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[Graded]The Sword In The Darkness
Topic Started: Dec 1 2012, 04:01 PM (434 Views)
Gale
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Three story building, metal fences, metal gates. Two men guarding the front gates. One on lookout on the rooftop. Three men patrolling the premises. Men are armed with crossbows and a short sword. Probably two, at least three more men inside. Silently assessing the situation at hand, Gale stayed put, concealed behind a bush, a knife drawn and ready in his right hand. These men were professionals, experienced at the business of being bodyguards to high-risk clients. But even the most experienced and professional people got careless now and then. The guards were taking a smoke, talking silently and joking with their peers. They weren't completely focused on keeping their eyes open and alert. And with that, Gale's job got much easier.

Remaining in a slightly crouched position, Gale tread slowly and deliberately, closing the distance to the building. The target was a merchant, a merchant specializing in trafficking arms in the black market. And not just the usual sword and axe. No, this man specialized in arms only the official military had. Prototype Lacrima cores, military-level explosives, and top of the line guns. Ammunition too, along with high-quality melee weapons. In fact, this man was so successful in the business, he had been given the nickname of 'The Lord of Bones', from the fact that he dealt in death. Though the nickname was a recent one, and not too widely used.

Reaching the fence, Gale transferred the knife to his teeth, clamping down on the leather woven handle with his teeth. Ignoring the bitter taste of the age old animal skin, Gale grasped the metal bars with his hands, tensed his muscles, and started climbing the metal fence. His gloved hands eliminate the majority of the noise produced, muffling the rest, while his rubber soled combat boots also did an excellent job of keeping his movement quiet. One hand span over another, Gale quickly scaled the metal wall. Perching on the narrow metal bar on the top, the assassin sheathed his knife and slowly drew his sword, Zan'ei. The black obsidian blade, opaque and entrancingly beautiful under a strong light. It had carried him through most of his fights, and he had a trick up his sleeve with this bad boy.

Positioning the blade so that the razor sharp tip pointed downwards towards the grassy ground beneath the fence, Gale dropped down with a muffled sound 'thump'. Or would have. The moment the blade entered the ground, Gale drew upon his magical power, activating the magic stored inside the embedded lacrima. Silently, Gale melded into his shadow, now nearly invisible to the guards. Silently moving along the ground, appearing as a shadowy 'blob' moving, the assassin waited against the wall of the building, waiting. The three guards patrolling the grounds, each of them standing two to three meters apart, drew closer. Waiting for the last guard to pass him, Gale then rose up from the shadow. Zan'ei, appearing as a pitch black flash in the dark night. The blade burst through the mans heart, a muffled cry, barely audible, escaping from his lips as Gale quickly covered the mouth. A moment passed, and a sigh, the last remaining bit of air left the dead man's body.

Letting go of Zan'ei and letting gravity take it's course, the fresh corpse slumped to the ground, limp as a ragdoll, while Gale drew two knives. The guards in front of him had already noticed the slight commotion, and had started to turn around, crossbows at the ready. Too bad they were too drunk to react as fast as they fully could've. Both knives found their mark before the guards pulled the trigger, entering the throat, the tip of the blade protruding from the other side of the neck. The men died silently and quickly, with Gale catching them as they fell, dragging them into the shadows cast by the brick residence. Retrieving Zan'ei from the first corpse and wiping some of the blood off of the blade, Gale sheathed his trusty companion, and started to climb.

The exterior design of the building featured many railings, and all the windows had crossed metal bars rejecting the notion of any entry through the double paned, tempered glass. But with such a layout, climbing a building like this was akin to child's play, albeit with a much higher risk factor. Three stories high, and on the top was a flat roof, with a way to the building below. There was a lookout stationed on the roof, but then there was only one guy to deal with on top. Hardly a problem if Gale maintained the element of surprise on him.

Grasping the protruding ledge of the roof, the assassin finally reached the end of his climb. Boosting himself up onto the roof, he clambered silently onto the flat rooftop. There were no fences surrounding the rooftop, due to laziness and an outright reluctance to spend some valuable Jewels on the security measure, though Gale was glad for the Lord of Bones leniency. Looking around, a knife drawn already, Gale spotted the lookout. Except that the man wasn't looking out at all. He was soundly out of it, numerous bottles littered around him. A soft snore, rhythmic and high pitched, was heard now and then, along with some nonsensical muttering. Looking at the sleeping, drunk man, Gale cut the man's throat, holding a hand to the man's mouth to prevent any cries of pain from being heard.

He had no second thoughts in killing the man, a trait of being a member of the famed Hagimura family. Emotionless, with machine precision and deliberation. Some of the best traits an assassin could have, and Gale had them, drilled into his very soul since he could remember. This was his life, his purpose, his future. A killer, not a saint. A lone wolf, not a team player. A sword in the darkness, a blade from your very worst dreams.

And this sword in the darkness had a new task in front of him. Getting into the actual building. The good news was that there were currently no eyes trained on him, so he was free to take a short breather and plan his next course of action. The bad news was that the way down to the house consisted of a narrow, sooty chimney.
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Peering into the chimney, all Gale could see was a darkness, pitch black and quite smelly. The only other way into the building was really to barge in from the front gates. And taking on the remaining few members in combat, without the advantage of surprise, would probably prove to be a stupid act. Quite stupid, actually. An assassin with no element of surprise , no hidden place to strike and kill from is a bad one. And Gale wasn't nice enough yet to dress in some unique and highly noticeable costume, with his weapons visible everywhere, and simply walk up to the guards and confront them.

Down the chimney. Target on third floor. High risk of falling. No other way. Once again peering into the chimney, Gale took a moment to check that his weapons were all secured, checking on Zan'ei with extra care. It would be a very shitty moment in life if he were to drop his weapons and cause a ruckus somehow right now. And it would be even shittier if he were to loose his one constant companion. Grasping the brick edges of the chimney, worn down and flaky after the years, Gale slowly lowered himself into the chimney, his feet pressed against the opposite wall to keep himself from falling down immediately.

The chimney was narrow and tight, with Gale only barely able to fit himself in. His feet, braced against the opposite side, quickly took up most of the space available, and Gale quickly shifted to using his knees instead. The walls of the chimney were coated with a thick, suffocating and smelly layer of soot, which almost immediately attack Gale's lungs. Barely suppressing a cough as he started choking, gagging on the flaky, bitter ash, the assassin slowly started sliding himself down the passageway.

His knees were red and raw by the time Gale was halfway to his target location. His hands, stretched out as much as he could and pressing on the walls on both sides of him, were starting to feel numb. He could only go slowly, half a meter at a time, as he slid down bit by bit. The sooty coating on the interior of the chimney only made it worse, for it provided much less friction and grip than a wall of bricks would. As he pressed his right hand against the wall once again, sliding a little, the soot flaked off almost immediately, the cause evidently being a half-finished cleaning job. The sudden loss of a place to grip on caused Gale to drop, his knees already being in the process of shifting downwards.

The assassin started sliding, his clothes getting torn from the fierce, intimate relationship it had with the interior of the chimney. Bracing his knees against the wall and once again pressing his palms to the walls on the side, skin was torn immediately from his knees, flayed off. But it was enough. Gale finally slid to a stop, and lo behold, the fireplace! The fireplace was a large, ornate one, normally a fire would've been raging here, consuming all the fuel it was offered. But it was already late in the night, and the fire had burned itself to extinction, the small wood logs now no more than piles of ash. Ash that stuck to his clothes and entered his open wound on his knees as Gale crouched, ducking under the divider and peering out into the room, a knife in his hand.

The only sound was a loud, spluttering snoring, coming from somewhere to the right. There was a dark shape, large and pot-bellied, lying on the bed, the round belly rising and falling with each breath. Other than that, there were no people in the room, the faint moonlight of the night being enough to make that clear. Slowly, silently, Gale stepped towards the shape on the bed, the soot and ash stuck on his clothes slowly getting shaken off with each step. The target snorted, an action that caused Gale to pause suddenly, alert. But it wasn't anything akin to recognition or an awakening. The target, the Lord of Bones, turned in his sleep, shifting from sleeping on his side to sleeping on his back.

The moonlight shone through, showing Gale the man's face. It was the face akin to that of a walrus, or as alike to a walrus a human could get. A giant, mustache, handlebars and the full works, stood quivering with each inhale and exhale. Sheathing his knife, Gale reached towards Zan'ei, slowly drawing the blade out of the sheath. It exited the scabbard with a dry rasp, and the moonlight reflected off of the black opaque obsidian that made up the blade. He held the blade with both hands, the blade high in the air, ready to make a single, sweeping slash, taking off the man's head.

"Ahhhh..... Eliza, stop. Papa will make sure for Santa to come to us.....

The sentence, mumbled and random, ending with a large snort, stopped Gale. It had been told that the Lord of Bones had a wife and a child. But it was more the statement about Santa that shocked the assassin. Christmas... So it's already that time of the year. It explained why the lookout was so stoned and why the other guards were so uncharacteristically careless in their job. Christmas. It was almost time for their annual Christmas holiday, no doubt they had already planned to meet their family and friends, to drink away and have fun. And now, four of them had died, still thinking about the promising future. And now, was it finally the Lord Of Bone's turn to become the victim? His wife would no doubt be distraught, his child bawling for days to come.

It made no difference.

The blade swung down on the man's neck, parting skin, slicing flesh, cutting tendons and cleaving through bone. The man died almost instantly, his eyes not even having the chance to fly open, his mouth not getting to utter a word, a single cry. His blood spurted out of the stump, his head rolling off of the goose down pillows and landing on the thick, soft woolen rug with a 'thud'.

Getting rid of the blood from the blade with a single swing, Gale sheathed the weapon again, and proceeded to take the proof of his deed. He wrapped the head up in sheets, tying a knot around the grotesque ball, creating a makeshift pack. Venturing out of the room, he sniffed and smelt the heavy scent of alcohol. Slowly, cautiously going down the stairs without generating so much as a creak, he glanced at the common room inside. The guards that were supposed to be patrolling the inside, three men in total, were now sleeping, heads pressed against a magnificent Oak table, drool pooling around their faces.

Opening the large mahogany double doors, Gale saw that the gate guards were now gone. Presumably slacking off for a night of booze and whores. It only made the job easier for Gale. Walking out of the house unobstructed, unchallenged, and most of all, unnoticed, he was but 5 steps away from the gate when something fell on his head. Something cold and wet. Looking upwards to the starry night sky, he witnessed numerous white spots falling from the skies. Some of them fell on his face, staying there for a moment before they melted into water.

Snow...
Edited by Gale, Dec 2 2012, 04:41 AM.
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Who you calling chocobo head...

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I totally agree, this a 2 post solo thread that is a blind grab at the December Event achievements. Be happy this counts at all towards the achievements and lets leave it at that.



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