Origin of the Assassin(Sequel to Trouble With Misfits)[Discontinued]

His True Intent

"Well, well, well, there she is, our new sister of the night." Force smirked while leaning back in his chair, Lia walked into the training room with a roll of her eyes.

"You are Force, I presume?" she asked, earning a mocking gasp from said male.

"She remembers my name, I'm touched, really I am." He looked at the second male in the room, who was busy training with his own weapon, "Don't you think it's touching, Short?"

"Why should I give a damn what the twerp remembers!?" said male shouted, snarling as he tossed a dagger straight into the bulls-eye of a target. Force chuckled, nodding in agreement with his companion.

"I don't appreciate being teased... Or insulted..." Lia muttered, shrinking as she crosses her arms over her chest.

"Listen kid, we don't give a damn. You are here because our leader allows it, he sees something in you, what that is exactly, we don't know. Want to know what I see?" The tall oily black haired male asked, walking straight up to Lia.

"No!" She bit back, trying to look more unafraid than she actually felt. Force snorted, grabbing her chin and forcing it upwards.

"I see a whiny, ungrateful little brat, who has taken her rescue for granted. You are indebted to us, little girl, especially Elder. If he wanted to take you all day until nightfall, you better damn well spread your legs, you hear me?"

"Stop!" Lia screamed, hitting unsuccessfully at Force to earn her freedom from his hold.

"Ha! Are you not just the most pathetic woman alive? No wonder your kind are slaves! Elder is going to enjoy you." Force sneered into a smirk, which quickly faded as he was sent flying across the room.

Lia looked over to see Night standing in the doorway, poised in a follow through position after throwing one of his daggers. Niari stood behind him with a pure pissed expression, her eyes dark with no amusement anywhere to be seen. With pride in her stance, Niari walked over to the male who rested against the wall.

"It looks like your first training session is today." Niari scoffed at Force, quickly turning a smile on Lia.

"Oh? By whose orders?" Lia responded.

"Elder's, now stop asking questions and shut it!" Night spat, growling in annoyance when Lia stuck her tongue out, her hip jutting out as well, "Ugh, I should have just killed you!"

"No because Elder likes me, remember? He would be very upset with his 'dear second' if you were to kill me." Lia responded in a mocking manor, crossing her arms over her chest with a smirk. Night lunged at her, only to have Niari smack him back into place.

"Enough! You really want to wake my father? If Elder wakes up you can guarantee your own funeral!" Niari hissed, glaring at her fiance.

"Sorry, damn woman!" Night rubbed the back of his head, submitting with his head down at the hisses and growls sent at him by his lover.

"Anyway, Lia, get ready." Said female watched as the black haired girl drew her sword and poised it at her.

"W-What? D-Draw my... I don't have a...." Lia stuttered, feeling fear begin to wrack her body. She didn't know how to fight, she wasn't ready for any fight. Hadn't she seen enough?!

"Just draw your weapon, you'll be fine." Niari's tone softened up some, her stance less threatening, "I know how it feels to be afraid, Lia, I was the same way when I first started training."

"Is not your father the leader?" Ruby eyes peered curiously, her head tilting slightly.

"Just because he is the leader, and my father, does not make it any less terrifying. Elder can be the most terrifying man you have ever met sometimes." Sadness edged Niari's voice, her eyes downcast.