"The people you don't get along with the most are the people most like yourself. They are a mirror of you, and if you see a side of yourself in the mirror that you hate, then you will inevitably dislike them." - Marco Soriano (01/25/2013)
"Tell your parents you love them and appreciate everything they do, because you don't know when you might never be able to" "Everything you do does impact everyone around you." - Greg Drew (02/13/2013)
Soon, My Precious...
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Piercing screams filled the air as women and children were pulled from their homes. Filthy bandits grinned, brandishing their knives and threatening all who resisted against them. There was no one there to protect the women and children; all the men had gone hunting for food. How was it... that these bandits just so happened to attack when the men were gone? Had they been watching the village for days... or weeks?
A terrified boy and his mother hid in the grain storage, they were both so very scared. Tears dripped down the boy's face as a burly man burst into the house and walked around. The man brandished his knife, running his finger lightly over the tip as he looked around the house. The village was not rich, what little valuables they had were hidden or otherwise stolen by the men. The large man picked up a necklace with a bright multi-coloured gem in the shape of a tooth. A gasp escaped the young boy in the grain storage, it was his father's necklace! It was a family heirloom that was passed down through the generations. He wouldn't let that bandit take it. Without thinking, the boy climbed out and charged at the man with a cry of anger. However, the bandit managed to smack the boy away with the back of his hairy hand. Landing with a thud, the boy laid there in a daze as the large man walked over and grinned maliciously. The young boy shuddered in fear and started to crawl backwards away from the man. The bandit grinned and followed the boy slowly, brandishing his knife as if he was going to carve up the boy. Bumping into the counter, the sword lying against it had fallen to the ground with a loud clatter.
Desperate to defend himself, the boy grabbed the handle and felt something stir within himself. The feeling of fire licking at the back of his hands suddenly appeared in the boy. Looking down, he found a strange mark on his hands. The boy got up, he felt light, and the thing that felt had once felt so heavy in his hands was incredibly light as well. The bandit was a bit confused as to what had happened, but he lunged forward with his knife out.
Immediately, the boy's body moved of its own accord and he brought the sword upwards in a slicing motion. Blood splattered onto the boy as a hairy hand fell to the floor. The crimson liquid was so hot, it was setting his spirit into a frenzy. Before he knew it, he had lost all sense of self as he rushed forward with inhuman speed and sliced the man in half, bones and all. A grin had formed on the boy's lips as he was covered in blood and he walked outside, dragging the blood-soaked blade with him.
Dawn (Beginning of Sunrise)
A male scrambled around in his bed, fighting the covers to free himself. They were suffocating him, he couldn't breathe. He needed to get out! Tearing the covers off, he sat up and breathed heavily. He placed a hand on his chest and his gray eyes were wide with fear. That strange feeling of rising evil could be felt whenever he grabbed a weapon to kill someone. It was like there was someone else in there; someone that wants to destroy everything that is good and bad in this world. A trembling hand ran through dark blue hair, the colour of cobalt. He could still feel the spray of blood as the sword sliced off that bandit's hand. It's been years... and he could still feel that terrifyingly delightful feeling. The one part of him that enjoyed killing... that part truly terrified him. A small smile appeared on his lips, why should he be so scared? That's what made him a truly successful assassin wasn't it? However... he was scared... that if he couldn't control this demon inside of him that lusts for blood... he just might kill everyone without meaning to.
The cool breeze that passed through his room, through an open window, calmed the male. Dark gray eyes traveled toward the window, a gentle smile appeared on his lips. The sky was such a beautiful colour, it was orange... pink... and such a wide array of colours that it made him feel calm inside. The world would soon wake up, and he would have to swallow his memories until they could no longer haunt him. He would have to do this... until the world falls asleep once more. Just until no one can see him as he lowers his guards and allows his memories to haunt him again. His eyes traveled over to the wall and they focused on the marks on the wall. They were scars... scars from when he had slashed at the wall out of frustration or anger. A pale hand traveled to the mark on his shoulder, the mark of the devil had been branded on him since he was a child. No one would take him in because of it... no one but the Guardian. He had been honest with the elegant woman, he told her that he was a killer. Still, she accepted him and took him under her wing and gave him a place to stay and to train for her. He owed his life to her, so he wanted to work for her, putting his own life on the line for her. A life for a life, that seemed fair.
The male assassin donned garments of sapphire blue and black on himself as he grabbed his weapons. The familiar feeling of heat licking at the back of his hands appeared as he picked up his weapons and secured them to his body. The twin assassin's katanas were placed in an 'x' formation on his lower back. A small bamboo pipe was concealed in a small pocket that ran along the length of his thigh. A leather pouch was strapped to his right thigh (the same thigh that the pipe was concealed in), and in it were poisoned darts that were covered in a small rubbery container so he wouldn't prick himself with one when he reached in for them. Strapped to his waist, there were two small pouches side by side, but one held a ointment and another had herbs in them. He also had three perfectly weighted rocks concealed in his vest. They were to be used for killing rather than distraction.
Once he was properly dressed, he grabbed shaded goggles which shielded his eyes from the blinding light of the sun. He was really quite lucky to have gotten this type of technology from one of his assassinations. It seems they were really quite advanced and were expensive. The guard he got it from must have been rather wealthy or high up in the target's circle to have such a thing. The male assassin then walked out of his room and to the large training grounds. There were a wide array of activities that could be done in the area. There were targets to practice accuracy with many weapons, and something to improve reflexes on... there were too many things to list off. He walked over to the table with wooden swords lying on them. Placing a hand on the handle, he wrapped his hand around it. This was not made for war, so his ability would not activate. Naturally, it felt lightly heavier than usual in his hand. Unless of course he sharpened it to the point where it could be used as a weapon, then it would probably activate his strange power. However, for now, he would have to deal with not using his power. Lately, that's all he's been doing, practicing with weapons for practice. He needed to learn how to deal with fighting without a real weapon.
Walking up to a strange dummy, he activated it and it started to spin round and round (from build up and release of tension). Smirking, he started forward and the hollow sound of wood against wood could be heard throughout the empty area as he fended off "attacks" from the dummy and returned them. His body felt heavy and tired after an hour or so of training and he deactivated the dummy. Placing the wooden sword on the table, he wheeled the dummy back in line with the others and walked back into the tower for a quick shower before he was stopped by a messenger. A curious look overtook the male assassin's normal facial expression as he followed the messenger to the very heart of the tower where the Guardian resided.
The room was lit with candles that gave off a gentle glow as it illuminated the beautiful guardian's face. Her facial features were sharp and elegant, and her ears made her seem like one with the elven race. The male assassin bowed his head slightly in respect for the woman who carried herself with an air of power all around her. "Did you need something, m'lady?" a deep and husky voice escaped the male assassin's lips, his voice gives the illusion of having the power and confidence of a nobleman. He made sure to keep his head down in the presence of this woman. He owed her too much to disrespect her in any way at all. The light from the candles caught his face at different angles, accentuating his features. The Guardian informed him of his mission. He was to assassinate a tyrant in the Falcon Kingdom. A greedy man who will stop at nothing to gain more money and power in his grasp. The male assassin frowned as he listened to all of this. The greedy man was like the bandit who tried to take away everything from him when he was younger. As the mission briefing came to an end, the assassin stood upright and gave one last deep bow before heading out of the door. He will complete his mission, he had to for the sake of the people in Falcon Kingdom.
The smell of manure and hay was strong as the male assassin, cloaked in a navy blue cloak, walked into the stables. He had prepared a light pack of supplies for his travel. The pungent odour made him crinkle his nose but he walked toward the stable boy. He was a young boy, around his early teens. The small boy led a horse with a coat of pitch out to the assassin. The stable boy had already fitted a saddle onto the horse. Taking the reins in one hand, the assassin raised a gloved hand up and stroked the neck and mane of the horse who snickered and rubbed its face against his. A gentle smile appeared on his lips as he led him out to the courtyard where it led to the gateway. Patting the gentle horse's neck, he then placed his hands on its back and pushed himself onto the powerful beast. It whinnied softly, waiting for the assassin to position himself before slowly trotting out of the gates. Under the hot noon sun they rode. The horse's hooves clicked against the ground as it galloped over the hard dirt roads that led to the Falcon Kingdom. Every now and then, the assassin would allow his horse to take a break by a small pond or stream where it would munch on grass and take a drink of water before they would move on again.
Later that Day...
It wasn't until the sun started to set that the male assassin had made it to the Falcon Kingdom. A gentle breeze had picked up by then and the lights within the dark houses had flickered as candles were lit to illuminate the darkness. The soft clip clop of the pitch black horse's hooves resonated as the city's life died down slowly. He let out a soft breath as he slid off the horse and landed swiftly on his feet. Taking the reins in hand, he led the horse to the outskirts of town where he made camp. He didn't need to tie up his horse because they were trained to stay where they were, no matter what happened. If a thief were to come and try to steal it away, the horse would not budge an inch. In return, the horse got to graze and move as much as it would like. Flames rose into the air as the male assassin started a small fire and warmed himself up beside it. The light illuminated the dark horse's coat of darkness as it paced around in a circle. It was restless, yet the way it barely picked up its legs meant it was also tired. It knew that the assassin would be back soon, and they would be running away from the Falcon Kingdom. "Get some rest... they won't notice the death for a little bit. It'll be too quiet..." he told the horse, as if he were speaking to another human. Closing his eyes, he sighed softly and laid down on the grass. The smell was sweet and alluring... it was luring him off to sleep. He knew that he would have to get up soon, to assassinate the target in his sleep without disturbing the others. Soon, he was swept off by the wind, into a subtle sleep.
When the male assassin next opened his eyes, the sky was dark and the moon was bright. Stars winked at him as they hid in the vast sky. Reaching a gloved hand out, he curled his fingers into a fist as if grasping the stars themselves. Slowly, the male got up and noticed the pile of ashes in front of him. The fire had gone out... it was time. A soft nicker came from the horse as its ears perked up slightly when the assassin had gotten up. "I'll be back..." he told the horse as he made his way toward the town, leaving his horse in the outskirts where it started to pace once more. The grass swished lightly as it parted for the legs of the assassin to pass through. His dark gray eyes were drawn to the little lights that flickered out as people slowly went to bed. Looking around, he found a small house that had their lights extinguished. Perfect he thought as he jumped onto the window ledge then propelled himself onto the roof where he jumped from roof to roof until he made it to the target's house. It was large, obviously showing that the person who owned it had a large amount of wealth. Tonight, you will see the wrath of God the assassin thought as he stooped low on a roof. Guards stood in front of the gates, their swords and weapons out at the ready. Scanning the area slowly, he then slowly jumped on a roof that was closer. He continued to survey the area before he picked up a small piece of gravel on the rooftop.
Jumping down from the rooftop, making sure to be quiet and stealthy, he pressed himself against the gate wall. Crouching low, he chucked the gravel a short distance away from him. It was just in front of him so the guard would have to turn and go past the corner to see the disturbance. This would hide the guard from the other guard's view. "What was that?"
"I don't know, go check!" one of the guards hissed and the soft clinking of armour could be heard as one of the guards got closer and closer. Drawing a katana out from its sheathe, the familiar hot sensation licked at his hands, he waited patiently like a cat waiting at the side of a pond. The clunking came closer and just as the guard turned the corner, the ran up to the guard and covered his mouth as he stabbed the guard through his armour and dragged him completely past the corner. The guard struggled but grew weaker and weaker until he stopped moving altogether. A soft sigh escaped the assassin as he crouched toward the corner and looked past it. The guard was still standing there, being quite unconcerned with his surroundings. Idiot... the assassin thought as he took out the bamboo pipe and a poisoned dart. Placing the dart in the pipe, he aimed then blew with all his might. The dart hit the guard in the eye with deadly precision. Before he could yell out, the poison was already in his system and he was paralyzed. The body of the guard convulsed wildly for a few seconds before he grew still.
Sneaking over to the dead guard, he plucked the dart from the male's eye and threw it far away so there would be no evidence of an assassin getting in. Walking around the building, he got in through an unlocked window. I guess the target believes that his guards will honestly save him he thought as he walked silently through the house. Soft conversation filled his ears and he quickly hid behind the wall as two guards talked about their day and laughed quietly with each other as they patrolled the halls. If they get outside, they'll see the dead bodies... the assassin thought as he drew out the second katana and when their backs were turned, he ran up from behind them and placed the blades at their throat. Before they had a time to react, the assassin pulled the katanas upward and the blades sliced their throats open, spilling blood onto the tiled floor. It's just your bad luck to have been patrolling when I accepted this mission he thought as he wiped both blades clean and returned them to their sheathes.
Walking through the eerily silent house, he came to a two large, heavy oak doors. Staring at it, he frowned and placed his hand on it. This feels almost too easy... he thought as he twisted the door knob slowly. Opening it just a crack, he let out a soft sigh before pushing it open quickly. Bam! the sound of a crude firearm went off. The target had been awake, he had been expecting it. The projectile had just barely grazed the side of the assassin's cheek.
"H-HAHAHAHA! I knew it! I knew I would be targeted soon! You think you're so smart? I'll kill you!" the chubby man cackled. Rushing forward, the assassin seemed to have passed the man without doing anything. However, he glanced back and smirked.
"I hate your kind the most. Just be glad it's painless... Remember the name Tenkai so that you can find me again in Hell" he told the chubby man as a deep red line appeared on his face then blood gushed forward as he fell to the ground. His head was cut cleanly in half.
The sound of a warning bell resonated throughout the night as guards noticed the dead bodies and the loud crack of the pistol. I was right to suspect that there weren't enough guards out to protect this man. I knew it! the assassin thought as he balled up his fist and smashed the glass window open. Jumping out, he landed quietly inside the gates and waited for people to pass the entrance before sprinting out of the area and toward the outskirts of town. The pitch black horse had heard the bell because it lingered at the very edge of town. Jumping onto the horse, he snapped the reins and they were off back toward the Arcana Tower. Once more, the horse was galloping along the compact, dirt road. Wind blew the navy blue cloak behind him and sent his cobalt blue fluttering in the breeze. Then, he let out a laugh into the night as they made their way back toward the tower where they were both brought up in.