This is my first Fan Fiction so...here it goes, hope you all like it! The Assassin War ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Why are you doing this to me?!?", The woman cried. "It is my job", the man whispered, holding a dagger to my neck. Her blood slowly trickled down the iron blade as he slowly put more and more pressure on it. "What did I do? Why is this happening? Why me?!? Who sent you!?", The woman sobbed, fearing for her life. The man kept putting more pressure on her neck, the woman finally coming to acceptance that she would die, a slow, painful death. "You do not need to know, for you will not exist much longer.", he said calmly and quietly. "Any last words?", he asked. She managed to croak "Goodbye..." Then with a final surge of pressure, the blade dug into her neck, tearing away any doubts of her death. He slowly got up, and slowly picked up her head. The man placed it on the stove in her cabin, making a statement to her husband. "Foolish woman", he chuckled as he picked up his dagger and placing it in his sheath. Slowly the man walked out of the cabin, smelling the smell of burning logs and hearing the noise of the town. --The Festival-- he thought, --what a perfect time to murder someone! -- he grinned and walked away following the shadows, approaching a chocolate colored stallion. The assassin mounted the horse and they started out through the woods, the stallions hooves breaking a twig here and there. The man smiled, believing he was the best there ever was. When he reached his cabin he tied up his stallion and managed his way inside. The man picked up a bottle of whisky as he walked through his cabin, he took a sip tasting the bitterness, but continued to drink it. The whisky seemed to flow through his body like the warmth of a fire. "Ahh..", The man sighed, "Nothing like a good kill to get ya in a good mood!" Then the assassin looked outside, seeing a man off in the distance. --It's nothing-- he thought. He continued drinking his whisky, becoming more drunk. Then a few minutes later, which felt like a matter of seconds, another man was in the doorway, the door beneath his feet. "So we meet again, Jonathan." The man in the doorway said, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "So we do, Michael" Jonathan drew his sword getting to his feet unsteadily. "This will be for my wife", whispered Michael, low, but deadly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope you guys like it! Let me know your opinions! Thank you!!
Wow really good... Interesting continue on I want to see where it will go. Oh and give people time lol
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You fool Michael! You will be caught!", cried Jonathan. "Oh, but you won't?", said Michael. "Well...er...no...", said Jonathan quietly. "Well you were right! You shall die here, tonight.", exclaimed Michael. "No, you shall be the one di-", said Jonathan as he leaped at Michael's chest, holding his sword in front of him. Michael brought his sword up with a parry then slashed Jonathan's ribs. "GAAAHHH!!!", cried Jonathan. He instantly moved his hand to his wound. "You bastard!", he yelled. Then with one last chance for life, he sliced at Michael's neck, barely missing, Michael saw his chance. He brought his sword down onto Jonathan's spine, resulting in him drop like a rag doll. "FOR MY WIFE!!!", screamed Michael. Then a little kid ran out of the back room, he was a mere 3 years old. He was crying. Michael jumped back. "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DADDY" screamed the child. "He is sleeping with bad people like him", said Michael calmly. "YOU DEMON!!" The child sobbed. "I am your father now.", said Michael. He took the boy onto his shoulder and walked out. The Festival ending and the king coming upon him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~