Mid[k]night Asssassin

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Assassin Story.... (thinking of new title)

part one:

The wind howls and yawns, waiting to clasp around a stranger's face. The long hour approaches, and the late night, sounds are loud but weary, holding every wander's sense to the point. Some are scared, others cockey, then the few are gentle but firm, like an old oak. That's when they arrived. A mother and a child, no older than six, trying to hurry but the boy, something was wrong. 

The mother pushed and pushed, but the boy rooted his feet to the ground, and said this is where he needed to be. His mother now desperate, tried, persuading the boy, but it seemed to have a reflection effect, she became the persuaded and the boy became the persuader. Smiling, knowing his job completed, the little mischievous little boy clasped his mother's leg, and put on a brave face. Fighting every urge in my body, I remain mute and motionless, staying in the shadow, it is almost midnight, or the shining hour. The streets are very dangerous, and criminals seem to get more cunning as the night lingers on; mothers worry about the sons and daughters that have been called to action, and are watching, lurking in the shadows; fathers put their daughters to bed last, so to calm their beating hearts, knowing that both their little sons and daughters are safe, snuggled underneath the warm layers of covers and blankets. 

"Monny Monny. its almost time. monny monny? breath nommy.", the little hugs tighter and looks up to his mother, smiling a innocent grin. The mother simply stands, statuesly still, probably numb with worry and cold winds. 

Dong, Dong, Dong. The clock on the church tower, moanly and ringingly, sing out in alto pitch, the hour of midnight has come at last. The moon over head, shining ever so brightly, almost blanketing all the shadows; my greatest helper as well as my greatest enemy. By blanketing out the shadows, it shows all the crooks, robbers, thieves and other criminals lurking, hunting places, but also my hiding place. As an assiassian, you learn to hunt your prey, you must learn to act like your prey. Slither about the shadows, silently like watching snakes, be ready at a moments notice to strike deadly. 

Shrinking back against the wall, I watch as the little boy, releases his mother, and darts to where i am trying to hide. I shrink to where i am barely breathing, for fear of the simplest sound could give my life quite a scare. 

"I wont hurt you. But i need you to watch my mom. i have to leave her kind soul, my life has a calling. please while i am gone, keep her from here." , the little boy looking at me with stunning eyes, jewel dazzling green. i here myself suck in air, loudly. "Goodbye now. May the light follow you, use it well, and be safe. remember your promise.", smiling, the little boy bouncingly departs. wait did i speak? i dont remember saying a single word; so what promise?

part two: 

I numbly walk through the shadows, weary of every sound and whisper. Cries of desperate and despair fill my ears. My outfit, stretched over my body; daggers, swords, and two guns are hidden well throughout the outfit. Swords are in my knee-high boots, daggers are hidden in the purple laced fan thats in my hand, closed not showing a single shiny weapon. Then the guns are disguised as my hips, swishing side to side, just like my natural hourglass does. 

"Miss?", a strange sneaky whisper beckons behind me; I walk on remembering my mission. 

"Miss!", the strange whisperer is now threatening deep; I walk on, but very briskly now, careful not to rub the swords together, or make the guns noticeable. 

"MISS!", the stranger now grabs my mask bicep. His mistake. 

"You have 20 seconds to release my arm, or face trouble," I innocently, sweetly say. 

"Haha! You? You are so small, you can't do a single thing to me. Now get ready for hell.", said the scary voice. 

"Time for fun.", I say childishly. 

"Yes it is.", releasing my arm, reaching for the other. Another mistake. 

In the millisecond he reached for my other arm, I thrust my left foot back, knocking the stranger's balance off, whipping around, pulling the stranger's arm, making him fall to the moldy ground, Still holding the guy's arm, I twist it around to where, he was in pain, but surprisingly, not crying out, instead just grinding his teeth and grunting. 

"Now are you going to be good or, -dropping down, kneeling with one knee on his back and the other on the ground- am I going to have to play naughty?", I finish saucily, pushing my knee into his back, hitting a tender spot.