Post by Wildpelt on Mar 1, 2014 21:40:37 GMT -5
The dark figure slid down into the cool air of the main hall, a silloute against the cool and soft tile. Her arms were covered by a black cloak, and only a tiny lock on golden hair even showed underneath her hood. Down one sleeve was the small tip of a razor-sharp blade, and the back of her body was taken up by an outdated sniper rifle. Despite this, she looked agile and fast, and her frame barely looked to be five-ten. The small hood looked up, not revealing any eyes, and only managing to look even more frightening in the near-darkens of the hall.
Underneath her sleeve, the tip became a blade, and a blade a katana. The figure held it against her chest, yes, her, as the expression of her body showed. She slid across the floor, silent and deadly. The only sound that she produced would’ve been the light breaths she took every ten seconds in order to remain silent.
Two guards, both in protective armor and light green cloth robes were holding their staffs, both charged with deadly electricity. However, they both were foolish enough to turn their backs to check the sound of the tiny shurikan she let fly into the night air. The appearance of her blade inside both their chests spelled their end quickly. The killer wiped the blood on their tunics in such a way it would look as if they killed each other. She was always one never to leave any trace.
The woman then wasted no time in starting to search the area for what she needed, still holding the hood up. The floor was already reading her body, yet she also knew that nothing would be able to tell with her small scrambler on her waist. With that little device the entire system was saying she was a simply worker here at the Palace, and that nothing was wrong with her presence here tonight. She smirked at her own cleverness, knowing the layout of the grid would only confuse those who read over it. It would take someone with her skill to read the system, let alone fool it. After all, she had made it herself.
Soon, after a few more moments of scrambling around corners, she found the destination she was looking for. The hall ended where there was a large doorway studded with golden rivets, leaning against two tall marble pillars. The room could only be for one purpose; the throne room. Her hand tightened on the katana even as it started to pull slightly out into the glass jar in front of her. Then she had to remain calm enough to not start slashing everything in sight, imagining that worthless face as it rolled off her shoulders. Still, she remained in control of, and managed to conquer, her anger.
She slipped her way across the moonlight streaks of gray light and pushed herself up against the doors. Also knowing the guard rotation here made it so she had exactly one minute before a guard would be rounding the corner. Slowly, the katana slid into the lock on the door and a soft hiss came from inside the mechanism. The laser-studded system faded and started to open the right door ajar enough to peer inside.
She knew what she would see inside, and she loathed it. She needed to see her face as she came in, roaring bloody murder at her. She wanted to hear the scream of agony on her lips as the sword sliced down towards her, and rightfully so. Even more, she wanted to see how the subjects around her acted as their oppressor was cut to ribbons by her blade. However, most of all, she needed to see that low-lying worthless rat be put into the ground where she belonged.
The woman knew that, after she did that, she’d also most likely be shot and put into the ground for her treachery. Yet it would all be worth it to see her arch enemy cut to the ground and the evil she had with her.
The murdered inched her way closer into the crack of the door, and started to breathe heavily as fear was beginning to take her. She didn’t want to die, yet she’d become a martyr. She wasn’t prepared to die yet, that she knew. But she also knew what she was going to do had to be done, for everyone in this wretched land.
She reached behind the door and her fingers grabbed the doorframe. The relaxing sound of nothing was enough to insure her that her being there was still undetected. That would help in the next few seconds.
Without watiting another moment, she threw the door open and held the sword out over his head and pointed at the throne. She bared her face into a snarl and charged the middle of the room, the swords swishing into the air.
There was no one in the room at all. Only the sound of her sword and her snarl was resitanting in the dark halls.
The assassin, for that was what she was, stopped before she got into the middle of the room and dropped her weapon. She was too late. She’d already left for the city. The city where she knew her surprise was hidden.
She already left to go and find the kids that she’d saved.
She was going to kill them.
The woman ran out of the room at full speed, cutting down guards wherever she went. She couldn’t afford to let her sister do this, not now. The plan was almost in place, and everything was going to reside on the actions of this specific woman. She had the fate of the world in her sword.
She wished she hadn’t put it there in the first place.
Underneath her sleeve, the tip became a blade, and a blade a katana. The figure held it against her chest, yes, her, as the expression of her body showed. She slid across the floor, silent and deadly. The only sound that she produced would’ve been the light breaths she took every ten seconds in order to remain silent.
Two guards, both in protective armor and light green cloth robes were holding their staffs, both charged with deadly electricity. However, they both were foolish enough to turn their backs to check the sound of the tiny shurikan she let fly into the night air. The appearance of her blade inside both their chests spelled their end quickly. The killer wiped the blood on their tunics in such a way it would look as if they killed each other. She was always one never to leave any trace.
The woman then wasted no time in starting to search the area for what she needed, still holding the hood up. The floor was already reading her body, yet she also knew that nothing would be able to tell with her small scrambler on her waist. With that little device the entire system was saying she was a simply worker here at the Palace, and that nothing was wrong with her presence here tonight. She smirked at her own cleverness, knowing the layout of the grid would only confuse those who read over it. It would take someone with her skill to read the system, let alone fool it. After all, she had made it herself.
Soon, after a few more moments of scrambling around corners, she found the destination she was looking for. The hall ended where there was a large doorway studded with golden rivets, leaning against two tall marble pillars. The room could only be for one purpose; the throne room. Her hand tightened on the katana even as it started to pull slightly out into the glass jar in front of her. Then she had to remain calm enough to not start slashing everything in sight, imagining that worthless face as it rolled off her shoulders. Still, she remained in control of, and managed to conquer, her anger.
She slipped her way across the moonlight streaks of gray light and pushed herself up against the doors. Also knowing the guard rotation here made it so she had exactly one minute before a guard would be rounding the corner. Slowly, the katana slid into the lock on the door and a soft hiss came from inside the mechanism. The laser-studded system faded and started to open the right door ajar enough to peer inside.
She knew what she would see inside, and she loathed it. She needed to see her face as she came in, roaring bloody murder at her. She wanted to hear the scream of agony on her lips as the sword sliced down towards her, and rightfully so. Even more, she wanted to see how the subjects around her acted as their oppressor was cut to ribbons by her blade. However, most of all, she needed to see that low-lying worthless rat be put into the ground where she belonged.
The woman knew that, after she did that, she’d also most likely be shot and put into the ground for her treachery. Yet it would all be worth it to see her arch enemy cut to the ground and the evil she had with her.
The murdered inched her way closer into the crack of the door, and started to breathe heavily as fear was beginning to take her. She didn’t want to die, yet she’d become a martyr. She wasn’t prepared to die yet, that she knew. But she also knew what she was going to do had to be done, for everyone in this wretched land.
She reached behind the door and her fingers grabbed the doorframe. The relaxing sound of nothing was enough to insure her that her being there was still undetected. That would help in the next few seconds.
Without watiting another moment, she threw the door open and held the sword out over his head and pointed at the throne. She bared her face into a snarl and charged the middle of the room, the swords swishing into the air.
There was no one in the room at all. Only the sound of her sword and her snarl was resitanting in the dark halls.
The assassin, for that was what she was, stopped before she got into the middle of the room and dropped her weapon. She was too late. She’d already left for the city. The city where she knew her surprise was hidden.
She already left to go and find the kids that she’d saved.
She was going to kill them.
The woman ran out of the room at full speed, cutting down guards wherever she went. She couldn’t afford to let her sister do this, not now. The plan was almost in place, and everything was going to reside on the actions of this specific woman. She had the fate of the world in her sword.
She wished she hadn’t put it there in the first place.
