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Blood Stained Ice
By: Damnedprincess Date: December 10, 2015, 4:09 pm
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The night was cold and snow slightly shrouded the town in white.
Although even with all the white falling round it was
practically impossible to see anything, almost as if the snow
was creating a thick fog. This made it easy for those who are
less than noble to sneak around in the shadows, some running
drugs, some running to get the drugs and one waiting to leave
his mark on this town.
The one who lays in wait, shrouded in a thick black hooded
cloak and hiding in between two houses lit up a cigarette. He
took a deep huff and puffed out the thick grey smoke. This man
had eyes colder than ice itself. The cold seemed to not effect
the man what so ever, he leaned against the wooden house taking
drags from his cigarette.
“Hmph.” The man shook his head. The person he had been waiting
for was anything but punctual. Finally right when he went to
outten his cigarette and call it a night the target arrived;
drunkenly swaying left and right still dressed in his captain of
the guard uniform. The shrouded man couldn't help but smirk,
“Had a drink did we? More like a few bottles. This should be
easy.”
As the man entered his home the shrouded man slipped into the
back entrance that lead into the home through the cellar. The
lock had been picked earlier that night so it would be quick to
hurry in and slip back out. As the Captain’s family should be
fast asleep.
Into the cellar he snuck, past all the barrels and boxes and up
to the steps that lead to the kitchen. Although just as he
reached the steps a loud shatter from a bottle hitting the door
caused him to freeze dead in his tracks. He quickly pushed under
the staircase to hid himself in the shadows. Under his breath he
mumbled, “son of a bitch he's going to wake the whole house,
things just become much harder.”
Just then he heard a scream come from a little girl, then the
Captain’s voice roar in.
“Shut up you blasted good for nothing brat. I told you to have
these dishes done before I came home!”
“But I-I did father.”
“Now you are lying!”
There was a loud thud, then another followed by loud yelling.
“What the hell is that in the sink then, doesn't all look done
to me.” The little girl was crying now, “I couldn't fit the pot
in the drying rack, mama said-” There was a loud crash and what
sounded like the pot hitting the floor. He must have thrown her
then the pot. Loud footsteps from someone running down steps was
heard next, the shrouded man left out a sigh and thought to
himself, “what a night for me to pick to do this.”
He heard a women start yelling about how she told the girl it
was okay and he was drunk. The woman was frantic yelling about
blood and the man rose his voice calling her a whore and a
gunshot was heard echoing through the basement. “Bloody hell!?”
The shrouded man quickly darted up the stairs not to worried
about blowing his cover if a gun was fired. The town was small
and quiet, someone outside was bound to fetch the guards and the
man wasn't about to fail a contract.
The shrouded man burst into the kitchen; but what he found was
what he certainly did not expect. The body that lay cold with
blood oozing from his skull was that of the Captain. The man
walked out slowly breathing slower than that. He looked over at
the woman crouched on the floor her hands on her mouth and eyes
shot open wide with fear. She didn't have the gun, so he turned
his head to the young girl. She stood with blood running down
her face and eyes cold to what occurred. The man rose his
eyebrows in surprise, she was only five maybe and shot her
father point blank between his eyes. With no remorse or regret.
She lowered the gun to her side and looked up at strange man.
Her lips parted like she wanted to say something to him but
didn't. Her mother spoke in cracked words, “Who are you? Wh-what
are you doing here?” The man looked at her and spoke calmly in a
stern voice. “Simon Luicant, and I came to kill your husband but
it looks like the child took care of that already.” His words
seemed to echo through the house and the woman burst into tears.
“They are going to kill her now, the Jarl. She's a monster. She
always had been.”
Luicant looked confused, he looked to the little girl on his
left still holding the gun and rubbing her arm. “Kill her. For
killing your target that's how it works right?” Luicant looked
over at the mother surprised. “You want me to murder your
child?”
“She is a monster. The town knows it. If you don't they will. I
should have smothered her when she was an infant.”
The room felt eerie and cold. Simon still felt as if his ears
betrayed him. How could a mother want her own child to die? She
seemed willing to protect her earlier. Was she just saying this
so the Jarl wouldn't be the one to hang her in front of the
entire town, was she saving herself from embarrassment? “I don't
have a contract to kill the girl so I won't. The Jarl won't kill
her, after all murders can be covered up easily.” Luicant
fiddled in the sleeve of his robe pulling out a strange piece of
parchment with a black ribbon tied around it. “Now we killed
him. Go to bed act like you don't know. But we will.” He said
placing his index finger on the young girl's forehead. “We will
remember too.”
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Re: Blood Stained Ice
By: Damnedprincess Date: December 26, 2015, 7:34 pm
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As time went by the cloaked man, Luicant found himself heading
back down to the town he hadn't seen since that snowy night nine
years ago. His horse rode through the snow flakes and cold winds
making great haste while blending into the night. Luicant hadn't
been called down to this town due to the incident; he could have
been easily recognized but these were desperate times. A member
of his cult had been murdered while on trying to take out a
target. Therefore he had been ordered to finish the contract.
"Yield." He whispered ad his horse began to slow to a stop at
the city's gate. Upon dismounting the horse seemed to seep away
into the shadows as if he wasn't ever there. Luicant lit a
cigarette and stood before the massive gates pondering the
danger inside. "Perhaps," he thought to himself unphased,
"someone will finally end my existence."
He took a step and entered the gates, he knew who he was looking
for but they never gave a name. He just knew it was a girl of
only fourteen with long hair the color of moon. Why the girl was
just killing his cults targets and hunting the assassins who
came to claim them was beyond him. She had to be working with
someone from the Legion. Perhaps even the emperor to see his
precious cult ended!
She wouldn't be killing anymore of his cult, he already had to
seek out four new replacements and all of which have much to
learn about walking with Sithis. He shook his head and flicked
his cigarette butt over his shoulder. Luicant walked with a
vengeance but although he was completely pissed he had to admit,
he was quite impressed.
Now he stood in the center of the city, the snow was light and
the air was cold but he stood out in the open anyway. His eyes
shut but his ears listening hard for the signal. This girl would
break her silence; after all the contract in his coat was for a
widow not for her. Although she would steal his contract and
fall right into his grasp. The widow was familiar to him too so
he didn't bother to hide from her. He looked to his right as
foot steps crunched the snow under their feet. His target was
coming home swaying and smelling of booze. "Oh the irony." He
mumbled under his breath since her husband use to drink and then
proceed to come home and beat the piss out of her and her kid.
How the table turned.
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Re: Blood Stained Ice
By: Damnedprincess Date: January 5, 2016, 5:18 pm
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Luicant waited for the woman to stumble closer to him before
walking toward her. He must have gotten here to early since the
phony assassin has yet to show her face. The women looked up and
began to laugh her words slurring heavily on top of it. "Well
hello there! Mister..uh..what was it again?" Luicant lifted his
head slightly showing her his face. "Luicant. We shall keep this
short and sweet, since you know all to well why I am here.
Kathrine."
"Ah yes, for the kid right? Such an angel she was." Kathrine
laughed her words sarcastically sickening to Luicant's ears.
"But YOU let her live that night, it's fine though I punished
her for killing her father." Luicant found himself more
interested now, the hand once holding a blade close to his side
now relaxed. "What do you mean. She protected you? You hate her
for the fear your husband bestowed upon her?"
"I loved him! I have to work now! She took everything from me!
Even him.."
Luicant tilted his head to the side slightly thinking he saw a
black shadow, one that wasn't still. His blade tightened against
his side once more. He was prepared.
"So I chained her up in my basement. I beat good into her. I let
her starve and I-I left town, blamed it on the babysitter when
she gone missing. They must have ate her.."
"They?"
"The vampire. She was the babysitter!"
"How disgusting no wonder why you drink your life away like your
husband did. You can not live with your guilt."
"What is that why your here? To patronize me!? You!? Your the
one who came here to kill her but I beat you too it."
"I came here for you. Kathrine."
"Me!? What for?"
"Someone preformed the sacrament they paid for you to die."
Luicant dropped his cigerette and stepped on it rubbing it out
against the ground. Kathrine was slightly pale as she went to
speak an arrow peirced right through her skull. Luicant's eye
brows raised slightly, " I was waiting for you to make your
move. Good shot for being so long. Not very clean though I can
really see your anger.."
There was no response but Luicant knew she was listening. In
fact he knew what he was up against. "The vampire didn't kill
you did they? You got out and murdered them. Fled the house with
what you could carry and lived by stealing. You made your way to
a new town and begged to help make dinner money. You waited
until your anger grew and you find it our fault? Or is there
more to your story young flower? I am willing to listen.."
The shadow dropped from the top of the building, a ragged cloak
covered her but the young girl stepped out from the shadows. She
was dirty, thin, and the bags under her eyes indicated she
barely slept. Her bottom lip looked like it had been poorly
stitched up.
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Re: Blood Stained Ice
By: Damnedprincess Date: February 12, 2016, 9:10 pm
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The young girl turned her head slightly to the side looking
around into the shadows. Simon only watched quietly; if she
wanted to speak she would after all. He reached in his pocket
were he pulled out a piece of parchment with a black ribbon then
threw it upon the dead body. "If you have nothing to say then
I'll be on !y way-" he was interrupted by her hoarsed voice,
"kill me."
There was silence, not even the wind tried cutting threw it. He
stood frozen in place not knowing what exactly to do here. "My
what a request." The girl dropped hard to her knees with a thud,
her knees splashed in the blood puddle from her mother. Her eyes
drifted up slowly and almost hazed. She said nothing just
waited, like she had been for a while.
Simon only shook his head though, taking small steps near her in
caution. "Why would I kill you? There is been blood paid." He
stood tall above her and waited for a response, maybe a rise,
but was left disappointed. "I'm already empty.." She said
slightly more clear then when she spoke before. "It's not the
time." Simon reached out and placed his finger on her forehead
like he had done once before causing her too look at him
confused. "We have plans for you." His eyes wondered over to the
statue of the old woman. "After all, we know and one day you
will too. My Flower of Death. Anemone."
Simon smiled and turned to walk away only stopping once more to
look back at her empty face and say, "welcome home."
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It was after all that when the young girl followed Simon back to
the sanctuary for the wicked, the outcasted and the lost. She
blended in well kept her head down followed orders and became
Simon's understudy. He raised her, built her to be cold as ice
and strong as steel. He knew why but she never quite found out.
He showed her the way of the world, it's cruelty and corruption.
But he forgot to show her what goo was left, the love and care
or maybe he forgot on purpose. Simon wanted her to be strong
even if it meant she would be empty. She never cared for her
coin, keeping only enough to get by giving the eat back to the
sanctuary or town. It was her who rebuilt one of the homes near
sanctuary. He was proud like a parent but cared as off she was
more...
Never to be spoken though.
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