Danté - An Assassin's Story

"For too long we have put up with the oppressive rule of the White Cross. Too long we have let them take our money. It's time to fight back, and I'm ready. And should I fail, may whoever reads this take up the fight once again. One day, the White Cross will fall."
This is the diary of Danté. A young man in a semi-fantasy world who has taken it upon himself to fight back against his dictators, the White Cross, and become an assassin.


5. Renegade - Day 5

It was a quiet day today.

I decided to keep hidden away for a day and work on my weapons.

Leonardo smiled as I entered his room, and I sighed as I saw the black sash he wore. He was one of the poor people, despite being so clever. I'd given him a place in my house, and I claimed he was a member of my household staff. It was the only way he could wear the white clothes the rich wore.

"Good morning, Danté," he said. "I've been drawing up some plans."

I shook my head, smiling. "Do you ever get any sleep?" I asked.

Leonardo tapped his chin, disturbing the short brown hairs on it. "A little," he replied, smiling.

I moved to sit next to him, adjusting my white robes so I could sit comfortably. "Let's have a look then."

He clapped excitedly and unrolled a piece of paper. I saw a sketch of a metal bracer, with a blade attached to the underside. It was surrounded by numbers and messy handwriting.

"It's a spring-loaded blade," he explained. "Easy to draw, easy to sheathe. Need some time to work on it though. The prototype didn't quite work..." He indicated a blade stuck in the wall. "Turned it into a throwing knife." He laughed.

I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Good work, Leonardo. I look forward to the finished item."

"As do I."

I had left him, then, and headed for the workshop, knowing it would have been rearranged slightly. How else could Leonardo have made the prototype?

I walked in, and saw a pile of wires and metal shards on the workbench, as well as Claudia, the maid, dressed in her black and white gown.

She's a pretty girl, but nothing special. Feels almost bad to say that, but it's true.

I passed her, giving her a subtle gesture to leave.

She did, as usual. She's a good girl.

I went through Leonardo's clutter, and found a number of small knives. I picked them up, and noticed a wooden target with a number of marks in its surface.

I held the knives, looking at them. I put one into my free hand and threw it at the target, hitting it in the centre.

"Good throw," I heard Leonardo say. Better than mine.

He walked to the target and unrolled a piece of paper. He placed it over the target, and I saw it looked had a picture of a man on it.

"Aim for the neck next time," he said. And then he left.

For most of the day I've been throwing the knives at it, sometimes hitting the neck, sometimes missing, and sometimes hitting it in more...sensitive places.

This would prove a helpful weapon. The soldiers of the White Cross wouldn't know what had hit them.

And they would be hit. Hard.

Leonardo still hasn't finished the blade though, and says it will take another day or two.

So tomorrow, it will be the "hard-to-sheathe-blade" again.

And again, someone important would die.

Say, a notable weapons dealer?

Agostino Leone...

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