The uncaged Wrath of Equis.

Blood was all that mattered for Warwick at this moment. The moment he took in the scent was the moment he surrendered to the beast within.

He did not care for the consequences of this because he knew his opponents were the type of beings he started hunting when he
first regained a bit of his sanity.

Right after his transmutation he hunted every moving object, he didn't care if it was a living creature or a machine. He just cared for the hunt and the need to fulfill his newly acquired hunger. Men, women, children. All became his food, his sustenance. The more he killed the more the beast within got excited.

But a little while after that he became self aware again of what he was doing, he was horrified yet he was unable to fight these new instincts he gained. His memory loss didn't help either, being unable to form an image of the person he once was before. All what his memory now was were flashes of pain and uncontrollable rage which were enhanced by the chemicals pumped into his body. All which triggered the beast within to break free.

But he thought that there was a glimmer of potential to turn this grim scenario around. Maybe he could aim the beast at something. A man's criminal past came to mind. He sensed that that man was or used to be him. But he had forgotten the name of said man. He sensed that this was probably for the best.

He would aim the beast at other criminals that plagued the streets of Zaun. He could maybe take down the crime gangs that ruled the city and it's inhabitants. Maybe he could make Zaun free again. And it worked for the most part. All feared the beast in the shadows. There were still these unfortunate accidents here and there where a innocent inhabitant crossed his path. It never ended well for them, most of the time they were no more than a swipe and a flash of blood.

But he could not dwell on these mishaps.

Then came the time he met 'them'. Summoners they called themselves. They were able to draw the man in his mind forward and make a proposition. A chance of redemption. He would serve the League of Legends and be able to fight for a just cause while being able to take down other criminals.

It was to good of an opportunity to just leave. It was everything Warwick dreamed of at the time, a chance of redemption. And so he was accepted into the League of Legends. They dubbed him Warwick - The Uncaged Wrath of Zaun. The name fit him so he took it as his own.

But he soon realized the hollow words of these summoners were false.

All their promises of redemption and a better future were lies.

Runeterra was plagued with conflicts, everyone disliked each other, so there were often wars between faction until it nearly became the end of the world. That's when The League of Legends came in with a solution.

The League of Legends was a battle arena where the winner could decide an outcome of a conflict without having to tear apart the world with war. Each faction would have some champions to represent their cause. It was also a place where the general populace could watch these matches between champions.

It grew fast in popularity, almost like it was some sort of game to them. It disgusted Warwick. Here these so called 'Champions' were no more than slaves made to do the bidding of one of these summoners. There was near to no free will in these matches. Everything was controlled by these summoners, even movement. Everything controlled by a summoner that could enter their mind and control them like puppets.

But for now he didn't care, he was on the hunt. He was doing good in this match. He had hunted at least every opponent in the enemy team at least twice and was on his way to a team fight in the bottom lane. Two of his teammates were pinned to their tower while they were under siege by four enemies.

The Two teammates, Lucian and Leona were trying to clear the waves of minions that endlessly spawned as fast as they could. But they were both running out of mana. It would only be a matter of time before the enemy would attack and kill them under their tower and perhaps even destroy the tower.

His first target would be The Blind Monk - Lee Sin who would be lurking in a nearby brush. Lee Sin was a target of value. It was the champion on the enemy team with the highest potential to initiate a fight. Take him out and the siege of the tower would surely fail.

Out of nowhere a sonic wave hit Warwick in the side and a blind monk soon followed, trying to take Warwick down with his martial arts.

The pneumatics in Warwick's body shifted as his claw extended. A quick few swings and The Monk was already injured while Warwick only suffered a few bruises from the kicks and punches.

With blood drawn the beast came out ready to tear apart the monk. He lunged at Lee Sin and bit him in the side. With this massive pneumatic claw he sliced the arm of the monk clean off. Lee Sin was on the ground bleeding heavily but Warwick was not done yet.

With a massive bite he took off the blind monk his left leg. He then stabbed Lee in the neck and smashed his face against the nearby wall.

"You have slain an enemy."

Said the announcer's voice. The first out of four thought Warwick. Now it was time to punish the enemy for pressuring his teammates.

Next up was Kog"maw - The Mouth of The Abyss and Soraka - The Starchild. He started running at them at full speed.

Kog'Maw was already injured and bleeding from a small fight between him and Lucian. The scent of blood further drew out the beast in Warwick as he ran faster and faster. In a matter of moments he had closed the distance and lunged at Kog'Maw. A quick bite was all it took to have the creature in his jaws. While Soraka desperately tried to heal the mouth of the abyss, it was already to late. A quick twist and the creature his neck was broken.

"Double kill."

The announcer said while the void energies inside small creature exploded Kog'Maw's body into pieces. But this did not fase Warwick.

He quickly dashed to The Starchild before she could get away. He stabbed his large claw in her leg which prevented her from escaping. With a quick upwards movement of his massive claw he sliced her in half. Half of Soraka stayed up while the other fell down.

"Triple kill!"

Said the announcer as the second half of Soraka fell down as well.

Now Warwick had to hunt the fourth and final kill. But his last enemy, Malzahar - The Prophet of The Void, was fleeing back to the safety of the middle tower. Still it would take the void mage quite a while to get there. So Warwick made his way to run around and cut off the void mage before he got to his tower.

After a few second Warwick had arrived at a brush near the tower just before Malzahar had arrived. He took his spot in the nearby brush in order to ambush the unsuspecting void mage.

His target was indeed approaching after a few seconds. His blood lust roared to life as the chemicals flooded his brain. All rhyme or reason lost to the beast as it got ready to take the leap.

3...

2...

1...

With a mighty howl did Warwick leap at his target. His pneumatic claw ready to tear into the void mage.

Malzahar was taken by surprise because his summoner had been naging him all game. But he finally had enough of all of it. He gathered all his energy together. With massive burst of energy he threw the summoner from his mindscape and faced the incoming Warwick. It took nearly all his powers to remove the summoner from his minds. Still it finally allowed him to act freely again.

With the summoner removed from his mind at the moment he had complete full acces to all his abilities. But it would only be a matter of time before the summoner regained control. He had to act quickly.

"You have been a nuisance Wrath of Zaun, ever since you became part of the League. It is time for you to disappear," He addressed the incoming champion. With the last of his energy he quickly threw open a void portal right in front of him, right in between him and Warwick.

Warwick had no time to react nor did his summoner as he jumped head first into the portal.

The last thing he heard before the portal closed were his summoner screaming his name and the void prophet laughing in victory. With that he lost conscienceness.

**TIMESKIP**

New smells immediately hit Warwick his nose as he regained conscienceness. Smells he didn't recognize.

The last thing he recalled was being cast into that void portal by Malzahar. Was he in the void? No, it couldn't be. The smells around him told him that he was in a forest of some sort and the void was told to be a dark dead and cold place where nothing was except for these monsters like Kog'maw. Was he back in the League? No, there was no forest near The League of Legends arena. Where was he?

He opened his eyes as he tried to get up and take a look around. Just as he thought, he was in a forest or a jungle of some sort, pretty dark and wild. There were nearly no forests like this anymore on Runeterra. Most of them if not all of them were burned or chopped down because of all the wars that nearly tore the world apart.

Smells of different creatures hit his nose, creatures he never smelled before. Where exactly was he?

He decided that he would scout around the area to search for any landmarks, maybe get some high ground and look around that way.

While Warwick started scouting around he noticed how his mind was oddly clear. There was no trace left anymore from the many summoners that had invaded his mind. The memories of constant pain, agony and anger were next to non-exitcent. Even the presence of the beast was not even detectable anymore. It was a strange feeling to just have a free mind for once in many years of unrest, even tho his body still ached every now and then because of the strange machinery integrated with his body.

Finally being able to think clearly was refreshing but strange for Warwick. Usually his mind was swarmed by either summoners, traces of their presence or the rage generated by his memories and the green liquid pulsing in his body. So it would take quite some time to get used to this way of thinking again. Just the thought of it was quite unsettling.

Unable to focus, Warwick decided to rest in a tree and let his mind wander for a while until he had calmed down enough. He had no hurry to get anywhere, or get to anyone. He had no loved ones or friends, no home to get back to. But this didn't bother him. He would find fulfillment in stopping other beings from sharing his fate.

In the tree was nothing of interest, but what he saw from on top of the tree was quite unique thought Warwick.

He was surrounded by the forest he was in. There were a few mountains in the far distance and a single mountain to his left that was nearby. There ran a river through the forest, a spot for him to find water and some fish probably so at least he wouldn't starve or die of thirst.

But the strangest thing was that in the middle of the forest there was a large castle and probably a city around it. The architecture looked kind of like Demacia but at the same time it had it's differences. Warwick decided that it would be best to scout near the castle but he would stay out of sight for now.

He looked further around and saw that behind him the edge of the forest was relatively close. There was also a small village close to the edge. That would need further investigation. Who lived here? Was it really Demacia?

Warwick slid back a few branches down where he took a seat to rest for a while. It didn't take long until he fell asleep, finally being able to put his mind a bit at ease, only thinking about what this new place could offer him.