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Prologue: The Origins of an Assassin; X Marks the Spot the Hunter
Topic Started: Apr 17 2006, 09:58 AM (211 Views)
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Here is how she became an assassin. This will connect all the chapters and show her motivation. This will even reveal the title more than ever.

Description: Little things have meaning, each and every one of them especially when someone dies. So now things are changing rapidly as the world changes. Life in peril has opened many door ways. And such is the life of an assassin.

The Secret Success of the Underground Thief Nation

There was a lot of mist in the Thieve Nation’s Cave. Crystal clear water sparked underground in rivulets. The land underground was filled with an intricate labyrinth of caves, vast tunnels and gigantic valleys. It was such a maze and vast one that it wouldn’t be too crazy to think this was some messed up master work of nature. And the roof here arched to beyond human sight. No escape was not possible not even if an army was sent to destroy it in clear daylight. Why? Because no one knew where it was blasted! Only the people who lived here regretfully knew where it was, and they were trapped here and had never seen the sunlight trapped in this cave except for a select few.

There were boulders, rocks, and at every nook, and impregnable walls. Torches had been lit and were hanging on walls. And even a few lamps that could be found that shined like gold. And even skeletons of people that had ventured far enough and never returned probably having grimly starved layed on the ground.

You could hear a boar moving hidden in the darkness. The darkness hid so many things so well that not even single a ray of sunlight had not penetrated in years under the world as if the darkness was awake, thinking, and binding. Here though it was a pretty cool dank cave. Water drops fell, breaking their fall and the silence. And the folks that lived here had made their own town underground out of wood but they would probably be here forever. Because no one but a few knew the way out. Those select few were somewhere. Somewhere with their minds on something and they were not going to tell anyone because they had no intention to because they had to gain.

The Thief Nation’s guild was not too far off like a far off dot at the far end of town. The lights everywhere shined like golden coins. Surely this was the Thief’s Guild. Surely it was that reddish building there on top of a small hillock in the town at the far end of town. And yet no one had been here all these years except for thieves. Thieves upon thieves sitting here drinking to their heart’s content. Everyone hated being here. It was like living in oblivion. Amidst the water, the tress, everything, why didn’t the thieves leave yet? What tied them here? Weren’t there riches to be stolen somewhere?

Sure enough there were golden lamps in the room which shined as if precious objects, and on the floor there were piles of golden coins.

With a scar on his cheek and dirty blond hair he sat on a table, in a corner. Thieves everywhere in the room with their sly faces were talking as if something big was happening. Strangler just could not hold it much longer. He had to let it out.

“The old fool Coin. He had just had to waste life like that.” Strangler spited saliva on the floor entranced at what he was saying. Coin was pretty good at collecting coins in fact, and Strangler was known for his spite. He slammed his fist on table letting some coins fall. Not surprisingly there was a pile of several coins on the floor. Most likely the work of elite thieves.

“Too bad you just had to kill him too,” said his comrade Red Leaf. He was the smartest thief among the group. “He couldn’t tell us where the map was hidden that leads out of the cave,” said Red Leaf adjusting his speckles. We couldn’t let him give the map to anyone,” he said cautiously. “Then the people of this town would finally get to leave having found the way out and all the money we get by getting items from the outside would be lost. We can’t let them leave this town, we thieves of the Thieve Nation get money the best way.”

Anger in his face, it seemed no amount of praise was going to clam him down, even the fact that these thieves gained money in a special way unique among all thieves. So he opened his mouth aggravated. “But the rotten map is missing!” hissed Strangler cursing and slamming his fist on the table, and sure enough another coin fell on the floor adding to the coin pile. The table shacked and trembled, and some of the people felt uneasy, who knew if he would kill someone. And every time Strangler felt that way he was up to something. “I am going to go to his old friend for all times sake,” he declared.

The whole room was shocked except for Red Leaf at such at such an idea. Everyone seemed to dislike her.

“Poor Strangle she may have the looks,” said Red Leaf. “But I see that this betrayal has really taken you over. Poor Coin kept you away from her all these years. Calling her some vile witch or something, and I know you don’t like witches.”

Strangler was a superstitious person. But he couldn’t let such a thing get to him. The mere mention of a witch gave him shivers. It almost as if Coin was guarding her. “That Rose girl will be mine he grumbled, witch or no witch. Coin will not guard her no more from the fate that awaits her. I will make her a thief.”

“A thief! A woman a thief!”shouted a red-haired man guffawing. There were murmurs around the room. A woman a thief? Who would have thought? There were woman thieves but of course but very few. You could see their faces in puzzlement. They were even sweating. Had Strangler gone mad?

Then sure enough there came a raucous voice shouting from the room. “Hey!” A black-haired woman came out of from the group of thieves shouting. One of the male thieves as if unbelieving of what Strangler had said kept staring at a black-haired woman. “What are you looking at?” she said. “Oh that is right I am a woman thief and you forgot how good women thieves can be.” She took a knife and with razor sharp speed picked the exact point on his neck, killing him instantly.

“There am I good?” she said laughing.

“Elvira is the best thief!” you could hear shouts from all over the room. “Woman thief,” some whispered.

“It is Elvira, don’t mess with her! She is after all one of the best thieves of the Thief Nation! One of the elite woman thieves!” said Red Leaf whose reddish hair moved when he adjusted his speckles.

“Aye!” you could hear from thieves across the room probably sweating. A blond-haired woman with yellow skin looked across into the thief’s guild from the window. She was crying as if mental pain had taken over her. And she wondered how they could have so much plundering and killing, and not letting people leave this cave. Trapped here for what seemed for all eternity. Not being able to see the sunlight. They were stealing money by selling things. Murdering everyone these thieves didn’t care for. All they wanted was money. Couldn’t they just steal the normal way? But maybe people that murdered lived in the moment, and felt power. Yes maybe that explained it, she thought distastefully.

They were not only thieves they were murderers. Murderers that had killed her people and trapped them here for who knows when. Those that had killed Coin, the one thief she really cared abut. She was Rose.

Only way out

Coin was dead, a good friend of hers. She was crying. The town squares a few steps. They were going to take her away. So the only thing left to do was to stand up, and fight back even if it meant dieing. So she would go to her home, and think of something.

The drops from the cave kept falling down as if to keep reminding her the pain she felt. Coin was a good thief. Probably the best. In a way that was, he was as sly and clever as all thieves were but in a good way. She could only remember his last words, “Don’t you ever become a thief! Don’t throw away your life and become a killer.”

Everyday Strangler would come and beat up on her and her brother. Coin would call her a witch in front Strangler, Red Leaf, and the rest of the Thief Nation’s gang angrily. And of course Coin would come in, and pretend he hated her, and tell them to leave her alone because she was worthless. “All of you are worthless without us, and beyond these walls lay vast riches. Leave this witch alone.”

He held him self back. There was pain inside of him. What he was doing was protecting her. But was he really? He had known all these people all these thieves all his life. But perhaps he could never forgive the fact that he was trapped in a cave, and they were alone. So they were more or less different. In fact he was a thief.

Rose went to open the packet Coin had left her for her to open at his last request. That which was his dying gift only to be opened when something bad happened. It was all covered with a golden wrapper. It was pretty appropriate from Coin. She couldn’t think of any plans to get rid of Strangler but she opened it.

She was going to die. But that didn’t matter. She had to fulfill this last wish of her guardian and friend. Her protector and legendary offender of the Nation of Thieves Coin was a mystery. Maybe he was a thief who had protected her like a father, a guardian. He had been there protecting her, looking after her. Even every time she would get angry at Strangle beating down on her. The colors of her eyes out of anger changed back and forth in the darkness glowing out of anger everyday Strangler would come and beat her and her brother up.

All that all didn’t matter though now because she was there at home, and she had to think of a plan.


The eeriness of the lamps seemed to consume so fast around the house. But time was perhaps slower when she opened the door of the house. It was misty cold. She opened the dust on box that she had hidden under a cracked wooden beam.

She opened the box, wrapped in golden wrapper from Coin. And there was a letter inside, a magnum silver gray gun, and a big map that Coin had left her.

“Listen to me closely. If you have opened this. It most likely means I am dead. Which is when I told you to open this. Enclosed you have a gun to your disposal that can kill any thief with a click of the trigger, no one not even all the thieves here posses a gun. I saved all my money to buy this. But it seems that I will just have to die a thief. Because that is what I really am. The map here will be able to lead you out of the cave labyrinth. It is up to you to free all these people. That is all I can say to you. I wanted to be at your side but in the end I guess I just couldn’t save the people from this path. Promise you won’t kill yourself now will you.”

Tears streamed down her face. “So this was the truth,” she said. She picked up the magnum gun. So it was decided then she thought. She would save the town and free all the people from the Thief Nation. She would save her people. Rage in her face now, her eyes turned yellow changing colors whenever she was angry. Strangler was a dead man. She had the strangest most powerful but frightening destructive weapon ever invented. Her eyes turned gold brighter from deep hatred. Auspiciously then the door opened. Who would be the first to fall? Footsteps came up. She held the magnum gun in her hands. But she was still figuring out why she felt defenseless. How in the world do you use a gun anyways?

A dark shadow emerged. “Hey Rose, they are coming to…” “What the…” Awestruck by the object pointed at him, he looked at her surprised.

“Strangle is that you?” said Rose. Her eyes burned yellow glowing in the darkness of anger and hatred. I have been waiting here for you.”

A figure appeared out of the darkness. “What the… It is me Rose your brother Vyse. Why are you pointing that thing at me?” Both of them had faced death before, that lurked in these caverns everyday. Skeletons of dead people at every path they walked. All that had failed escape searching for that path among the intricate labyrinths of the cave. But why did she want to kill? Why were her eyes yellow? She was clearly angry and fed-up. This was just like she was everyday where Strangler would come up and beat her and her brother up.

“Because people are after me,” she said as always.

“Well these people are coming up here, a bunch of head thieves from the Thief Nation,” said her brother. They all came here just to mess up our life and bother and beat us up like they always do. And your eyes changed color but I am not surprised. Today though is different, why in the world are all the elite thieves the Strangler, Red Leaf, and Elvira all together in one place? And where is Coin?”

“They are here already? Why couldn’t you come here any faster! They killed Coin.” She said. “I am going to get Strangler.”

“They did what! I hate those bastards! I have had enough then! I am going to kill those assholes!” He said. He stormed off.

Her heart sunk, the golden eyes of anger ran after him. She ran with all her
life.

Rose then decided to stay inside, at second thought she would probably get killed. She needed to know how to fire the gun.

Battle of the Assassins

Outside it was cold. Very cold. The lights illuminated at each path like small beacons but they seemed to be very dim. It seemed that they were burning out.

The search was over. The time was up. They stood in front of blond haired woman’s house. There were rocks on the floor. Water sparkled down the crystal river. Vast trees, they were inside a valley. The Thief Nation’s elite were here.

“Rose,” said Strangler. “Come join us,” he implored. “Become a thief like us.”

Rose stood inside, trying to figure out how to use this gun. She had never seen one before. She had only heard of it by legends.

“It seems the temperature is pretty misty today don’t you think Strangler, said Red Leaf.

“Aye” he said.

“I wouldn’t want our plans foiled by such horrible weather,” said Red Leaf. Who oddly enough had lived here all his life.

“Don’t worry that dumb witch will come as always angry with eyes that change when angry. She will be easy to spot. I wonder what color her eyes are now this time,” said Elvira maliciously.

Sure enough Vyse came running with nothing else in mind but to get to Strangler.

“Strangler!” said Vyse. How dare you kill Coin!” Anger, hatred, in him but perhaps he wasn’t thinking right now but that didn’t matter. All he wanted to do was help avenge his friend Coin.

Strangler didn’t know whether to feel sorry or laugh. Vyse came unarmed as always with his fists. Clearly never a chance for professional thieves much less without a knife. This was just like everyday he would come beat them up, except this time he wanted to kill him.

“Why don’t you be softer on him this time,” said Red Leaf. “Use a dagger to kill him.”

“Very good Idea,” said Strangler. “It will be a much slower death. Too bad he won’t live to see his sister become one of us.”

Elvira couldn’t care less. He was just one less person. She could see him charging with anger, but she knew it was pointless in the end.

She couldn’t take it anymore Rose hurriedly charged out, just as soon as he heard a scream of pain. Even if she didn’t know how to fire the gun.

“Sister!” Said Vyse.

She was outside. Her yellow eyes turned blue. The dagger was at Vyse’s chest. “Sister!” Vyse lay there on the floor not moving.

“Strangler! Strangler! Strangler! I will trigger your death!” she said very angrily. “The trigger, trigger, where is the trigger the thing Coin had mentioned to fire the gun? I must save my brother.” Her blue eyes stared with fury at Strangler.

“That dumb wench has a gun!” said Strangler laughing. “I bet Coin gave it to you, only someone as stupid as him and with untold wealth would give it to you. Only people on the outside know how to use one,” he said.

“You hit the handle as many times as you want, where the metal mechanism is, move the gun and aim and point for Strangler’s body,” said Red Leaf. The shock was deep. Strangler and Elvira were dumfounded.

“What! Red Leaf! You traitor!” said Elvira. She grabbed her knife and aimed for Red Leaf’s chest. That traitor must die was all that was in her mind.

Strangler turned around. Face red in fury. Red Leaf was as good as gone when he would reach him. That is, he was far away on the other side. One wondered why he was so far off now.

Rose took the gun and shot the Strangler with her wild shots. One would think she was a natural. Even some hit the impregnable wall. Hopefully her brother would survive.

Strangler fell onto the floor hit on the leg, as did his blood stained dagger fall. So this is how it felt to be shot with a gun. A legendary item with destructive power unseen that had hit him. The potential was so enormous to kill and to steal. Strangler felt a rush of excitement. As soon as it was his, there was no doubt everyone would fear him.

Red Leaf whirled around and did a roundhouse kick, sending the knife flying.

“Silly girl, you move that knife too waywardly.” said Red Leaf. Who could see she was swinging like a mad woman. “I guess this is to be expected of barbarians. And because of your clumsy movements, I can predict where you will land.” He got the glasses he was wearing in his hands and crushed them. The glass crumpled in his hands and shattered in pieces.

As soon as Elvira got up, she took out her dagger from her boots. She was more determined than ever to get rid of Red Leaf the traitor. No matter how smart he was.

Red Leaf then threw the pieces of crumpled glass that he had crumpled from his hands from his speckles expertly in her eyes.

Elvira in pain felt a huge surge of anger. “I will kill you. You… bloodthirsty vermin.” She was blind, she could not see a thing. It was completely dark.

“How ironic, I never appreciated your company,” he said.

Strangler looked on as if defeated, the legendary thief overcome. There was nothing he could do. He was too busy staring at the fight, when Rose inadvertently came to point blank.

“So this is how it ends right Strangler? You killed Coin and came after me to make me become a thief and a murderer. How does it feel to be beaten up?” she said in her cold blue eyes.

“Only better that I finally killed your brother after all these years instead of beating him up,” said Strangler out of spite.

“Too bad I guess coins hold no more value. There will be no Thief Nation anymore,” Rose said.

And that was the last of the Strangler. Hordes among hordes of thieves came from everywhere running wondering where their great thief ruler was.

“Where is the Strangler the thief, why has he taken so long” said some voices of thieves from the guild coming nearby. They would be here anytime now.

Elvira was motionless on the floor. Probably work of Red Leaf. Red Leaf though was long gone.

Rose only took a final look before she said goodbye. Her brother gone, the place she had lived in, all a place she did not belong in. Probably with Strangler dead, the Thief Nation would disintegrate. But she could not risk it so she ran. She would be back. She went to retrieve the map from her home, and headed out through vast networks of caves. Everywhere she walked was riddled with skeletons of people long defeated. Then she finally was there in the open out of the cave. She had never been on the outside before. A huge object shone in the sky that blinded her. She would be back. For now though, she just admired the scenery. This is what all the people were missing. But for now there was something looming on her mind.

Bullet Train

There were dozens of blue police men in a yellow train. It moved rapidly like a speeding bullet.

“That is the story of Rose the Vindictive Female Assassin or so that has been recollected,” said Smokey the police chief. She is the only assassin known to go after only assassins. So far she has killed fifty world class assassins that we would have no chance against normally. Who knew she carried so much hatred? She made short work of all of them. We must find her though. I do not like the vicious path she is treading on.”

“Oh really,” said a man tied in chains seating at a passenger seat in front of him. Maybe you should look at those that actually do something bad!”

Smokey the chief pretended not to know what he was saying. One thing was for sure though. Not that the passenger he had was very annoying. That was not it.

Smokey puffed his cigarette and rings of smoke filled the air as he was thinking. Surely if he was not the police chief, surely all the police passengers on the train would have dealt with him by now and thrown him off. As always he was bombastically blowing that pipe as if in some deep sleep. “We should be getting there any minute now. Stay calm everyone. We shall find her.”
Note: My english writing skills need work so don´t even think of asking me to change it entirely or relearn my english (the impossible). I don´t like the signature, I willl eventually add a picture.
 
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