For fans of The Night Angel Trilogy and fantasy author Brent Weeks
Of Assassins and Demons Part2
Ok this part directly follows on from the last part: Enjoy! :) Oh and sorry it's a little longer than the last part - I got a bit carried away :P
“You know me.” Elvira said, it wasn’t a question, but a statement. Kira looked caught between nodding and shaking her head,
“He said he was sending someone, but didn’t say who, where or even when.” She replied, clearly unsure as to whether she should show her annoyance for fear of becoming another target. Elvira didn’t have to ask who ‘He’ was: her boss - as he called himself - was a rather imposing man, and although elusive, was known to everyone in one way or another. He was mostly known as the Keeper of Contracts or sometimes the Dealer of Deaths; either way he was certainly not someone you wanted to mess with: his minions were always under his watchful eye and none of them allowed insults without someone paying for it. Elvira sighed for the high throne-like position he had made for himself: she knew so much more than him, had so much more talent and still he was above her, still she was his minion. She shook the feeling off, suddenly conscious of how unfocussed she had just become in the presence of a potential threat.
“He never does.” She said, “It’s just the way he does business.” She finished with a shrug, drawing Kira’s attention to her attire. She was swathed in black, as usual, her tight yet stretchy long sleeved top allowed for perfect movement whilst minimising visibility and her tight trousers did the same, the two items merging seamlessly into one another. Her entire outfit was moulded perfectly to her supple, lean figure; even her boots. These knee-high boots were flat and soft so as not to be heard while her gloves enveloped her forearms and secured themselves between her fingers and thumb, again allowing optimum movement. But what really drew Kira’s eye were the numerous daggers, throwing knives, throwing stars, needles, poisons and lockpicks attached to Elvira’s light, yet curvy body via various belts, sheathes, pockets and strips of fabric. Elvira allowed herself a small smile as she watched Kira study her and notice her rather pointed ears, and then her large, pale green eyes along with her long night-black hair secured perfectly behind her head, before realising she was being watched herself. Kira blushed scarlet and lowered her eyes to the floor, a dangerous move in Elvira’s presence. Elvira did not act on it however, preferring not to complicate her assignment further – she was to assassinate Warren and that was it. She clenched her teeth, knowing how complicated it had already become and waited for Kira’s eyes to look up from the floor.
“What do you know about my target?” She asked, purpose lacing her voice, forcing Kira to answer. She did, but her eyes kept flicking from Elvira’s own to her peculiar ears and back again, resulting in incomplete and stuttering sentences. Most of the information wasn’t important, but could still be valuable to someone so she filed it away in the back of her mind, only really holding onto the important parts. “So you didn’t notice that,” she inclined her head in the direction of her target’s exit, “until recently?” Kira shook her head,
“No. He was distant for a little while, and then he just kept getting himself into trouble, but then...but then this.” She finished, gesturing noncommittally. Elvira nodded comprehensively,
“Which means that thing,” she supplied, disgust in her voice, “sensed his weak state and chose that time to latch onto him, eventually taking him over. Or trying to: you’ve got a strong partner there girl.” Kira seemed to bristle slightly at the inferior title, clearly judging Elvira to be younger than her; which she was, physically at least, but answered nonetheless.
“He’s not my partner.” She said, a little sharper than intended and looked suddenly scared, feeling she had overstepped a boundary. Elvira kept her voice level, but her eyes and stance turned cold in an instant, showing Kira she had not been mistaken.
“That’s not important. What I want to know is if you know what that thing is.”
“No.” Kira answered, looking as if she would break down and cry any moment.
“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” Elvira said, her stare icy and daring Kira to argue. Not trusting her voice, Kira simply nodded, her face drained of all colour. Elvira warmed her expression to a friendly smile before turning and sprinting through the door her target had recently left. Her unusually enhanced senses picked up his trail quickly and she drifted from shadow to shadow down the corridor before finding the door that would take her to a balcony, opening out onto the rest of the city. She reached the door but didn’t open it, choosing instead to press her ear to the pine in case he was still outside, perhaps hidden, or had laid any traps in hopes that she would slip up. It would only take one silly mistake for her life to be cut short in an instant.
She found her target had moved away, but not before setting a deadly and rather clumsy snare. She could hear thread tied to the other side of the door handle blowing in the light breeze of the night, and attached to something…a vat filled with some sort of liquid: most likely acid.
She stepped away and breathed once deeply, preparing herself. Her foot lashed out, connecting violently with the door before she flicked it back just as fast and leapt backwards, flipping her body and arching her back as her hands provided an easy path for this to happen. Her hands fixed themselves to the floor long enough for the rest of her body to slice through the air in the same fashion before her feet found the floor again and planted themselves firmly enough for her stomach muscles to yet again move her body and right herself. Her body had moved in a three-sixty turn over and she wasn’t disoriented in the slightest. She smiled inwardly and crouched again to study the acidic liquid at her feet, pushing an unruly lock of hair out of her eyes as she did so.
What was it? It was acidic, but not akin to any common acid she knew of, nor was it similar in colour or viscosity. It was thick, black and was already eating through the floor; it also coated the floor from inches in front of her feet to the now motionless and half-eaten vat lying in the doorway. She could only guess it was something his kind produced, but from where, she didn’t want to know and shuddered at the thought of having to find out.
Repositioning her focus, she straightened up and took a number of steps back: there was no way she was walking through that. She then kicked of from her back foot, commencing her run before she leapt over the liquid and the vat and through the door, landing on the other side with a roll to break her fall. Finding herself kneeling on one knee, hands splayed on the floor, she quickly swept that frustrating lock of hair from her face and leapt again, this time off of the balcony. Bringing her hands together completed her swan dive as she soared to the city traffic below…
Thanks for reading! Again any comments and/or criticisms are very welcome :D
“You know me.” Elvira said, it wasn’t a question, but a statement. Kira looked caught between nodding and shaking her head,
“He said he was sending someone, but didn’t say who, where or even when.” She replied, clearly unsure as to whether she should show her annoyance for fear of becoming another target. Elvira didn’t have to ask who ‘He’ was: her boss - as he called himself - was a rather imposing man, and although elusive, was known to everyone in one way or another. He was mostly known as the Keeper of Contracts or sometimes the Dealer of Deaths; either way he was certainly not someone you wanted to mess with: his minions were always under his watchful eye and none of them allowed insults without someone paying for it. Elvira sighed for the high throne-like position he had made for himself: she knew so much more than him, had so much more talent and still he was above her, still she was his minion. She shook the feeling off, suddenly conscious of how unfocussed she had just become in the presence of a potential threat.
“He never does.” She said, “It’s just the way he does business.” She finished with a shrug, drawing Kira’s attention to her attire. She was swathed in black, as usual, her tight yet stretchy long sleeved top allowed for perfect movement whilst minimising visibility and her tight trousers did the same, the two items merging seamlessly into one another. Her entire outfit was moulded perfectly to her supple, lean figure; even her boots. These knee-high boots were flat and soft so as not to be heard while her gloves enveloped her forearms and secured themselves between her fingers and thumb, again allowing optimum movement. But what really drew Kira’s eye were the numerous daggers, throwing knives, throwing stars, needles, poisons and lockpicks attached to Elvira’s light, yet curvy body via various belts, sheathes, pockets and strips of fabric. Elvira allowed herself a small smile as she watched Kira study her and notice her rather pointed ears, and then her large, pale green eyes along with her long night-black hair secured perfectly behind her head, before realising she was being watched herself. Kira blushed scarlet and lowered her eyes to the floor, a dangerous move in Elvira’s presence. Elvira did not act on it however, preferring not to complicate her assignment further – she was to assassinate Warren and that was it. She clenched her teeth, knowing how complicated it had already become and waited for Kira’s eyes to look up from the floor.
“What do you know about my target?” She asked, purpose lacing her voice, forcing Kira to answer. She did, but her eyes kept flicking from Elvira’s own to her peculiar ears and back again, resulting in incomplete and stuttering sentences. Most of the information wasn’t important, but could still be valuable to someone so she filed it away in the back of her mind, only really holding onto the important parts. “So you didn’t notice that,” she inclined her head in the direction of her target’s exit, “until recently?” Kira shook her head,
“No. He was distant for a little while, and then he just kept getting himself into trouble, but then...but then this.” She finished, gesturing noncommittally. Elvira nodded comprehensively,
“Which means that thing,” she supplied, disgust in her voice, “sensed his weak state and chose that time to latch onto him, eventually taking him over. Or trying to: you’ve got a strong partner there girl.” Kira seemed to bristle slightly at the inferior title, clearly judging Elvira to be younger than her; which she was, physically at least, but answered nonetheless.
“He’s not my partner.” She said, a little sharper than intended and looked suddenly scared, feeling she had overstepped a boundary. Elvira kept her voice level, but her eyes and stance turned cold in an instant, showing Kira she had not been mistaken.
“That’s not important. What I want to know is if you know what that thing is.”
“No.” Kira answered, looking as if she would break down and cry any moment.
“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” Elvira said, her stare icy and daring Kira to argue. Not trusting her voice, Kira simply nodded, her face drained of all colour. Elvira warmed her expression to a friendly smile before turning and sprinting through the door her target had recently left. Her unusually enhanced senses picked up his trail quickly and she drifted from shadow to shadow down the corridor before finding the door that would take her to a balcony, opening out onto the rest of the city. She reached the door but didn’t open it, choosing instead to press her ear to the pine in case he was still outside, perhaps hidden, or had laid any traps in hopes that she would slip up. It would only take one silly mistake for her life to be cut short in an instant.
She found her target had moved away, but not before setting a deadly and rather clumsy snare. She could hear thread tied to the other side of the door handle blowing in the light breeze of the night, and attached to something…a vat filled with some sort of liquid: most likely acid.
She stepped away and breathed once deeply, preparing herself. Her foot lashed out, connecting violently with the door before she flicked it back just as fast and leapt backwards, flipping her body and arching her back as her hands provided an easy path for this to happen. Her hands fixed themselves to the floor long enough for the rest of her body to slice through the air in the same fashion before her feet found the floor again and planted themselves firmly enough for her stomach muscles to yet again move her body and right herself. Her body had moved in a three-sixty turn over and she wasn’t disoriented in the slightest. She smiled inwardly and crouched again to study the acidic liquid at her feet, pushing an unruly lock of hair out of her eyes as she did so.
What was it? It was acidic, but not akin to any common acid she knew of, nor was it similar in colour or viscosity. It was thick, black and was already eating through the floor; it also coated the floor from inches in front of her feet to the now motionless and half-eaten vat lying in the doorway. She could only guess it was something his kind produced, but from where, she didn’t want to know and shuddered at the thought of having to find out.
Repositioning her focus, she straightened up and took a number of steps back: there was no way she was walking through that. She then kicked of from her back foot, commencing her run before she leapt over the liquid and the vat and through the door, landing on the other side with a roll to break her fall. Finding herself kneeling on one knee, hands splayed on the floor, she quickly swept that frustrating lock of hair from her face and leapt again, this time off of the balcony. Bringing her hands together completed her swan dive as she soared to the city traffic below…
Thanks for reading! Again any comments and/or criticisms are very welcome :D
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Comment by Heaven-leigh on June 12, 2009 at 10:48am - Lol! Thanks :D Umm...when I've finished it :P Oh and in answer to your other comment - after I updated the first one, it changed the order *shrugs* I guess it's just because I wrote the second one before I updated the first...
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Comment by [e]LiFaN[t]™© on June 12, 2009 at 9:20am -
O.O this is what i missed?? OMG!!! this is so AWESOME!!
so when is there gonna be a part 3?? dying of curiousity here!! :P lol
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Comment by Heaven-leigh on June 8, 2009 at 9:41am
- Hehehe, thanks :D Hopefully I will : / lol, thanks for commenting :)
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Comment by Homer on June 7, 2009 at 1:21am - same as previous comments lol, I like the detail and the possession thing with the 'demon' attaching itself to a person in a weak state was a nice touch. Keep up the good work!
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Comment by Heaven-leigh on May 26, 2009 at 12:14pm
- Thanks :D Glad you both like it :) Hahaha! Oh no its fine - I love enthusiasm :D More is on it's way...when I've written it, lol. Just please suspend the writing of ransom notes and blackmail until then :P Thanks
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Comment by FireLight on May 25, 2009 at 6:58am - AGHHHHHH!!!! loveLoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLOVVVVVVVVVE it! *crawls towards on knees* more? more? more? <---- sorry.... im kinda creepy.... *hides*
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Comment by Taylor on May 24, 2009 at 2:52am - AWESOME! :D keep going :D
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