(School is calming down so now I can return to my "self imposed projects" such as this. Hopefully I will get at least one chapter out a week, if not two. For new readers and old, you may find links to other chapters by following the link in my signiture!)
Chapter 7: An offer I can't refuse
I infiltrated the imperial fortress late that night. Though a few guards were posted, most of the soldiers were drunk from the night before, laying with women they kidnapped the night before. I clung to the shadows. I had not noticed it before but my vision was...different. Despite it was near pitch-black, I could see as if it was day. Not only that, but my reflexes had increased far beyond what they were. The slightest motion or sound was caught by my eyes before the rest of my body could react. I used this to my advantage. I slowly made my way through the barracks until I reached the central building. Getting by the guards was easy. I stepped inside.
I moved with caution, slowly but with purpose through each floor. I was surprised that no guards were posted. The building was dead inside. I crept up each staircase, slowly making my way to the top room.
I reached the final floor. I looked around the corner. At last I saw Guards, and unfortunatly they were guarding the comander's room. Thinking for a moment, I realized that if I made too much noise, the commander might hurt Uzima.
I used my chakra to get onto the cieling to wait. I dropped a pebble from outside. The pebble hitting the wood floors in the quiet corridor easily got the guards attention. I heard one comming to my corridor, leaving the other one to stand watch. They were smart. I watched as the man walked under me, he looked down at the pebble in confusion. Nobody ever looks up. Keeping my feet attached to the cieling a swung down, clasping the man's mouth and striking his carotic artery, the burly man fell like a sack of stones. I returned to my position as the sound of the man slamming into the floor sent the other guard running. He, like his comrade before, failed to look up, but to be sure he wouldnt make noise, I jammed my finger into his neck, releasing a bolt of lightning that instantly killed the large man. Before he fell, I grabbed him and lowered him gently.
I stood in the corridor above the corpses. I analysed the room ahead of me. Not a sound. I succeeded. I didn't wake him. I blew out the torches by the door, and slowly creeped into the dark room. There laying on the mat was a man and a girl with dark hair. I was so excited for a moment, but my world crashed around me as I heard the most terryfing thing in my life.
"Not bad, but I knew you were here from the start," the commander said as he sat up, holding a knife to the sleeping Uzima's neck. My heart sank, I found myself unable to move.
"How?!" I uttered.
"I get women as an effort to entertain myself as I stay up during the night. You see, I am a chronic insomniac. But since my partners are rarely able to stay up to please me all night, I often listen and memorize the movements of my guards. Those hasty movements were too abnormal, and they never returned. Then I heard you walk up, and your footsteps were different from my guards. But that doesn't realy matter does it. Because you will be dead in the next 5 minutes. Drop your weapons," he said as he stood, lifting Uzima and waking her from her slumber. She was bare, as expected of a recent rape victim. She looked at me with the eyes of a broken, tormented soul. That look crushed me.
I complied, throwing my knives to the ground. I stood there, glaring at the man.
"Your eyes are ugly. Stop staring at me or I will kill this girl," forced to comply, I looked down. "I see, you didn't come here to assasinate me. A true assasin wouldn't care about the welfare of a common pleasure woman as this. You know this tramp." I rushed him. I put all of my force into a punch that would have easily broken his neck, but I stopped just short as I looked at the knife pressing against Uzima's throat. She uttered a wimper of pain. I stood back and looked down. Without the warning I felt a sharp blow to the face that sent me spiraling to the floor. I felt the blood rushing from my nose and teeth. The next thing I felt was the man's heal stepping on my head, pressing my skull to the floor. "Lay like the dog you are...actually, I find this unfair. How about I entertain myself. I have a wadger for you."
"What kind of wadger?" I struggled to spit out.
"A test of your endurance. Stand up," he said, picking me up by my red hair and making me stand. "You are going to let me do anything I want to you. And you are going to sit there with a straight face. If you make even the tiniest noise from pain. I will rip out that *****'s throat. Are we clear?" He said, pointing the knife to her throat. Forced into a corner, I knodded in agreement.
Chapter 7: An offer I can't refuse
I infiltrated the imperial fortress late that night. Though a few guards were posted, most of the soldiers were drunk from the night before, laying with women they kidnapped the night before. I clung to the shadows. I had not noticed it before but my vision was...different. Despite it was near pitch-black, I could see as if it was day. Not only that, but my reflexes had increased far beyond what they were. The slightest motion or sound was caught by my eyes before the rest of my body could react. I used this to my advantage. I slowly made my way through the barracks until I reached the central building. Getting by the guards was easy. I stepped inside.
I moved with caution, slowly but with purpose through each floor. I was surprised that no guards were posted. The building was dead inside. I crept up each staircase, slowly making my way to the top room.
I reached the final floor. I looked around the corner. At last I saw Guards, and unfortunatly they were guarding the comander's room. Thinking for a moment, I realized that if I made too much noise, the commander might hurt Uzima.
I used my chakra to get onto the cieling to wait. I dropped a pebble from outside. The pebble hitting the wood floors in the quiet corridor easily got the guards attention. I heard one comming to my corridor, leaving the other one to stand watch. They were smart. I watched as the man walked under me, he looked down at the pebble in confusion. Nobody ever looks up. Keeping my feet attached to the cieling a swung down, clasping the man's mouth and striking his carotic artery, the burly man fell like a sack of stones. I returned to my position as the sound of the man slamming into the floor sent the other guard running. He, like his comrade before, failed to look up, but to be sure he wouldnt make noise, I jammed my finger into his neck, releasing a bolt of lightning that instantly killed the large man. Before he fell, I grabbed him and lowered him gently.
I stood in the corridor above the corpses. I analysed the room ahead of me. Not a sound. I succeeded. I didn't wake him. I blew out the torches by the door, and slowly creeped into the dark room. There laying on the mat was a man and a girl with dark hair. I was so excited for a moment, but my world crashed around me as I heard the most terryfing thing in my life.
"Not bad, but I knew you were here from the start," the commander said as he sat up, holding a knife to the sleeping Uzima's neck. My heart sank, I found myself unable to move.
"How?!" I uttered.
"I get women as an effort to entertain myself as I stay up during the night. You see, I am a chronic insomniac. But since my partners are rarely able to stay up to please me all night, I often listen and memorize the movements of my guards. Those hasty movements were too abnormal, and they never returned. Then I heard you walk up, and your footsteps were different from my guards. But that doesn't realy matter does it. Because you will be dead in the next 5 minutes. Drop your weapons," he said as he stood, lifting Uzima and waking her from her slumber. She was bare, as expected of a recent rape victim. She looked at me with the eyes of a broken, tormented soul. That look crushed me.
I complied, throwing my knives to the ground. I stood there, glaring at the man.
"Your eyes are ugly. Stop staring at me or I will kill this girl," forced to comply, I looked down. "I see, you didn't come here to assasinate me. A true assasin wouldn't care about the welfare of a common pleasure woman as this. You know this tramp." I rushed him. I put all of my force into a punch that would have easily broken his neck, but I stopped just short as I looked at the knife pressing against Uzima's throat. She uttered a wimper of pain. I stood back and looked down. Without the warning I felt a sharp blow to the face that sent me spiraling to the floor. I felt the blood rushing from my nose and teeth. The next thing I felt was the man's heal stepping on my head, pressing my skull to the floor. "Lay like the dog you are...actually, I find this unfair. How about I entertain myself. I have a wadger for you."
"What kind of wadger?" I struggled to spit out.
"A test of your endurance. Stand up," he said, picking me up by my red hair and making me stand. "You are going to let me do anything I want to you. And you are going to sit there with a straight face. If you make even the tiniest noise from pain. I will rip out that *****'s throat. Are we clear?" He said, pointing the knife to her throat. Forced into a corner, I knodded in agreement.
