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Post by Yera on Jul 7, 2010 21:27:09 GMT 1
"Sssshing! Ssssshing!" the wed stone slid over the sharp dagger, sparks erupted and lit the face of a grim looking man, a scar in his eyebrow.
He was concentrated, focussing completely on the task at hand.
It was a ritual, he always sharpened his knifes before hitting a target. He didn't like messy kills.
They had to be quick, clean and painless.
Finally the man stored the knife away and got up. He stretched himself to his full length. He was tall.
He moved his shoulder and head around a bit. Nothing worse then getting a cramp during a job.
Finally he got going, off to meet his target, for the final time.
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Post by Y-n-Y on Jul 7, 2010 21:59:41 GMT 1
The man's target moved around silently through small alley ways. He was stealthy and made practically no sound while walking. Now and then he suddenly stopped walking, perhaps to listen if anyone was following him, but he soon continued his sneaking.
There was something off about him, almost inhuman even. His eyes were so blue they seemed to light up in the dark shadows of the night.
He was short. He seemed not much older than sixteen, but his height was all there was to it to make him seem sixteen. All his other features were older, much much older.
The mysterious young man was standing still now, longer than usual, and listening.
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Post by Yera on Jul 7, 2010 22:11:40 GMT 1
It hadn't taken the man too long to find his target. As he had observed this week the man spend an awful lot of time in alleyways.
He didn't mind, more places for him to hide.
But tonight was not about observing... tonight he would strike.
He noticed the man's behaviour however and frowned. Was it just him, or did the man seem more alert tonight?
He shrugged his shoulders and waited for a clear shot. One dagger, well thrown, straight into his heart, that was the plan.
He moved quietly, nearly inaudible and surely as silently as humanly possible.
He saw the man stop and stared at his unnatural blue eyes, they were so cold, it even made him shiver. Get a hold of yourself! he reprimanded himself.
He took a deep breath, aimed and threw the blade.
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Post by Y-n-Y on Jul 7, 2010 22:40:32 GMT 1
The target moved his head to the right so the blade missed him by an inch. He turned around immediately and looked his predator straight in the eye.
"What do you want?" said the voice of a sixteen year old.
But the intonation and the manner of saying was again out of this world.
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Post by Yera on Jul 7, 2010 22:47:33 GMT 1
How did he do that? The man wondered when his prey moved his head inhumanly fast.
Once again he noted how young his target seemed, but the confidence with which he moved seemed to belong to someone much older. But when the prey spoke the hairs in the back of his neck roze.
The hunter shivered, he had been discovered, a direct confrontation then.
He jumped out of his hiding place.
"Your death has been requested." he said, trying to sound calm.
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Post by Y-n-Y on Jul 8, 2010 13:23:39 GMT 1
The ice cold eyes were still staring at him and the young man did not move. It was as if he was waiting for his attacker to make any sudden movements.
"I see," he said in the same calm manner as before.
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Post by Yera on Jul 8, 2010 13:34:24 GMT 1
The hunter shivered once again.
This was not normal. The prey was not supposed to be this calm.
It wasn't human.
The assassin took out his sword. His dagger remained hidden in the sleeve of his left arm. He bend his knees a little and waited four seconds.
Then he attacked.
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Post by Y-n-Y on Jul 9, 2010 18:01:33 GMT 1
The young man stretched his fingers and stretched his arms towards the assassin, with not a weapon of any form in his hands. He was less calm now, but he still did not react like any other normal human would.
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Post by Yera on Jul 9, 2010 18:36:32 GMT 1
The hunter hesitated for a brief moment, the man was unarmed, yet he seemed to have every intention to take him on, Was he perhaps insane?
The moment of doubt passed and he made a carefully precise attack that was meant to penetrate the mans defenses.
The hunter never used his sword to kill, instead it was for creating openings, his dagger would finish the job.
The man looked and moved confident, he had never lost before.
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Post by Y-n-Y on Jul 9, 2010 23:33:42 GMT 1
When the assassin got to his target, the young man was suddenly gone. Instead, he was standing behind him.
"Not fast enough..." he whispered in his ear and grabbed the assassin's wrist with the dagger and squeezed it with an inhuman strength.
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Post by Yera on Jul 10, 2010 21:07:13 GMT 1
When he arrived to his surprise the man was gone.
How did he...? he couldn't even finish that thought because then the man took hold of his daggerhand. How had he known that? And started pressing towards him.
The assassin tried to fight back but he couldn't possibly overcome the mans strength.
No one... no one is that strong. he thought to himself, slightly panicking now.
"What are you?" he managed to grumble while still struggling against the mans attack. This wasn't right, he was the hunter... not the prey.
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Post by Y-n-Y on Jul 10, 2010 23:20:22 GMT 1
"I do not believe you are in the position to ask questions," the young man said.
He pulled the assassin's wrist, turned him around and pushed him against the wall with his other hand around his neck.
"Are you a normal hunter, or were you sent by someone?" he snapped.
His face was extremely close to the other man's so he could see all the features of his expression.
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Post by Yera on Jul 11, 2010 10:26:23 GMT 1
The tall man gasped fro breath as he was pushed back by this iddibiddy youngster. He couldn't even utter a word if he wanted to.
Not that he was going to do that. There were very little rules to being an assassin. The most important one was never to betray your employer.
"Like I'd tell..." he managed to grunt."
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Post by Y-n-Y on Jul 11, 2010 15:53:10 GMT 1
"I could easily kill you... and I am not afraid to do so," the young man said.
He was not only fairly short, but also very slim and not broadly built. He loosed his grip on the assassin's throat so he could at least talk, but he scratched into his flesh with his sharp nails.
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Post by Yera on Jul 12, 2010 23:03:03 GMT 1
The man hissed as the sharp nails punctures his skin.
He expierenced something then that he had never before expierenced in his life. Fear.
For some reason he knew the man spoke the truth, he knew that this short guy was able to kill him, the great assassin.
The fear he had surprised him, he had never expected to like life enough to cling to it when his time came, but he felt there and then that he did not want to die.
"I guess even the heartless killer values life..." he muttered and he looked the man into his icy blue eyes.
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