Egypt: hi there readers! I really hope you like this one! i actually dreamed about this so im pretty sure its original...i dont know, you tell me and review. So without further adue here's my newest story assassination!

and for thise of you who have read Love vs Trial and are waiting for chapter 8, I am sorry for the delay but i have writers block and im struggling so if you have any suggestions, message me ok?

I dont own Yu-Gi-Oh! only my OC and plot ok?

i also found that a good song to suit this story is Awake by Skillet so try it out! ok enjoy1 and please review!

Assassination

Chapter 1
In for the Kill

We travelled silently and unseen over the desert, almost flying as we sped in race with the wind. The wind howled and moaned as if lost souls were crying out...or was it my victims haunting me? There was no turning back, no time for second thoughts.

Night, my horse, galloped harder and faster as we came close to the end, the weapons on my belt clinking as we both moved. I pulled on the rains slightly to tell him to slow down. He did so, slowly as we came to the last sand hill. He trotted up it, breathing heavily from his long run. His hot breath created a heavy mist in front of his nose in the chilly night air. I patted and rubbed his right side in a soothing manner, helping him to slow his breathing.

I slipped down, swinging my bag onto my shoulder and once again checking for any look outs. I'd had a run in with a set already tonight and I didn't really fancy wasting any more time, but they had to be dealt with.

Oh calm down I didn't kill them, I simply fought them, knocked them out and gave them a little of my herbal mix so they wouldn't remember anything from tonight.

I stroked Night's side as I walked around to the front to stroke his head and ruffle his main.

"Stay." I commanded, pointing to the ground as I did so. "Wait for my signal. Now, camouflage." Immediately Night lay down on his legs and put his head down. I smiled, stroked his ears then turned and ran off down the other side of the hill.

My black outfit was simple but strange, a style taken from some country near Persia, with a baggy top and things that clung to my legs that they called "leggings". I kept my feet bare so they'd be silent in any surroundings and I also kept my hair discreetly tied back to hide its colour and length. I even wore a black scarf around my face, covering my nose and mouth.

When I reached the first set of houses I pressed my back against the wall and listened, taking a moment to catch my breath. I couldn't hear any footsteps so I headed over to the right, heading for the palace. I moved through shadows only, blending in to the black so no guards would spot me from afar.

Finally I reached the palace outer walls and again pressed up against the wall on the shaded side to hide from watchful guards. When I was sure that they'd moved on from the top of the wall and outside on the ground with me, I took a step away and untied my whip. Instead of just a normal whip, on the tail where the leather separated, there were metal spikes and small daggers. These came from the chain that was in the middle of the whip, made from the lightest but strongest metal in the world.

I took it out, spread it out behind me, arm down and behind me, then with all my might swung my arm forward, keeping it straight. The sheer force brought the whip with it, making it act like an extension of my arm. The spikes imbedded themselves into the wall. I tested its hold, then jumped up and stared to climb. I was sure to be quick so as not to draw attention to myself. I got about half way up the wall when my whip stopped.

I looked up and noticed wooden poles sticking out of the wall, no doubt the support for the second floor of the wall. The poles were about a foot up. Yeah that doesn't sound too bad, probable for anyone really right? Wrong, very wrong!

Tell you what, you try hanging onto a wall by a rope more than thirty feet in the air with no support and guards to be weary of, then try and jump for the pole and let's see what happens eh?

But then again, I'm the farthest thing from normal. I kept hold of the handle for my whip and pushed off as hard as I could from the wall to reach for the pole. I caught it with my other hand.

"Damn it." I hissed in annoyance. I had wanted to move quickly, but now I had to pull myself up with one hand. I did so as fast as I could manage. I pulled myself up so my stomach was over the pole, then swung my led over to saddle it. I pulled on my whip upwards to release it from the wall, then did the same again and slashed my whip through the air. I realised that there were another set of poles further up.

"Here we go again." I muttered to myself. I had to hand it to the Egyptians; they sure knew how to build a wall. Again I could only catch the pole with one hand, the other clutching my whips handle. But now there was only roughly ten-twenty feet from me and the top. I lashed out with my whip again, smiling when it dug into the other wide of the all. I climbed up quicker this time, and one hand on the whip and the other on the top of the all; I flung myself over to land lightly on a wooden balcony.

I quickly looked around, the guards were coming but I had enough time, so I pulled on my whip to release it, and then ran along the balcony until I was opposite the palace walls. I smirked. These Egyptians are so used to the sunlight that they can't see as well in the dark, I'm practically invisible to them in this outfit.

I flung my whip forward and stepped forward to give it some more distance. It worked. My whip pierced the top of the wall. Again I tested, then jumped up and swung down, landing my feet on the side of the wall and bending my knees at the impact. I looked down. I was about a three quarters of the way up the palace.

I climbed up the wall and pulled myself up onto the roof, pulling the end of my whip out then winding it back up and tied it back onto my belt. I put my bag down for a moment and froze…footsteps…coming up onto the roof. I heard voices…soundly like they're swopping shifts. I turned and behind me was an opening in the roof with steps leading down. I only heard two of them.

I took my bow off from my back, took two arrows out of the holder, set one on the bow, then straightened suddenly and released once they were in my sights. The first, who had his front to me but was too busy chatting to his mate to even notice me, gasped as the arrow hit his leg. The other, with his back to me, gasped out in shock and spun around so I set the other arrow and shot him in the arm. They both groaned and collapsed on the floor. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh for the love of the Gods grow up already, you're not dying." I mocked. They looked up at me with hate filled eyes.

"W-what's on t-the-these arrows t-then?" One asked in a husky voice. I grinned.

"Oh just a little mix of herbs to put you boys to sleep." I said sweetly, laughing as their eyes widened at my young voice. "Yep, you guessed it boys; I'm probably about half your age. Now how does that feel?" I mocked again sniggering as their eyes rolled back then closed. From the little pocket tied around my thigh I took out a small vile. I left my bag where it was, only taking my equipment with me. I tipped each of their heads back and put a drop on their lips. "There, you won't remember a thing."

I straightened up quickly and opened the door slowly, peeking through slightly to look both ways down the hall before slipping out and running. I'd memorised the directions given to me and followed them. I stopped outside the door on my left.

"Bing go." I whisper under my breath. Hearing more footsteps approach, I open the door quickly and shut it softly behind me. I pulled back the drapes to see him lying asleep in his bed. I crept over slowly, noticing how peaceful he looked.

Good, you can rest in peace forever after this. When I reached the side of the bed, I took a pillow from a chair on the side.

He turned over in his sleep. I growled softly. I gently pushed him onto his back, then covered his face with the pillow and held it there. There was groaning, his arms came up to try and hit me, but they were easy to dodge. I pushed the pillow down harder so his death was quicker. Finally, his body went limp. I pulled away, closed his eyes and turned to leave.

I'd only got to the door and put my hand on the handle when I heard rushed footsteps and harsh hushed voices.

"For crying out loud leave the Pharaoh out of this! We can handle this intruder ourselves." I've been spotted? How?

"The Pharaoh would only be furious with us if we left him out of it."

"Besides how do we know that he's not the target anyway? The least we can do is check up on him." I heard a door open…I think it was the one opposite this cause it sounded close.

"Hey, what's going on?" A sleepy voice asked, yawning.

"Nothing my Prince-"

"Isis had a vision and we believe that there's an intruder in the palace and we were just coming to tell your father."

"God damn it does anything I saw matter anymore?" I backed away from the door and pressed up against the wall, covering myself with the drapes.

The door opened.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry to disturb your sleep but we fear there's an intruder and…" The man's voice trailed off as he noticed his King did not stir. "Y-your Majesty?" The others came rushing in and head for the old man. Then the door was left open and free, I rushed through it and sprinted back the way I came.

"Stop! Halt Assassin!" I laughed.

Yeah like that ever works. I thought bitterly. You would be amazed at how many people shout that, and they actually expect you to comply.

I ran faster, only to cry out in surprise when someone dived on me, catching my legs and knocked me to the floor. I turned over and was shocked that it was the Prince. He glared down at me with hate filled eyes and punched me in the jaw, then ripped the black cloth from my face, only to freeze in astonishment at my face and eyes.

His eyes widened as he looked at me properly, and for the first time realised my chest was too soft against his. I growled and brought my knee to his stomach. He cried out, so I kicked him in the chest to get him off of me then scrambled to my feet, grabbing my cloth as I felt and tied it back on just to be careful.

I stumbled through the door to the roof and baring it. The door banged and shook as people hammered against it. "I'd love to stick around, but I'm afraid I have other plans."

"Get back here!" I just laughed again, heading for my stuff. I grabbed the bag again, taking out the rope, tying it to an arrow. Took my bow again, and aimed for the wooded balcony. I released the string and smirked as I hit my target.

After securing the rope to the roof with a fast-drying-strong-holding paste, I pulled my bag onto my back, took if the cloth from my face, wrapped it around my right hand, put it over the rope, and then wrapped it around the other, sat on the side of the palace, then jumped off and slid down easily, keeping my legs up with my sword back in its stealth.

I groaned a little as I hit the wooden pillar but climbed up, drew my sword, cut the rope, then swung my leg over the side of the wall, then the other and pushed off. I caught the pole easily with only a little pain, but the next was harsher because it was a further fall. So to help I swung around the pole and came vertical, like in a handstand, then gave in and up my feet on the pole so I was crouching there.

I took out my whip once more, slashed it back, ripped it forward and caught the pole in front and jumped again, swinging to the ground. When I was close enough, I pulled harshly on the whip, breaking the pole. I landed on the ground on my hands and folded into a forwards roll to bounce back up and into a sprint. I headed deep into the city, hiding in a tight, deep alley.

I took off my bag in the tight space, untying the bandages from my chest and pulled on a long Egyptian dress over my outfit, released my hair, pulled the wig on and slipped on some sandals and a few gold bands. I looked both ways and when I was sure the cost was clear, stepped out and walked casually, seeming in a little bit of a rush.

"Halt." I flinched and stood still, turning slowly. There were royal guards coming towards me. They stopped in front of me. "It's not safe out here Miss." One said. I let out a small sigh of relief.

"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" Another asked. Ok, time to play it innocent.

"I-I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble." I said, making my voice high and sweet, widening my eyes and looking up at them. "I had to deliver something for my father, my brother would have done it but he's ill. I volunteered to help my father. I was just leaving now. We live up on the hills you see. My father is expecting soon. Thank you for your concern." They nodded and watched me leave, following me with their eyes. I got to the edge of the city, and then whistled, high and loud.

Night came galloping to stop in front of me to his side. I smiled at him and climbed up. Leading him in a gentle trot out of the city. Once I thought it was safe, I took of the blasted dress, wig and jewellery, my hair blowing behind me in the wind and sighed heavily.

"Well Night, another job done. But now I'm going to have to go into hiding for a while, that Prince got a real good look of me." I went to my neck, searching for a chain with my cartouche on, but found it gone. My eyes widened and I glanced back to the palace. "Oh that's not good."