the scrape and suffered a moderate amount of bone trauma. Refusing to let the pain bother him, after he was pushed forward by its legs, he used the short time of the hog losing visual contact to sneak around to the other side of it. The hog, after it looked to its left and right, assumed that Rengar was still under him, and beat its hooves violently into the ground in an effort to crush him. Crack It was furious, and it didn't stop stomping for a good while: it HATED Rengar. Nobody had ever injured it to this extent. It stomped so long that it exhausted itself, and while it was taking breaths to recover and start stomping again, Rengar leaped up from behind it and hooked very deeply into its back. Nothing was going to shake him off now. Crack The beast, exhausted, let out more of a moan than a squeal and started walking in circles hopelessly. It tried jumping and bucking a few times, but stopped due to the pain of his blades pulling.

Rengar was more excited than he had ever been in his life... So excited, that he got overconfident. He had an idea to end it now by crawling up to its face again, and digging through its eyes to scramble its brain. He made a grave mistake due to this confidence, this mistake being letting go of his knives and relying on his claws. He thrust his claws into its skin as he climbed up to its face. Crack Between a movement however, the hog, using his final reserves of energy, thrust his head against the ground, and succeeded in shaking off a now-unarmed Rengar.

The beast, upon seeing Rengar, seemed to regain its former strength, and started snorting again. He charged into him, but he only partially managed to dodge it, now pushed a ways away and knocked down. The hog recovered faster than him and charged again, this time not missing. He bucked Rengar into the air, so high that Rengar would die from the fall. Blessed with quick thinking, he latched onto a tree branch to stop him from going any higher. Crack Rengar now started to grow curious about whatever this cracking noise was. He'd thought it was perhaps the monster, but this crack keeps coming back. In fact, it was even louder, which was odd, because he was a good 30 feet in the air.

The pig kept a good eye on him and had planned to gore him on his way down. He was not going to let him get away, so he charged full force again, ignoring his flayed snout, into the tree Rengar was in. Rengar knew if he was to take this thing down, he needed his knives, which were still plunged into its back. He crept down the tree waiting for the pig's next charge to jump. After the pig's charge, the noise became more rapid Crack. Crack. Crack. And now Rengar figured it's probably an inner-ear problem caused from the harsh vibrations on the charge. The pig backed up again and thrust himself into the tree, this time with such force that it dealt brain damage to it. Rengar wasn't quite low enough to safely leap, so he waited for one more time. The cracking started to really take off now, more rapidly than Runaan's Hurricane. The pig, brain-damaged, slowly turned and touched his side to the tree. Rengar knew this this was the time to finish the job, and he climbed down up until he fell from the tree, which had greatly changed its angle in the past 5 seconds. He fell into a bush, which might have saved his life: he was in great pain from landing on his back. CRA-A-A-A-A- BOOM He looked back at the creature as quickly as he could. Rengar found out what the crack was: the tree was falling. It landed on and crushed the beast's hindlegs and part of its midsection. The monster let out a continuous, weak squeal from the pain and exhaustion, and the brain damage. Rengar limped up to the beast, slowly climbed its back to reobtain his weapons, walked out in front of it, and made eye contact with his prey as he delivered the final blow by scrambling its brain through its left eye socket. Rengar had completed his first recorded hunt.

He'd realized he had dozed off again upon remembering his second-dearest memory, so he forced himself out of his chair,determined that the only thing he was going to care about today was making himself strong enough to take down that disappearing alien beast. He'd already conquered everything worthy of conquering in his hunting grounds, and he knew that apparently none of them, regardless of how high a number he's defeated, had sharpened him enough, seeing as he almost died fighting him anyway. Hunting was his life, but in the end, anything truly labelable as "prey" probably could not improve him any more than he is. He needed tough foes: he needed to go toe-to-toe with unkillable menaces that murder his health, like Kha'Zix, but no such foe existed. content with his reminiscing, he set out to begin his personal training, but not without taking one more good look at his highest mount, set on the far back wall above all of his most dangerous hunts. it was the only of his mounts that was missing a head, and the wood was bigger and of a higher quality than that of the other mounts. Across the bottom of it was a silver plate stamped with the letters 'KHA'ZIX'. He took a deep, motivated breath in anticipation for the training course he built specially for his rival to finally pay off. He based the entire course on that fight with him that almost killed both of them, with the intent to remove every flaw that the monster found in his fighting. One thing that was for sure: Rengar MUST have the first strike, so that was the first thing he focused on. With the help of a work-happy Heimerdinger, he set up deadly bots in the bushes, armed with spring-loaded spikes and long, rapidly-slashing blades as arms. These bots are triggered by proximity and do not leap at Rengar in any organized pattern or location: it is purely random.

His first move was to pounce on the most durable bot in his course, placed in the center of 5 different bushes. The goal he wanted to achieve here was to get the first strike on Kha'Zix in the hardest situation possible: a teamfight that he doesn't show himself at. He does this by attacking the durable bot, which can withstand an onslaught from him for days, to simulate a tank. In a real situation, he would leave the tank alone, but he must prepare for the hardest moment to kill Kha'Zix. As he attacks the tank, the tank runs cyclicly to the bushes, and Rengar waits for one of the bush bots to jump on him at a random time to strengthen his focus on the fact that Kha'Zix could leap right on top of him at any unexpected time. After about 7 minutes of strenuous strikes on the main bot, one of them finally leaps out at him. As planned, he was prepared and on his toes waiting for it. Before the bot's leap could harm him, he stealthed and came up behind it, and bursted it to smithereens. He smiled, and went to restart his assault on the main bot again - to be jumped upon by another bot and slashed across his chest. "Nngh!" He held his wound as he growled and pounced into the bot's bush for safety. The bot was quick to chase him and finish the job: it ran rapidly into the bush that he was in, and the second it showed its face in the bush, two blades thrust through its head, and it shut down. As part of his training, he did not let himself recover, and kept fighting the main bot, which now started to fight back. This retaliation started his second goal: winning against Kha'Zix in a raw blade fight. It slashed just as fast at the others, and just as dangerously. Three cuts from this bot, just like with Kha'Zix, he would be toast. The main bot now though, was too durable for him to finish off in the near future, so he decided to kill the rest of the others first in case they ambush him. Upon dodging further strikes from the main bot, he rolled away to safety and focused on his predatory instincts to see all of the hidden bots in the bushes. He targeted them one by one based on the threat level they caused, and he trashed them when he took them by surprise, given with an unavoidable cut or two. With the rest destroyed, all that was left was the main bot in the center, which, upon the destruction of the others, went into maximum overdrive, spinning almost as fast as Katarina whilst flaring its blades in and out, up and down, in no pattern. Rengar stayed hidden in one of the bushes, keeping sure to stay hidden. This setting, with all of the other bots down, was the real simulation of Kha'Zix, with the other bots being warmups as a lesser version of him. This bot, if not approached carefully, could actually kill him, so he was determined to kill it first. He licked his cuts to strengthen his bloodlust and stealthed up to the bot -- and leaped onto its head, out of the blades' reach. He jammed his blades into its neck, but the bot reacted by tilting so that the blades would reach him. Rengar had to quickly jump off back into the bush so he wouldn't be fatally sliced. He peered from the bush to see any changes, and he noticed that the head could no longer move. He snapped his fingers as he came up with an idea for the real fight: if he can quickly physically disable Kha'Zix on his first leap, he won't be at full power if Rengar strikes again. The bot heard the snap and rushed to the bush, hacking it to pieces and removing it as Rengar barely had the time to leap into another one. The bot then began checking the other bushes, no longer slashing. If Rengar was to have the first strike, now would be the time. He sneaked behind the bot's path as he went into the other bush and lept at it again -- and fell. The bot suddenly disappeared. Rengar knew what was about to happen now. He sprinted out of the bush, and let out an anguished roar as he was slashed in the back upon exit. Thankfully he escaped, and climbed up a tree. Below, the bot kept circling the bushes, face-checking each one constantly. Concerned for his life, but still determined to succeed, he thought carefully about his next approach. He surmised that he's already handicapped it as much as possibly done in a safe manner, so now he must finish it off in one more flawless ambush. He crept down and held on just above the bush that the bot was about to enter, and as soon as it entered, pounced right on top of it and knocked it over. When he landed, he assured the bot's right claw became trapped between his two hookblades. The bot began slashing Rengar's chest at full power with its left claw, earning pained roars as he dislocated and removed the right claw. With that out of the way, he was able to move slightly faster than the left claw, so he parried its onslaught until he thrust it into the ground and got it stuck. Then, the bot completely disabled, he took the severed right claw and punctured its power supply, finally defeating it. He breathed heavily after his struggle and looked carefully at all his wounds, and determined there is a small chance he could die of blood loss without medical attention. To ensure he lives to see the day that his top trophy mount is filled, he ambled to the League of Legends Infirmary.

Thankfully there was no line, the only other patient he saw was Cho'Gath, who was checking out with Doctor Kennen. He continued up to the reception desk to see Nurse Akali. She sighed upon seeing him.

"Fail to kill yourself again, Kitty?"

"Shut up and patch me up."

She snickered. "Well I would. But as you can see, I'm very busy."

They stared at each other for a while in the otherwise empty room and crickets started chirping. "Fine. Get me the doctor."

"With pleasure, Freak. KENNEN!"

A sharp pitched voice came from down the hall. "WHAT!?"

"This kitty needs a ball of yarn or something!"

"Send it to my office, I'm on my way!" With that, Akali gave him a sarcastic smile and shooed him away with her hands. He growled in disgust at her and proceeded to Kennen's office. Kennen jumped in and spinned around in his spinny chair.

"Ah, Rengar! How can I help you today?"

"I just need some bandages, then I'll be on my way."

"Sure thing! But as per the procedures, I have to ask you a few questions before I can help you."

Rengar sighed. "Fine."

Kennen pulled out a notebook and a pen. "Now then, on a scale of one to ten, rate your pain!"

"Three."

"Are you allergic to any medication?"

"I need bandages, not medication."

"Right! Lastly, please explain how you sustained your injuries."

"I got them from my training course."

Kennen gasped and looked up. "You failed and got hurt?"

"No, I succeeded. If I failed, I wouldn't be here. Or breathing."

Kennen sighed and began patching up his patient. "Rengar, your obsession with Kha'Zix is a bit extreme, don't you think? I mean, you come over here almost on a regular basis just from your exercises, can't you find a safer hobby?"

"No. Just patch me up, please."

Kennen shrugged and continued bandaging him. "I just don't understand why you get a kick out of putting your life at stake just to make yourself stronger than a rival hunter. Have you considered maybe talking to him? You might find you have a lot of common interests, after all, you're both exceptional hunters!"

Rengar growled under his breath. "I know we are alike, but it's not about jealousy or hatred. I've been hunting all my life, hunting IS my life. Up until that day, I was miserable upon realizing I'd already killed everything posing a worthy challenge. When I finally exchanged blades with this creature..." He clenched his fist. "It was the single most fulfilling moment of my life. I MUST grow strong enough to defeat this creature. It will complete my life."

Kennen rolled his eyes. "I'd advise you against it, but I know it wouldn't stop you. Just promise to come back in one piece when the day comes, because I just hate casualty paperwork." After Kennen covered all the slashes, Rengar grinned and headed out.

Rengar took a stroll through the jungle to recover from his wounds. He liked the smell of the trees and even the critters in it that are too weak to count as game. He found a log conveniently placed in front of a river, so he sat there and stared at the fish, reminiscing about the taste of each of the different species of them before he swiped two out of the river and started eating them. Rengar felt good about his progress today; today he felt as if his training was adequate to work up to defeating his nemesis, which was a rare occasion. After he took another bite, he heard rustling in the bushes, and got on his toes. The bushes rustled again, followed by a sniffing noise, and out stepped Warwick, who looked around the area and sniffed more until he walked up to Rengar. "Aw. Rengar. I should have known that was your blood from the staleness in it's scent. Shame: I was following you because I was hungry." Rengar shrugged and swiped a bigger fish out of the river and threw it to Warwick, who ravenously devoured it and licked the gushing blood of it from his lips. "So what brings you to this part of the woods? You're usually after bigger targets than this place offers."

"I was hungry, felt like fish. That is all."

"I see. I came here for food too. Sometimes, creatures get injured and foolishly believe the woods is a safe place to hide." He walked up to the river and swiped some more for himself. "I just love how salty their blood tastes when they're scared."

"Warwick. Have you ever thought of hunting more dangerous game? It sounds like the thrill fades if you only hunt prey all the time."

"No, I'm not into that sort of thing. I tried it once when I tried to eat Little Red Riding Annie, but she found out I wasn't really her grandmother and nearly burned me to death. I just hunt to eat. Personally, I think the helpless prey creatures taste better than other predators anyway."

"I guess we're just two different people. What's the most delicious creature you've eaten then?"

"Hmm... That would probably be Urf. He was alone in the river and I just couldn't pass up the opportunity." He shrugged. "I couldn't eat all of him though, I hollowed him out and used him as a disguise for a while, then it stopped working, so I sold him to Urgot."

"Urf." He snorted. "Poor manatee should have just stayed in the ocean. He was no match for any champion that uses blades." Rengar stood back up. "I need to get rest. Now you know where to go if you need an endless supply of fish." And off he headed back to his cabin.

He lied in his bed for quite some time, unable to sleep. All he could think about was the thrill of being able to fight Kha'Zix again. Next time, there will be no retreating. Next time, there will be no fleeing. Next time, they will not both survive. One will walk out of the fray, and the other will be dead. The fact that Rengar must use all of his effort to survive invigorated him: he hadn't had to put 100% of his potential in years before meeting him. After finding a comfortable position and laying a while, he heard a thump outside his door and he got up to check it out, machete in hand. Who could possibly have followed Rengar to his hidden cabin without being noticed? He thrust the door open and quickly ran around the perimeter of the cabin, hoping to find an enemy to pounce on. But, utilizing his advanced hunter instincts, he determined that there truly was no intruder. Back to bed he went to try to sleep again, but on his way, something caught his eye when he passed his trophy room: something was on the floor. He charged into the room, with one last hope that maybe there was an intruder in the cabin, but again he was met with disappointment at the lack of an enemy to kill. On the ground was a familiar square of high-quality wood, stamped with a plate that said "KHA'ZIX." He chuckled upon realizing what the thud noise was, and picked it up, staring at it for a while. "AAARGH!!!" He shouted in pain, and saw the end of a long scythe in front of his chest that had stabbed him in the back. "You dropped sssomething, Rengar... AAHAHAH!" Kha'Zix spoke into his ear before pushing him on the ground off of his claw. As he laughed, Rengar looked down at his wound... There was no hope of surviving. He was definitely going to die from the blood gushing out of his vital organs. That said, he became invigorated, determined to kill Kha'Zix before he does! Time being of the essence, he quickly applied his stealth, ran to the other side of Kha'Zix, and latched onto his back with his claws and fangs.

Kha'Zix should have been in a world of pain, but instead of shrieking, he laughed again. Rengar started clawing violently to speed up the creature's demise, but he was forced to let go after feeling an intense chemical burn in his mouth. He spat out all the blood he could, and he noticed that some of his teeth were now partially melted and no longer sharp, rendered nearly useless. Now armed with his machete, he lept at Kha'Zix again - and fell. Kha'Zix once again disappeared, but Rengar was ready this time: he knew exactly what was going to happen next. "RRRAAAGH!!!" Kha'Zix's scythe claw was thrust into Rengar's chest again, this time from the front. As Kha'Zix retracted his arm, Rengar held it in place and prevented him from pulling it out. Rengar, losing consciousness from blood loss, then used all that was left of his might to swing his machete at Kha'Zix's neck - and he made contact, leaving him content enough to let go of the claw as he collapsed on the floor, trying to prolong his last breaths. With blurry vision, he slowly lifted his head to look at Kha'Zix, who was also on the floor and struggling to breathe. Kha'Zix looked back at Rengar and smiled. "Always be prepared, Rengar... You of all people should know that not even YOU are perceptive enough to know my ambush potential, or where I could be hiding." Suddenly, the enormous wound in Kha'Zix's neck rapidly started visibly healing, and he stood up. "You're definitely improving, Rengar... But you are still not good enough yet." He knelt down and put his claw on Rengar's neck as they stared at each other. "The only way you'll know how to defeat me... is when you've already done it. Never let your guard down, you MUST have the first strike!" Rengar sighed and looked at the ground, ashamed he let his guard down. "I WILL have the first strike, beast. Your head will adorn my wall." Kha'Zix's smile grew more sinister and grim as he readied his claw to decapitate. "Good to hear... I will be ready!" and with that, he swung his claw, waking up Rengar, who had indeed fallen asleep in his bed. "I almost died on the first strike... I cannot let that happen again." The night crickets chirping outside calmed him down enough to fall asleep again to get the rest he needed.

Early the next day, he awoke to a strange noise outside of his cabin, and some audible whispering. Who could have found his cabin? Out of sincere curiosity, he went to his door to check it out, and when he did, he was suddenly pinned onto his own floor by one of 4 burly men he didn't know, who started hitting him with clubs. He had left his machete and hookblades on his nightstand, so he had no weapons to use against them...except his fangs and claws! Not one second after he was pinned, he bit the throat off of the man that pinned him, and easily threw him off and rolled to a safe distance. The men all charged at once with their clubs, so Rengar ran back inside to arm himself. But when he got to the door, it slammed in his face and left him in a daze. He mentally was still fully aware of what was going on, but his vision was blurred by the impact of the door. The man who slammed it on him then tried to grab his throat, but was stopped by Rengar leaving a painful slash on his arm and later knocking him to the ground. He tried once again to go inside and arm himself, but he was locked out. Furious, he turned to the three remaining men and shouted "What is the meaning of this!?"

"We are hunters who had made this our huntin' grounds afore you were even cuttin' yer teeth on meat, boy, n' we got a bone to pick with ya! Ever since you showed up, all our prized game been snatched up by you afore we could get to em!"

Rengar scoffed at the remark. "That is your own failure as hunters, you pathetic weaklings! If I take something that you wanted, that means you were too scared and frail to take it on, and I got to it first!"

"Now now, hold up there feller, we don' care 'bout no 'big game huntin' no more, that ain't the issue here. See we're gettin' hungry now, and long as you's here, our food ain't gonna come outta hidin'. Y'all need to get a move on outta here, or we're gonna have us a new lion rug! hyuck

Rengar laughed at the threat. "Ha! So you mean to tell me that the reason you want to kill me is because you are such poor hunters, you refuse to so much as track your food, and you just want it to come to you!? I'll have fun slashing you all to ribbons!" He knelt down to leap at the hunters, but just when he did, the one he was speaking to drew a shotgun off of his back.

"Yes sirree... You'd look good right in fronna' my fireplace, hoo!" He clicked his shotgun, and Rengar got prepared to dodge it. Watching his trigger finger closely, he rolled to the left at the perfect time. BOOM Tink. The second noise was a but strange. Rengar charged up to the man with the gun, but was stopped in his tracks by a tripwire trap that one of the other hunters pulled on to activate it. He fell face-down and looked up to see two barrels pointed straight at his face. "Boy yer gonna look good on my--"SCHLIK The hunter's eyes grew wide and he started breathing heavily. Rengar knocked the gun away and backed up. There was a large gash in the hunter's stomach and he started coughing up blood. Suddenly, inside his open gash, a long purple blade materialized out of nowhere, and the blade pulled back out through the hunter's back, and he fell to the ground dead. In front of Rengar stood his otherworldly nemesis, Kha'Zix, who looked angry. Shocked by his sudden appearance, Rengar was speechless. The remaining two hunters were terrified and made a run for it, to be easily chased down one by Rengar and the other by Kha'Zix. Kha'Zix mercilessly flayed him alive, and after about 10 seconds of his agonized screaming, let him die. Rengar on the other hand beat his victim senseless, and then ended it cleanly with a slash of the carotid artery. Rengar then walked up to Kha'Zix slowly, who no longer looked angry, but still looked to be somewhat disturbed.

"What are you doing here, beast?"

"I'm always here... Alwaysss watching you. I see your hunts. I see your training. I ssssee everything!"

Rengar grew angry. "That's ridiculous. I would have noticed you!"

Kha'Zix grinned. "You ssset up that special course just for me... I'm flattered." He mockingly nibbled on his claws.

That slightly scared Rengar, but moreso motivated him to train his awareness. "Fine. But... You shouldn't have come here. I would have taken these hunters out easily, and left their heads on a pike as a warning."

"I know, but I didn't want to risk it... You are MY prey! MY ultimate prize!" Kha'Zix's antennae flickered in fury. "And nobody else can have you! Especially such pathetic, skill-less hunters as those, who rely on guns!"

Rengar grinned. "You've got it backwards, Beast. YOU are MY ultimate prize! And when I have your severed head in my hand, I will make you taste your own blood!"

Kha'Zix cackled at the remark. "That's what I like about you, hunter. The next time we meet, one of us will be eaten!" Kha'Zix then disappeared again and made his way out of the woods. As Rengar headed back inside to eat, he remembered the blast from the shotgun, and saw that his house, which took the blow of the shot after he rolled out of the line of fire, was unscathed. In front of it lay a small hole with half of a slug bullet budding out of it. Further observing his surroundings, he eventually found another half of the slug to have chipped his roof. The slug had clearly been slashed in half by a stationary blade as it fired, and sent the pieces flying in very different angles. Kha'Zix had indeed been there the whole time.

The next morning, he found both halves of the slug again and took them inside. With these, he would train his awareness of Kha'Zix's presence. He took a strong sniff of the half that chipped the roof and slowly breathed out. Then he took the second half and did the same thing again. He repeated this several times until he found which of the scents belonged exclusively to Kha'Zix. He detected it, but it was extremely faint; it hadn't touched his claw for even a quarter of a second. He smelled like the shell of a beetle when it is covered in its own grease mostly, with a slight addition of a scent close to that of stomach acid. After he trained his detection of this scent many, many times by increasing his distance from the already-faint trace of it on the slug halves, he stepped outside and sniffed around. After about three minutes, he determined that he was definitely not there anymore, or anywhere nearby. But if he did show up, Rengar would find out. He did pick up a similar scent though; it did not smell anything like a beetle, but the scent of stomach acid was very strong. Out of curiosity he chased it down through the woods until he started hearing noises. It sounded like a flock of rabid dogs ripping apart an escaped prisoner: it was a violent sound. As he approached the source of the noise, he hid behind a tall patch of grass and peered through. What he saw was an unexpected, but equally gruesome sight. He saw half of an enormous buffalo sticking out of Kog'Maw's mouth, being slowly pulled in and shredded in his mouth like a garbage disposal. It looked like a snake eating a deer. Kog'Maw, being of the Void, might know a little bit about Kha'Zix, but he certainly wouldn't give away the weaknesses of his own ally...Willingly. He did not want to pass up this convenient opportunity to get dirt on Kha'Zix, so he lept out at Kog'Maw, who stopped eating, and held him at knifepoint.

"Aah! What? What you want?"

"You will spit out everything you know about Kha'Zix immediately, and I will spare your life. I want every scrap of knowledge you have on his weaknesses."

"Hmmmm.... Well, he no can teamfight--"

"I don't care about that, I want to face him alone. Give me all of his solo downfalls."

"But...Is against rules! You can't hurt me, you get in trouble! Not in match!" schlik "Ooh!" Rengar had run his blades across his side with just enough force that he felt pain without bleeding.

"You think I care in the slightest about that stupid system? I care about only one thing, and only joined for that opportunity. Even so, who is going to be agile enough to catch and 'punish' me? Nobody. Now spit out--" The earth started shaking in sync with loud stomps, which caught him off guard and made him stumble. When he did, Kog'Maw chortled and ran as fast as he could (which was quite slow) toward the noise. Suddenly, the ground collapsed under Rengar, and these large, red spikes shot him up in the air, and while midair was caught in the painful clutch of two large, sharp claws. Then, a booming voice yelled at him, which was so loud that it blew back his fur like he was in a wind storm. "GIVE ME ONE REASON NOT TO EAT YOU, YOU UNDERHANDED FOOL!" Cho'Gath was very angry, and held him close to his mouth as he shouted; he was serious.

He sighed, ashamed of being caught. "I had no real intention of harming him, I just wanted to force knowledge out of him. I didn't think he would comply willingly--"

"BAH! YOU CALL THAT AN EXCUSE TO SPARE YOU!?! YOU THREATENED DEATH TO MY VOIDBORN BROTHER! I HOPE IT WAS WORTH LOSING THE OPPORTUNITY TO FACE KHA'ZIX!" He pulled Rengar dangerously close to his mouth, and Rengar was not strong enough to burst out of his grip or fight. He struggled to break free, but failed, and was thrown into Cho'Gath's mouth, where he quickly rooted himself to his gums with his machete. He went to jump out of his mouth, but he snapped it shut, trapping him behind his teeth. Out of options, he had no other choice but to get him to open his mouth again. If he went any lower than the mouth, he would be digested. He started slashing the tongue, which gave no reaction except internal laughter from Cho'Gath, which was so loud inside his mouth that Rengar had to cover his ears. He then tried to break the teeth, but they were too solid. If he continued any further, it would break his machete. The fact that there was no escape made him miserable. He did not care that he was going to die, but he did care that he would never exchange blades with Kha'Zix again. On the verge of weeping, he bolstered himself to prevent any tears, and turned his full attention to finding an alternate way to open his mouth, and once he did that, he remembered something that was so obvious that he hit himself for taking so long. His words echoed inside the giant monster: "Cho'Gath. I have a reason you should not eat me." Cho'Gath immediately opened his mouth and plucked him out in the same painful grip he was in before.

"OH!?! AND WHAT REASON IS THAT?"

"You and Kog'Maw were sealed by the summoners until recently you were let out because of your little 'gentleman' charade. If I go missing after they let you out, they will know it was you, and they will seal you in a new prison where you will be irretrievable." Cho'Gath then set him down.

"I KNOW. THAT'S WHY I DIDN'T SWALLOW YOU. BUT KNOW THIS: NEVER COME ANYWHERE CLOSE TO KOG'MAW AND I, OR NEXT TIME, I ALSO WILL NOT CARE ABOUT THAT 'STUPID SYSTEM' AND YOU -WILL- BE EATEN!"

"Thank you, it won't happen again."

As Rengar walked away, he snickered to himself at the situation. He was fully within capability to avoid being caught by the giant, but he was too eager for the information to leap out of the way of the spikes. In a real fight where he was prepared, he could have taken Cho'Gath just as well as he's taken down other behemoths in the past. In those cases, he uses his prey's size against them by being quicker, and digging through their bodies at areas that they are unable to reach. But as fate has it, even defeatable foes can bring about your doom if taken lightly, or in this case, ignored. Once Rengar was grasped, he was doomed, all because he was too distracted with one objective. Greed, just as in matches in the League of Legends, can kill you. He picked up a familiar scent and stopped. "Kha'Zix. Come out." Immediately, a purple blur lept off of a tree and landed right in front of Rengar.

"Yessss?"

"My thirst for your blood is too strong to wait any longer, this has gone on long enough. Tomorrow, ten sharp, meet me at the empty baron pit of the old Summoner's Rift."

"HAAAH! Finally! I was starting to think you'd given up... I want you at full ssstrength! Get some sleep!"

"You too, Beast. I was unprepared when we first met, but now that I truly know you, your head is as good as mine. Be gone." They both left in a flash to their respective homes immediately to get as much rest as possible. Back in his cabin, he spent a long time in his trophy room staring at his top mount. All of his life's work was finally going to come to a close. "Tomorrow, this mount will be filled...Either with Kha'Zix's head, or mine. This is the most critical moment in all my years of hunting. I'm going to make you proud, Father, or die trying." He put on his bonetooth necklace to bless him with strength the following day, and went to sleep.

THE HUNT IS ON

Kha'Zix, the Void Reaver, and Rengar, the Pridestalker, eagerly ran to the abandoned Baron pit an hour early, anxious to kill their most prized rivals they've ever had. They arrived simultaneously, and grinned at each other. Kha'Zix lowered his claws and slowly walked up, so Rengar put away his weapons and did the same. They stood face-to-face and shook hands/claws. "No matter the outcome, I have never been more pleased than having you as my rival, Kha'Zix. I am honored to face you in this glorious fight."

"Prepare yourssself for the next hour, Lion! One of us will never leave this place!" Rengar did exactly that, as did Kha'Zix. They both set up designated ambush areas and hiding places to secure themselves and ensure their enemy's doom. After an hour of preparation, the clock struck ten, and when it did, the two sent earsplitting, glorious roars to indicate that their long-awaited fight has now begun!

From this point on, there are three possible endings. Their fate is up to you.

KHA'ZIX ENDING

They both scouted out for each other in the various bushes, both wanting the first strike. They entered the same bush at the same time from opposite ends, and charged at each other! (the following link is not my video and I take no credit for it. I just thought it would be neat for one of the endings to have a video.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XF41Wm51eQs

Kha'Zix gazed long at his ultimate prey as Rengar stared back, slowly drifting away from consciousness, but with a fixed look of pride in his one good eye. "I...Lost...But it was worth the chance to... to fight....with...." his eye rolled back, and he became motionless. Kha'Zix sighed, mournful of the loss of his rival, but determined to drain his power, voraciously dug into and ate his prey without stopping until the entire body was gone. As soon as he finished, a red glow emanated from his body for a short while, and he was overcome by rage, letting out the most savage roar he ever did-- Rengar's roar. In an instant, he felt a great power had generated inside him, a new power he had never even thought was possible for him to adapt. After the roar... he suddenly disappeared into thin air.

In the dark void of Kha'Zix's mind, a new voice entered his head... the familiar voice of a certain lion. "I can't see, everything is black. Am I dead"

The voice of Kha'Zix echoed back to answer this new entity. "Yesss, Rengar...Though I am in control of this body, you and I are now one!"

It let out a sigh, and then a light laugh. "I accept my defeat at your hands, Kha'Zix. Use me in any way you see fit."

"I have worthy plans for you... you will not be wasted! What I want out of you is your superior fury! We will mercilessly prey on anything that comes within our range, and more!"

"My fury and my strength are yours, Beast! NO SURVIVORS!" The swelling fury from Rengar mutated Kha'Zix even further, broadening his physique. He also sprouted a thin layer of red body hair over his whole body. He now looked as if he was a perfect hybrid of the two greatest hunters of all time, and was always full of uncontrollable rage. That new ability he adapted was... teleportation.

Kha'Zix reappeared inside a congregation of summoners, who were terrified at the sudden interruption by this horrid monster that they didnt recognize. Quickly, they all shot binding magic to stop him, but they all missed every time; he was much quicker than anything they had ever seen. One by one, they were impaled in the back by a thick, three-pronged claw, unable to protect themselves, unable to escape, and unable to stop him. He toyed with the last one, laughing maniacally as he slashed off one limb at a time, watching him try to crawl away with the remaining ones. When he got down to the last one, he jumped in front of it, looking the poor man in the lifeless eyes as he foamed at the mouth from shock before spilling his innards all over the floor. With no summoners to stop him, he then sealed the magical gateways to the League of Legends matches, preventing every champion from ever escaping... and they never did. Kha'Zix hijacked every active match, and one by one, murdered every champion, who were unaware of his presence until it was too late. He was especially gruesome to Nidalee, who he saved for last. He intentionally chased her at just enough speed to convince her he was after her, but slow enough to fail to catch her, and he chased her into the path of all the champions he had murdered in that match. Teemo was bisected, with a fixed look of agony on his lifeless face, and Nidalee wept at the sight as she was running. After she saw all of them, Kha'Zix shot out a spike that pinned her to the wall via her abdomen. She screamed in pain and tried to break loose as he teleported in front of her, but it was no use. He spoke to her with a laugh in his voice, speaking simultaneously in both the voices of Kha'Zix and Rengar. "All of your jungle animals are mine to kill"

"R--Rengar?? What's happened to you?! Why are you doing this!?"

"Becaussse... There are no remaining creatures that are powerful enough for us...For this reason, they must all die!" with one final slash, he finished off the last champion. "Thank you, Beast. She used to always try to get in my way during my early hunts."

Kha'Zix snickered. "It wasss worth the terror... the delicious terror! Keep the fury coming, no life remains in this world that is worth sparing!" Kha'Zix went on to murder every single summoner (even you!) in the League of Legends, and went on to assassinate military leaders of all factions until everyone in sight was unprotected...and he killed them too. Once he had murdered every human, yordle, and monster he had ever seen, he ventured to Rengar's cabin, and coughed up the head of Rengar. He brought it into the trophy room and placed it on that one special mount that was reserved for himself instead, and took good care in cleaning it up, making it look good. He then sprayed out a hard, thick material from his claws and coccooned himself, and hibernated for hundreds of years, awaiting nature to spawn new life forms, hopefully those that would be worth hunting again, like Rengar.

END

RENGAR ENDING

Quick to take action, they bolted into the jungle to find each other. Kha'Zix decided to wait for Rengar to come to him, and dug a hole in the ground to ambush Rengar from if he came close. Rengar decided that he was the one who would strike first, so he charged into bushes and swung his machete as he entered in hopes that it would find him. Whilst in a bush, he picked up the scent that he had familiarized himself with earlier, and from the bush, looked around and sniffed more until he pinpointed his location. His ambush spot was uncanny, but not enough to hide from Rengar! He intentionally ran past it toward another bush, pretending not to know about the imminent ambush. Kha'Zix lept out at him, and found himself caught on Rengar's barbed blades. "GAAAH!" Rengar prepared to crack his skull with the handle of his machete to expose the underside of his exoskeleton, but was interrupted by a little surprise-- Schlik Kha'Zix slashed off Rengar's other natural eye. Rengar grabbed his head in pain and kicked Kha'Zix off of his blades, leaving an open wound and knocking him to the ground. While he could see just fine out of his new eye, his natural eye was the one he focused with, so the remainder of the fight would be difficult. He bolstered himself as to not waste the opportunity and lept on top of Kha'Zix, pinning down his claws with his arms. Both of them disabled, Kha'Zix reached up and bit Rengar's shoulder, leaving a large wound. Rengar responded by shifting Kha'Zix and biting Kha'Zix's neck. Had he dug deep enough, he would have finished Kha'Zix off, but he quickly backed off and spat out his blood. His blood burned his mouth and partially melted some of his teeth, so he had to find another method. He got off of the bleeding Kha'Zix and armed his machete again. Unfortunately, this was enough time for Kha'Zix to get back up, and he vanished. Shortly after, a sharp pain came at Rengar's back, leaving a huge slash and nudging him forward. He reached to grab a hold of him, but he disappeared again. Rengar was prepared now, and used his scent to know exactly where he was going to strike from. Kha'Zix shot his claw toward him again, but was forcefully parried by Rengar's machete! The clash was so loud that it boomed through the jungle, and Kha'Zix's claw was cracked in half, earning a pained scream from the monster as he was knocked backward. He was then bodyslammed into the ground by Rengar, who was ready to finish him off. Kha'Zix swung his good claw at his face again, but Rengar took advantage of his disabled limb, and parried the claw into the ground with his machete. With one thrust, he pierced the monster's torso with his blades, and he let out a final shriek as he looked up at his victorious rival. "You are...T-the better...hunter." Still latched onto his blades, Rengar stood tall on the hill, swung his machete one last time, and claimed his prize - the Head of Kha'Zix.

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUbeDIweSSQ/UuDtqfp4VjI/AAAAAAAACMw/hNEclueaAPE/s2560/league-of-legends-baron-darius-khazix-rengar-hd-wallpaper-sliverel-1920x1440.jpg (I neither own, nor take credit for, this picture either. Also Darius and Baron aren't there btw, lol.)

Rengar clung tightly to the new head, the subject of his life's goal. Surely there was no creature alive stronger than his finally-defeated nemesis. He rushed home, not caring about the blood he was losing from his back and shoulder. He charged through the door and bolted to his trophy room, head in hand. Once there, he lept up to Kha'Zix's mount and tore it from the wall, and took extreme care in fixing up his head onto it. It was beautiful: he positioned him into the sinister grin that he always showed him when they met. The sight would terrify the common mortal. He went to put the mount back up on the wall, but discovered he couldn't bring himself to let go of it... it was his greatest treasure. He took it to his bedroom with him and set it on his nightstand as he bandaged up his wounds. It was painful to wrap up his shoulder, and he observed that part of a major blood vessel has been partially melted by Kha'Zix's mouth. Rengar was still alive, so he didn't panic. It turned out it while it was a larger-than-average blood vessel, it certainly wasn't as important as a jugular or something. After patching up, he lay on his bed, staring proudly at the face of Kha'Zix, and falling asleep to it.

The next morning, Rengar felt...Unnaturally great. He didn't feel the wound on his back, his shoulder wasn't in pain or sticking to the bandages, and the most unusual thing of all, there was something strange going on with his eyes. EYES. PLURAL. His eye was back! He ripped off the bandages and saw that his wounds were gone too! He was alarmed by this, thinking perhaps this could be another haunting dream, and ran outside as far as he could go. He stopped by the river he was previously at when he saw Warwick who was still there, swiping fish out of it. He ran up to him and grabbed him. "Warwick! I need you to slash me!"

"What!? If we fight here the summoners are going to throw a fit and get us--"

"DO IT!"

"FINE!" Warwick angrily slashed Rengar's chest. Rengar started losing some blood again, and began feeling lightheaded. "Hey, I didn't mean to slash you that hard, you need some fluid. Eat these fish." Warwick crammed his fish into Rengar's mouth. As soon as he swallowed them, the slash stopped bleeding, and began to lightly pulsate. Green fluid ran from one side of his slashed flesh to the other, and the wound started very slowly shrinking. Within about 3 hours, the wound would be sealed.

"I'm...Regenerating through food and rest... Like Kha'Zix..." he remembered patching himself up, particularly his shoulder. Rengar's exposed blood vessel must have absorbed some of Kha'Zix's fluid, just enough to not burn the rest of it. He ran over to the river and looked at his reflection, and just as he thought: the eye that Kha'Zix sliced off last night had regenerated completely. A sharp, jabbing pain came from Rengar's other eye, and shortly after, it was pushed off-- and in it's place, the other natural eye that he first lost to Kha'Zix.

"Rengar, what is wrong with you?"

Rengar looked back at him, and inexplicably became very hungry. So hungry that it hurt. The only thing he could think about was the taste of blood, and thus, Rengar experienced his first side affect: extreme bloodthirsty carnivorism. He pounced on Warwick, with only a short hold on his sanity, and pinned him down, roaring in his face.

"Get offa me!"

"I'm sorry! I'm starving! I need to taste real blood!"

Warwick kicked Rengar off of him and raised his claws in defense mode. "Then taste someone else's blood, what happened to you only wanting to kill the dangerous and suspecting? You said hunting was your life."

"There is nothing left worthy of hunting, I don't care about living anymore!" Rengar was slipping into madness.

"If you'll calm down, I'll let you in on a little secret that the loose tongue of a dying manatee told me. I know one target you'll find worthy of hunting."

The introduction of a new hunt cooled Rengar enough to regain his grip on himself, though he was covered in sweat and still very hungry. "Where is it... I'll have its...head..."

"You know that dumb mechanical junkpile we are expected to call Baron Nashor? I know where the real one is... He looks nothing like it. He likes to fish too, but he does it over in that swampy area over there." Warwick points his claw to the southwest.

"Baron Nashor... likes to FISH!?"

"It's the truth. He should be there right now. If you discover I am lying, come back and eat me. I won't fight back."

Rengar lowered his arms, and his hunger, though still present, subsided. "You'd better be telling the truth." with that, he traveled southwest to meet this "Baron Nashor."

In a swampy region, a burly man hummed happily as he cast his fishing line for the hundredth time this morning. He caught a lot of fish, but there weren't very big. certainly not big enough to sate his hunger at dinnertime, at least. His line became snagged on something, and he yanked at it, trying to get it loose. After two tugs, it started moving toward him. "Dang, that's a huge fish." He yanked hard one final time, and it lept out of the water right in front of his face--but it certainly wasn't a fish. It was Rengar. "Shoo, I'm trying to fish!" Rengar swung his machete at him, but his superior combat prowess enabled him to evade it.

"BARON NASHOR, DRAW YOUR WEAPON! YOUR HEAD IS MINE TODAY!" His mouth was foaming from hunger and anticipation.

"I don't know who told you, but you're not escaping with that knowledge. And I already HAVE my weapon!" He spins his fishing pole and does various combat tricks with it before angling it toward Rengar in an offensive combat pose. "And please, call me JAX!" Jax ran toward him and bunted him with his pole. It didn't do any damage, but it knocked Rengar's machete out of the line of fire for a short while, enough for Baron Nashor to jab Rengar's face with the handle of the fishing pole forcefully, knocking him down. Rengar immediately stood back up, more enraged than he had ever been in his life. His eyes turned red and he let out a loud, echoing roar, and finally he blacked out.

When he awoke, he found himself in his cabin again. Was this all a dream? He reached to feel his eyes and found that they were still there, both regenerated. Then what about this Baron Nashor thing? He knew at least that he wasn't hungry anymore, so that's good. He walked into his trophy room to find a surprise that confirmed the events: Jax's body lay half eaten on the floor, and indeed his head is unmasked, placed right under Kha'Zix's head. He had fully lost control of himself and went into some rabid autopilot that somehow was still sane enough to know where he lived. He then noticed something strange when he gazed at Kha'Zix's head: the eyes were looking at him, and his grin was now more of a closed smile. He stared up at his former rival and smiled back. "I don't know what you've put into me, Beast, but it feels...good. I like it. It can fill the void of losing my most challenging opponents like you by tasting the flesh of those that are decently strong... And I promise your head won't be lonely for long!" He headed outside to find more 'food.'

END

BONUS ENDING

Rengar sighs, annoyed. "And how does that in any way have anything to do with us? It's not like you can save the future"

"I can't, Rengar... but you two can. It is necessary that both of you live, and come with me to the future. If either of you dies now, the world is doomed."

Kha'Zix mumbled, disappointed that he wasn't going to fight his rival yet. "Thisss better be worth our time!" The three stepped through the portal. It was a horrible sight: the ground had been rendered dead from excessive bombing, there were only clouds of smoke where the sky should be, and in the distance they could see what looked like Urgot, but more robotic, jabbing a large, handcuffed elderly human in the back with an electric rod until he collapsed on the floor dead.

"There are still survivors, and they have forged the mecha army to combat this madness. Advanced as they may be, they do not posess the superior natural detection skills that you two do, and their stealth isn't that great." A whistle was heard from the sky, followed by a loud clank that landed next to them. It was Mecha Kha'Zix.

"IT IS NOT SAFE HERE. EVACUATING." He scooped the three up and sped back to a well-guarded, technologically advanced base. Mecha Kha'Zix opened the control room and pushed them inside. They saw a short, elderly figure sitting in front of a large computer screen... an old, gray-haired Heimerdinger, who looked over to them and jumped out of his chair.

"Heavens, thank goodness you've returned, Zilean! Please, you two, all life as we know it depends on you two! Will you please lend us your aid?" They shrugged, not entirely sure what to say.

"What is it that you need us for?" Rengar asked.

"We need you to breach Base A0-12 and assassinate Captain Urgot. They have just finished capturing the last of the Demacians as prisoners, so they will not expect living beings to breach their security! Our mecha units, though powerful, cannot come close to the base without their electronic signals being detected and fried by their ion cannons. You, without an electical signal and the best hunting skills the world has ever seen, are our only hope!"

"We're sssupposed to be scared of Urgot?"

"No no, you don't understand! The strength of the battlecasts is tenfold what it used to be back in my--cough back in our day! You MUST take him by surprise!"

"Tenfold, you say..." Rengar and Kha'Zix grin delightedly at each other.

"Can you do this? Rengar? Kha'Zix?"

"We won't ssstop until we hunt down every single battlecast together!" Just then, Mecha Rengar came out of an automatic door and delivered an inaudible report to Heimerdinger. Zilean opened up another portal back to their original time. As he was about to step through, Rengar stopped him. "Wait!" Zilean stepped back out of the portal and turned his attention to Rengar. "Why do we have to do this now? We could just go back to the past, kill Viktor, and prevent this from happening."

Zilean looked downward with sorrow. "No, I'm afraid you can't. If I send you back, one of you must die in your battle. That much cannot be avoided without destroying the fabric of time. It was dangerous enough that I risked stopping it, and I'm glad I did. I have seen it all; this is the only way. Even if Viktor was killed in the past, furthermore, he has his mind permanently downloaded and well-guarded in his laboratory. His minions would keep rebuilding him." Zilean steps through the portal. "I thank you for your service to mankind. I know you will prevail."

Rengar looked over to Kha'Zix. "The hunt is still on, Beast...But the conditions have changed. Let's see which of us can kill the most!"

"Yessss..." He snickers. "Let's make it interesting...If I win, I get to kill Mecha Rengar. If you win, you kill Mecha Kha'Zix!"

Heimerdinger speaks up. "Erm, actually boys, I need those two for--"

"You're on!" The two charge out the door, and start their hunt of all of the battlecast army.

END

Kha'Zix and Rengar: True King of the Jungle

KHA'ZIX ENDING

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