The Assassin

The Assassin lived though his mother and father's killing. He watched them getting murdered in front of his eyes, and years later he's out for revenge, hunting down his parents killer. His travels bring him back to the past, and reveal the future of the path he is meant to take. And finally as the assassin he will live his fate more by his rules than what destiny had in mind.


6. Chapter 5

     "NO!"  Carson's arm flew up and my knife sliced it almost in half.  Screaming, he cradled his arm and scooted as far away from me as possible.  I advanced on him, and cut off the bottom of my shirt.  Tying it around the top of his arm, I retreated back.  A wild look lived in his eyes, something that I couldn't put my finger on.  It was like he was being held captive in his own mind.  I've never seen that in a man's eyes before, it wasn't fear or confusion, it was more like emptiness but still unemtpy at the same time.  

    "The Dragons?  Who are they?"  He gave a half smile, creepy like.  It was almost smug.

     "Even you cannot win against the Dragons.  They will destroy everything until they rule this kingdom, and everyone in it.  They came black in the night, and took me.  I don't know what they wanted.  The only thing I knew was that I had to climb to the top of the soldiers ranks."  What could've done this?  There was nothing in the world that could've done what I saw in Carson's eyes.  I stepped back, and in the back of my mind, I placed the memory where I would find it when I needed to, but never wanted to go.  Something was stirring in the Kingdom, and the King had to be warned, but I was a killer, and he would never approve of what I would say.  I still didn't know what to do with a man that was slave to his own mind, but I couldn't risk anything. 

    "You have two choices; die, or let me help you.  Either way, you will die, sooner...or later.  It's up to you, though I suggest that you choose fast, for that arm's going to keep bleeding."  Carson looked conflicted.  It seemed as though he was hearing someone yell at him in his mind because he kept flinching, but nothing was there.  Was this some kind of mind control?  There was no way that these 'people' could control their minds, was there?  Too many questions arose out of this situation, and Carson had still not answered me.

    "Please, kill me now.  They are coming for me!  You cannot let them catch me.  I've already done what I could for them, and it was not enough.  If you don't kill me, then they will."  Now pleading for me to kill him, I laughed at the turning of the tables.

    "No I will not kill you, but I will bring you back with me.  Come."  


"Secret societies have existed among all peoples, savage and civilized... It is beyond question that the secret societies of all ages have exercised a considerable degree of bad over any ruling force..." - Manly hall

     As I walked to my room, I remembered what my King had said.  "Then put him in the dungeons.  However, tell him that this does not mean his life is spared.  He is not to be questioned by any other person but me.  If I am to ask you to kill him, you are to hang him, only after you have tortured him."  I had nodded and agreed to what he had said.  

     Now, as I walked to my room, I wondered if the King's brother had any regrets on what he was trying to do.  As he said, he was under some sort of control by someone else.  He was trapped in his own mind.  I knew I had seen it before, there was no doubting it, but where?  I remembered locking it away, and never thinking about it again.  Mentally, I tried to summon the key that would unlock my brain from the past, but it was to no avail.  I had locked it so far down, that even I could not see what I had to.  

     If I couldn't get this memory to surface, then everyone in the Royal Court could be dead by morning.  If they really could dig into other people's minds and make them think differently, then they would have no problem with the King's mind, or even my own.  Shuddering at the thought, I opened the door to my room, lay down on my bed, and got up again.  Sitting on the edge not being able to settle down, I began pacing in my room, debating what to do.  

     Finally, I decided that I needed some practice with tracking and knife throwing.  Grabbing my cloak and my finely weighted knife, I exited my room without a sound.  I passed guards and servants, rooms and corridors, stair wells and statues, and finally I reached the grand front doors.  Two guards opened them for me, and a huge gust of wind billowed into the hall sending in a huge amount of leaves.  My cloak flew out behind me as I fought against the wind.  As I stepped out of the hall, I saw as some of the torches were re-lit and the guards began to pick up many of the leaves that had entered the hall.

     Setting my eyes on the horizon, I planned what exactly I was going to do.  I knew that a herd of deer always passed through the woods in the night to drink from a stream of water close by to where the royal hunting grounds began.  It was no use traveling on horseback because it was just a little distance away, so I trudged through the grounds of the castle and was relieved to find myself at the end of the grounds just a few minutes later.

     Taking in a huge breath of cold air, I exhaled slowly, and my breath puffed out around me.  My knife drawn, I silently slipped through the forest.  Sounds of birds, deer, and other animals echoed around the forest.  Seeing a smaller tree, I twisted my hand back and forward with a movement that was like a well oiled machine.  It flew through the air, cutting the tree in half and landing with a dull thud into the giant oak tree behind.  

     A movement to my right indicated I was not standing along, and an instant later, I had another knife in my hand, ready to throw.  Scanning my surroundings, I stood perfectly still.  The bushes rustled and out emerged a huge buck, with a rack of no less than 12.

     I now stalked to the creature silent as a shadow, watching and waiting for the animal to run, though it did not. I knew that I only had a little while to react, before it did notice me, so I quickly threw the knife and heard it hit the mark.  I covered the warm body with twigs and branches, as to hide it from predators other than humans.

     Continuing to walk on, the sounds of the forest enveloped me. An owl hooting to my right, a squirrel running up a tree, a bunny and its family cozied down in their den until morning. All of the sounds were soft, but still imprinted on the night like a hand on pushed on clay. Every twig breaking was a boom of a canon, and every sound was a gong banging loudly among monks.  

     After a few more throws, and some practice with my bow and arrow, I had quite a few squirrels, rabbits, and gophers to bring back.  Stringing them on a string, I flung them over my neck and headed back to the buck.  I lashed some branches together and rolled the huge, now cold body, onto the planks.  Dragging that behind me, I slowly made my way back out of the forest and to the castle.  

     The guards eyes widened as they saw what I was carrying and open the gates to admit me in.  Going straight to the kitchens, the Kitchen Master was dumbfounded as I brought all of my haul in.  Stuttering, he inquired,

     "How did you--where did you--what?"  Looking him in the eye, I replied,

     "Would you rather me answer one of the questions or all of them?"  Still in shock, he reached for the squirrels and put them on a rack.

     "None of them.  I will not question how you brought down a buck and all these small creatures, but I do know that the Kingdom will have a feast tonight."  Inclining my head, I left the kitchens and headed back to my room.  It did not take me as long as it did the first time I was alone trying to find my room.  The castle was a maze, and even I had to take a little bit to memorize it completely.  I knew there was some secret passages or something that was not meant to be there when you first glance, because it was a castle, and where else would have secret passages then centuries old castle? 

     I passed a few guards and noticed that one of them was the Sergeant First Class of the Army.  The one that rejected the killing hand of his superior.  Not hesitating in my step, I passed him without a second look, but remembered that he would need some sort of recognition eventually for the service he provided.  Finally, I reached my room yet again that night, and walked into the bathroom.

     A mirror hung on the wall like a prize head of a trophy.  Glancing in, I saw that leaves and dirt covered my face, and my scar was shining like silver as well.  Standing out against the grime and dirt of the world.  It seemed to say, 'here I am!  I'll never let you forget what happen!'  Turning away, I started the shower and hot steam rose through the curtains, and clung on the mirror.  With one last look at myself, I plunged into the hot stream of water, feeling the water wash of the grime of the forest and the outside world. 

     I thought one final thought before I was lost in the oblivion of thoughts of the past, present, and future.

 I need a symbol.  A symbol that shows I am the Assassin, a symbol that people will fear.  

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