Wild child. Orphan. Shriek. I answer to all.
"I am the child of Fear herself!" I trilled in my ghostly voice as I dropped down from the rafters. "I am the sister of Death and the cousin of Shadow!" I grinned at their shock. The Prince was a decent actor. My bow was loaded. "History repeats." I muttered gleefully.
A glint of an iron-grade dagger caught my eye. This should only take minutes. I Withdrew my scythes. One per hand and leap into the crowd which lead to chaos. Two down. Their blood splatted my face.
Gasping, I extracted the knife I had seen before from my shoulder. I pinned the soldier against a wall. Not to scarred. A shame I have to kill you. With my sythe, his head rolled. More sticky, warm, blood spurted in my face.
I was glad for my pure white mask that protected my eyes and hid my face. The chaos died down fast. A man, officer by his uniform, held a dull-looking sword to the Prince's throat. "Don't move-" Shaky voice. It's be a slow death then. "-or I kill him."
I laughed a high, devilish laugh. "For that bag of bones? Kill him now, see how much I care!" Now he was visibly shaking.
I quickly scaled the walls and dissapeared in the shadows. I aimed. I fired. I met my mark.
He crumpled to the ground, skull split by my arrow. I grinned and leap down in front of the Prince. I was slightly shorter but he was a tall prince. "So, Jaron, the pay? Assassins must be paid." I said dramatically. "Also, I need to clean up."
50 gold coins slid into my soaked hand. I'll clean them later. When I dissapear. I thoroughly washed myself and outside, rubbed a healthy layer of dirt over my skin, my mask and outfit hidden in the bottom of my quiver. I looked like a perfectly normal market girl, albeit, prettier than most. But one thing I was deathly afraid to do was laugh. My signature assassin laugh, that laugh was my real laugh. And everyone knew that spine-chilling laugh.
A man, obiusly working off his ability to get girls in his bed came up to me. "What's a beauty like you doing out in the streets? You looking for a boy?"
Staring him coldly in the eye I responded: "What's a man like you doing out in the streets? Hiding from the landlord as you try to make money off of desperate girls?"
He paled. "S-so, you interested?" Scared. Oh how scared.
I walked away. but froze as I passed a sign. A wanted poster.
Sure, I'd seen plenty of wanted posters for my alter ego, but never one of my real face. The man was trying to warn me. I pulled my hood over my face, covering my eyes and hair.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I gasped.
"There she is!!!! The Shriek!" I flew into a dark alley and hid. I removed my cloak and put on my mask, my costume underneath. Climbing, I released my trilling laugh. Everybody freezes when they hear it. "Hahaha! Bow down to me!" I order to add to confusion.
I dash to the next roof top but miss by a hair. I crash to the ground and start running. Policemen aren't that slow. A sack is pulled over my head and I hear the cold clicks of steel cuffs just before the void swallows me.
My nightmare is now real.
~~~
Sorry, sorry.
"I am the child of Fear herself!" I trilled in my ghostly voice as I dropped down from the rafters. "I am the sister of Death and the cousin of Shadow!" I grinned at their shock. The Prince was a decent actor. My bow was loaded. "History repeats." I muttered gleefully.
A glint of an iron-grade dagger caught my eye. This should only take minutes. I Withdrew my scythes. One per hand and leap into the crowd which lead to chaos. Two down. Their blood splatted my face.
Gasping, I extracted the knife I had seen before from my shoulder. I pinned the soldier against a wall. Not to scarred. A shame I have to kill you. With my sythe, his head rolled. More sticky, warm, blood spurted in my face.
I was glad for my pure white mask that protected my eyes and hid my face. The chaos died down fast. A man, officer by his uniform, held a dull-looking sword to the Prince's throat. "Don't move-" Shaky voice. It's be a slow death then. "-or I kill him."
I laughed a high, devilish laugh. "For that bag of bones? Kill him now, see how much I care!" Now he was visibly shaking.
I quickly scaled the walls and dissapeared in the shadows. I aimed. I fired. I met my mark.
He crumpled to the ground, skull split by my arrow. I grinned and leap down in front of the Prince. I was slightly shorter but he was a tall prince. "So, Jaron, the pay? Assassins must be paid." I said dramatically. "Also, I need to clean up."
50 gold coins slid into my soaked hand. I'll clean them later. When I dissapear. I thoroughly washed myself and outside, rubbed a healthy layer of dirt over my skin, my mask and outfit hidden in the bottom of my quiver. I looked like a perfectly normal market girl, albeit, prettier than most. But one thing I was deathly afraid to do was laugh. My signature assassin laugh, that laugh was my real laugh. And everyone knew that spine-chilling laugh.
A man, obiusly working off his ability to get girls in his bed came up to me. "What's a beauty like you doing out in the streets? You looking for a boy?"
Staring him coldly in the eye I responded: "What's a man like you doing out in the streets? Hiding from the landlord as you try to make money off of desperate girls?"
He paled. "S-so, you interested?" Scared. Oh how scared.
I walked away. but froze as I passed a sign. A wanted poster.
Sure, I'd seen plenty of wanted posters for my alter ego, but never one of my real face. The man was trying to warn me. I pulled my hood over my face, covering my eyes and hair.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I gasped.
"There she is!!!! The Shriek!" I flew into a dark alley and hid. I removed my cloak and put on my mask, my costume underneath. Climbing, I released my trilling laugh. Everybody freezes when they hear it. "Hahaha! Bow down to me!" I order to add to confusion.
I dash to the next roof top but miss by a hair. I crash to the ground and start running. Policemen aren't that slow. A sack is pulled over my head and I hear the cold clicks of steel cuffs just before the void swallows me.
My nightmare is now real.
~~~
Sorry, sorry.
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