An Assassin???
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The blade had cut his throat, or was it the cold chill of steel he felt? Maybe even the coldness in this murderers heart. He couldn't be sure of anything other than death was upon him.
"So you are the Silent Stalker?"
The man knew there was no answer forthcoming as he slowly began to accept his fate, he knew it was soon that he would draw his last breath.
"They say that your victims never hear you coming, I now know this to be true…so true." the man sighed, he wanted this man to say something then possibly a bribe was possible, he had the money after all.
"What is it...." the man gasped as the blade moved across his throat. This time he was sure the blade had cut.
"What is like being a cold killer? Have you no remorse? Or do you not understand compassion?" He had to try it was his only hope.
"You know nothing." The Stalker replied calmly, cooly, almost peacefully.
That voice, that answer alone told Tarin that he was as good as dead. This man made no deals, he only dealt with death. Still maybe he could try and turn the tables. Tarin had lived through many rougher days and far greater assassination attmepts.
"You know I could make better use of your skills. Your current employer doesn't know nothing about you. He knows not of how strong you...the Silent Stalker can be....." Tarin's words ended in a gurgle as the blade had cut deep through the carotid artery and esophagus. Tarin tried to turn so he could see the man that had taken all that he held dear. Instead all he saw was...
"Daddy? What is...AHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Samue never saw the intruder that had exited the room as silent as a summer's breeze, only much deadlier. Samue ran to her father's side as Tarin's face made a sickening gaping gesture, it reminded Samue of a fish out of water. And the blood, Samue had never thought there could be so much as it spouted like a geyser from her father's throat. The tears came then as Samue realized all that had happened...
Chric stood on the window sill, bow in hand, to make sure his job was done. Chric knew that his blade had cut true, how many times did he feel the familiar sensation of the blade cut through another's flesh. Chric was getting so used to the sensation he could tell the difference between slicing arteries, tissues, muscle, organs...they all had their own texture and he never missed.
It was then Chric saw a small girl enter the room. He readied his bow, had she seen him? Was she a liability? Her scream tore at him from somewhere deep within his soul. No, his mission was complete he had settled the debt with Tarin and Tarin alone. Though as Chric turned to leave he couldn't escape the fact that a small tear had fallen down his face as he heard the girl cry...