I stood for a moment, triumph that I'd made it this far. Then, I ran towards my enemy as Lucas Sanster got up he threw my own dagger back at me and I just had time to jump and bend myself over the knife. I winced as the blade skimmed my lower back, drawing blood. I hit the floor on my feet, stumbling a bit, but managing to reach my enemy. I kicked out at Sanster and sent him sprawling, where he hit the floor, landing on his face. I stalked over, by swords swinging in each hand and flipped him over. I held both swords in front of me, debating which one to use. Eventually, I chose Amicus. I sheathed Homstem and raised Amicus above Sanster's heart.
"Wait!" He pleaded, "You have your sister, you can leave! I won't come after you!"
"But the fun is just starting." I grinned, preparing to pierce the heart. I looked at the face of my enemy, his eyes wide and frightened, his breathing panicked and uneven.
"Wait! I can help you?" Lucas Sanster said, squeezing his eyes closed. I hefted the sword, deciding what to do. Finally, curiosity got the better of me and I asked, "What do you mean?"
"You need someone! Someone to watch your back, to love you. You're alone without anyone. I can help you find someone!" Sanster whispered.
I looked around, checking the area was clear and said, "I don't need your help."
I aimed this time and Sanster flinched, "What about Marco!"
I froze, my hand becoming sweaty on the hilt of Amicus. "What do you mean?" I asked for the second time in five minutes.
"That's his cloak isn't it." This guy noticed everything, "You love him, don't you? He's alive. You wouldn't have the heart to kill him." Was it really that obvious? "I can help you find him. You can learn to love each other. Live a happy life. You need him, August,"
The thought made me halt, I imagined it. Me, Marco and Willow, one assassin family. Then I realized, I couldn't love someone who I'd met a few days ago, especially when he tried to kill me. I'd opened myself up and my confused, stupid brain fell in love with the idea of love. I didn't love Marco. And as for needing him? I was an Assassin I didn't need anyone. I would find someone one day, I was sure of it. Just Marco wasn't the one.
I made my mind up. I looked around at as the sunlit dawn came on the horizon and glinted against my blade, casting a white light over my place. I took a deep breath and plunged the blade into Lucas Sanster's chest. He writhed, screaming in agony as the blade pierced his heart. I leaned closer, whispering in his ear his final words:
"I don't need anyone."