Rosella was waiting for her when she stepped inside the warehouse. “How’d you get in?” She asked.
“Pardon?” Nyx replied, confused.
“In here,” Rosella gestured to the door. “I put a chain and binding spell on that thing.”
“Ah. Right.” Nyx hesitated. “Ninja powers?”
Rosella studied her for a moment then shrugged. “OK, whatever…”
They both stood still for a moment awkwardly, trying to think of how to start a conversation. “So you didn’t kill anyone.” Rosella said finally.
“How can you tell?” Nyx asked, adjusting the sunglasses that had somehow stayed perched on the bridge of her nose. “Well, apart from your eyes, which are covered, your-“
“-body tells a story of its own.” Nyx finished for her.
They stared at each other again. “You work for Dusk.” Nyx hated stating the obvious, but right now, it seemed necessary. Rosella nodded. “Yeah, you too.” It wasn’t a question.
They stared at each other for a while more, before Rosella started grinning. “What?” Nyx asked. “I’ve always wanted a sister!” She murmured excitedly.
“Sister?” Nyx asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re exactly like me! We both work for Dusk, we’re assassins and,” she added quietly. “We both regret doing it.”
She stood still, swaying slightly, as if there was a strong breeze in the warehouse. A tear escaped from her eye, even as she blinked rapidly to hold the others back.
It was the first time she had cried in three years.
Rosella stepped forward and hugged her tightly, as if she might cry too. “You know,” Nyx muttered, shaking in her arms, “you’re rather gentle for an assassin.”
Rosella grinned and stepped back. “That’s me: the Gentle Assassin!” She announced proudly. Her smile lit up the dim room.
But, before they could start singing an emotional song together like in the movies (which was Nyx’s fear) the door burst open, throwing a long shadow in the warehouse. Their eyes followed the shadow to a man dressed completely in black.
He was the same man who had framed Nyx. She leapt at him with a snarl, drawing her katana that was still strapped to her back.
He responded by pulling out his katana at the last moment, and sliced the air with it. The sound of metal clashing against metal ringed through the door-less warehouse, but neither of them winced. Although, it was rather hard to tell, as the man was wearing a mask that covered his face, and Nyx was still wearing the dark sunglasses that were perched impossibly still on the bridge of her nose. Rosella jumped up in time to see the two ninjas battling at –what seemed to be- the speed of light. She jumped up and drew her twin daggers, and crept stealthily behind the huge man. Meanwhile, Nyx was dancing with death. She dodged another swipe of his katana, lunged with hers, which he dodged in turn. It reminded of her of when she had practiced with another ninja like him. So alike...
A flash of metal appeared before her, catching her unaware, and sending her tumbling to the floor. She rolled away from the spinning sword, but not before it sent her katana flying away from her. She crouched, waiting for the killing blow, but he was distracted by another figure behind him. She grinned. Rosella… She looked around, but the only items she could find were an empty pistol, and a packet of “Pascall” marshmallows. A sudden, crazy idea hit her, and her grin widened until it threatened to devour her whole face. She bent down, ripped open the packet of marshmallows, covered them in a hard, black glaze –using her necromancy skills- and loaded the empty pistol with them- all the while muttering: “I can’t believe I’m doing this…”
The first shot she missed, shooting the hardened marshmallow into the wall where it smashed- but made a small dent in the metal. She took a deep breath and focused on the man who was concentrated on fighting Rosella Embers. She fired, and hit his shoulder. He growled and wheeled around to her, while holding Rosella off with one arm. She fired again and hit his stomach, causing him to stumble for a second. That was all she needed. She dived in and threw several punches at him before he regained his balance. He caught the next punch, and kicked her in the knee, which made her stumble as well. A hard clang rang around the warehouse, and Nyx glanced up. The man was lying on the floor, with a beaming Rosella standing triumphantly over him. She was holding a fraction of the door that must have flown off when he had pulled it off its hinges.
“So,” she said brightly. “Are you going to tell me your name now, or am I going to have to deal with you the same way I did with this psychopath?” Nyx couldn’t help but smile along with her.
“So, Nyx,” Rosella said, testing her name for about the thousandth time. “You’re saying this guy framed you for committing a murder that you actually didn’t do?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Nyx replied. After they had bound him to the rest of the door with a binding spell, they had removed his mask to reveal that he was truly unconscious. Feeling reassured that they were safe for now; they had plenty of time to catch up on one another’s lives (not to mention that Rosella couldn’t stop laughing at Nyx’s new invention: the marshmallow gun). Surprisingly, they had a lot in common.
“I don’t think he did it just for someone who might have a grudge against me. I think there’s more behind it that we don’t know.” Nyx had heard rumours about other people being sentenced to jail for murder. Most of them were highly susceptible people who had bad backgrounds. They had all killed at least ten people at a time- every one of them magic.
“I don’t know…anyway, we can’t know anything for certain if we have no hard proof.” They both jumped at the sound of a groan. It was him. Nyx leapt up and made sure all the spells were in place. It had been easier working with someone who had been trained exactly the same way she had. The man opened his eyes and glared at her with all the hatred in the world. “I will destroy you…” He muttered under his breath.
She raised an eyebrow, pretending not to be alarmed by his fierceness- trying not to melt under that glare. “Sure you will. Now tell us who you are.”
When he didn’t say anything, she drew a slither of shadow and pressed it deep into his shoulder, where she had shot him. The marshmallow bullet had bruised his arm, but she was sure it hurt. He gasped in pain, and she stopped. “They call me Hawk.” He spat out.
“Hmmm, interesting name, Hawk.” She stopped to study his face. She could only see fury etched on it. “Tell me why you are doing all of this. Why are you going to such trouble to frame -or murder- us?”
“It’s all part of my master’s plan,” Hawk whispered dangerously. “It will all come together soon.”
“Uh huh…well I guess you aren’t going to say much more. I guess we should just get rid of you.”
He chuckled humourlessly. “And how do you plan to do that? You can’t turn me in; you’re just like me.”
She leaned in closer to him. “And if I’m so like you, then why shouldn’t I just kill you right now?”
“Because you’re afraid. You’re too scared to do it. You fear me.” He hissed.
She smiled maliciously and stepped back. "Rosella," she called out to her coldly without removing her eyes from Hawk's. "Please hand me your gun."
Rosella hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and handed Nyx her pistol. Nyx lifted the gun and aligned it with Hawk's head, her smile never wavering. She checked to make sure it was loaded: there was one bullet left. "Nyx, I don't think this is a good idea..." Rosella started to protest, but Nyx waved it away.
"Don't worry Rose, he isn't going to tell us anything. He's worthless now. He'll only make more trouble for us if we let him go."
"Redemption." Hawk whispered all of a sudden.
She faltered. "What?"
"Redemption. You want it. You need it." He said simply, his eyes holding a million secrets. "You kill so many innocents and say that you do it for the money. The power you feel. But really, all you want is to run away and leave this life."
"You don't know that." She hissed, her eyes turning the deepest black. "You don't know me!"
"I know you more than you more than you know yourself." He replied calmly.
"Enough!" She yelled furiously, stepping back and lifting the gun. "You don't know me and you never will!"
"Nyx, please!" Rosella cried. She was probably ten centimeters away, but to Nyx she might as well have been a mile from her. "He's trying to work you up! He's trying to make you loose control! Be strong; don't let him..."
Her voice cut through the fury that had clouded Nyx's mind. She sounded like someone else who had guided her through the chaos that was her life. Someone else who had healed her heart, only to have it broken again... She dropped the gun -her eyes turning a cloudy white that could only mean that she was in her world of memories and no longer with them- not even aware of Rosella catching her when she stumbled and fell.
Octa, I hope you don't mind the reference to your poem "The Gentle Assassin"!
Link to it: http://octaboonaambrosius.blogspot.com/2011/04/gentle-assassin.html