Assassinations

My Assassins's story

It's pretty crappy

The tower loomed over the sleeping town of Bele.A lone figure stood on the belfry of the clock tower, cloaked in black. "Soon," the figure whispered in a voice so cold that it could freeze the ocean, "soon, this town will be mine as well. Before the winter solstice, I will have the lead over the great continent of Aloisia!"

Silent as a fox, a figure darted through the house of Lord Provas, dictator of Bele. The intruder had but one goal: kill the powerful Provas and his fair lady without any alarm or struggle. The folds of the hood hid a young girl's face, cold and serious. Her scarlet eyes gleamed with fear and determination; if caught, the girl would be tortured for information. Even is she did not succumb to the pain, her master would dispose of her, hiding his identity. Gripping a short dagger in a clenched fist, she ducked behind a pillar as guards passed by. The most powerful man's house was also the most well guarded. The girl had passed eleven pairs of guards, having to knock out 3 of them to get by. Sooner or later, an alarm will be sounded. Better knock them out for now, she thought. Drawing a couple of needles from a hidden pouch, the assassin carefully aimed them at the guards' necks.

"Shoot." Another figure carefully balanced himself on a ledge outside of the Provas bedroom. "She isn't here yet." The figure was a boy of 15, with blue hair and violet eyes, one covered by a bandage. He smiled a casual grin, as if the feat of balance was child play. "Ahh... there she is."

The girl slowly stalked into the room, sensing no guards about. Carefully, she tiptoed over to the bed with two forms. The dagger rose up, its silver tip gleaming evily in the moonlight. With a soft thud, it bit into the Lady Provas's throat before she even woke up.

Lord Provas woke up with a jerk. He saw the assassin wiping the dagger. "GUA-!" The Lord fell over with a well-placed throw of the knife.

A group of guards rushed into the room, immediatly spotting the young killer. They charged, spears pointing at the girl. With a CRASH! the window broke open, five throwing knives killing each guard on the spot. "Thanks..." the girl sighed. A small cry sounded from the closet. The two glanced to see a young boy around seven staring at them, tears running down his face. "We should put him at rest..." the boy said, not unkindly.

"No.I can't kill...a child. Killing people is already hard enough..."

TO BE CONT!

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Crappy