42Egypt: ok so im taking a break from updating Bloods Melody to update this! i am SSSSOOOOO sorry i havent in a while but if u read my other soties and the commentry parts u'll know that iv been very buisy and got a little side tracked with my newest story
(but hey, finally one of my stoires is doing well but iv missed updating this story so here we go! ^-^)
PLEASE REVIEW! AND NO FLAMES PLEASE!
WARNING: this chap gets a little bloody so dont like then sorry!
The hunt and Rescue
I narrowed my eyes and growled, low and throaty, a deep sound that I knew was threatening, making a good warning. Even if he was a few passes away from me, I knew he'd hear my warning loud and clear. I saw his toothy grin as a response, white compared to the shadow over his face. I was almost too slow. I caught the arrow he'd shot at my stomach, hearing the whistle the sharp object made as it cut through the air like a knife, scaring the living hell out of everyone around me when they saw I suddenly had an arrow in my hand. I gripped the arrow tight enough to snap it, knuckled white.
"King get down!" I commanded, not turning to look at him but keeping my eyes on the master, drawing both of my daggers. Atem was wide eyed but obeyed, ducking as the man shot another arrow to which I threw my right dagger into the air and caught it in my left as I quickly grabbed the arrow before it could bypass me and hurt a member of the crowd.
I glared at the man before me who only smiled back. I saw that he had shot the arrows not from a usual bow, like from one of the devises that I'd picked up off of the deceased Master. He obviously noticed my eyes drift to the device.
"Like it? They call it a Crossbow**. Handy little things aren't they?" He said in a dark yet cheerful voice, sounding as if he was talking to an old friend, not me, the girl who he tortured and trained for so many years. I bared my teeth and growled at him again.
Everyone around us in the crowd were crouched as still as statues, watching the scene play out in fear.
"What are you doing here?" I seethed.
"Didn't my Brother tell you? You betrayed our Assassin cult by throwing your lot in with the enemy, and then even killed a Master. I'm here to set things right again." The man's tone was cheerful and happy, but his voice was low and rough. I bared my teeth at him and parted my legs in a ready position.
"You've been waiting a long time to kill me, haven't you master?" The man smiled and nodded, shrugging innocently. "Well you're going to have to wait a little longer."
"You know what; I don't think I will be waiting long..." My master said cheerfully. I looked to Atem to check he was ok, to see he was watching the master carefully. I then looked around to the Item bearers to see that they were at the end of the crowd watching as well, some were looking between me and the master; most were looking to Atem and the people. When Isis and my eyes met, I willed for her to know what I was thinking, sending a thought to her mind through a spell.
"Evacuate the people away slowly. I'll keep him busy. Get people away." Isis was clearly shocked to hear my voice in her head but she nodded and whispered to the others, pushing and rushing off. I looked back to my master who was too focused on watching if I would make a physical move to notice the silent communication.
"And why is that?" I asked, as if nothing had happened. The man smirked.
"See, you've grown soft and careless. It would have been just too easy to shoot you when you were looking to your new friends…but then again, if I had done that then I would have no fun. No I want a real fight from you. I want the pleasure of knowing that your last breath was because I defeated the top Assassin Apprentice, now that right there is an honour."
"If you're so bothered by honour, why kill the innocent and defenceless? Where's the honour in that?" I spat venomously at him.
"Because in doing so we help out employers." The man's said simply as if he was speaking to a child. "But I'm killing you for revenge for the crimes you committed against our cult."
"Have you never heard that old saying master, the one who choices revenge should dig two graves, one for the enemy and one for himself?" The man smiled.
"Wise words." He said in a nod.
"Yes, only there are two problems with that saying in this case, master." I quickly looked around to see the Item bearers ushering the last of the people into buildings around us and out of the street, then gather with Atem in a dark Ally in the middle of me and the hooded man.
"Oh? And what might they be?" He asked, voice filled mocking innocent curiosity.
"One, I'm not going to let you be the one to put me in the ground." I sneered, glaring at the man in front of me. I put my daggers back into their cases on my belt that I had grabbed before we left the palace, clenched my fists together, waited then relaxed my hands and stretched my hands and fingers so that the blades-a new toy from the old master (wrist guards that release two sleek thin strong blades when the hands are relaxed) - ready and waiting. The man chuckled darkly as I did this, unaware of the thin blades ready and awaiting the attack as the metal was so thin it was invisible to the naked eye.
"And second?" He man asked, chuckling softly.
"You're not getting the pleasure of a grave. You're going straight to Amit."I growled darkly. The man lost his smile and his chuckling stopped dead.
"We shall see." He raised his Crossbow to my head. I ducked in time, the arrow flying right past my head, and ran forward. Every time he shot at me I'd quickly dodge to the side but continued to run forward towards him.
Finally when I was a few feet away from him I broke left, running up the wall then pushed off, flying over his head to land behind him. As I did so I took the blades, crossed my arms, and then released them sharply to form a nice deep X sign on the man's back. I landed easily from my flip with one knee brought to my chest the other on the ground, both of my feet resting up onto the toes to jump up quickly when I needed to.
I heard the master stumble forward a few steps and the splashing sound of drops of blood hitting the dusty ground. I chose that moment to jump up and turn. A somewhat regretted move.
As I turned my master lunged forward with a sword. I managed to step to the side again but his blade cute the gash that I had received last night from the diseased man, making it wider and go all the way to my bone. I clutched my cheek as I stepped away from the grinning man. I sighed, picking out the string from my cheek that's now rendered useless. I'd sown my cheek up myself when I'd gotten in a bath last night, I should have known it would be pointless, it always is when I do it myself. Someone always has so come along and stab me don't they?
My old master was obviously pleased with himself as he watched my pull out the long string that tugged on my flesh harshly.
"That, that was a cheap shot." I told him. He smiled and shrugged, acting like he was a child play fighting with his best friend.
I wasn't worried about losing too much blood from such an in-vital area on my body like my cheek. Even with moving around and my pulse raising the wound would only bleed relatively slowly. I was more concerned by the fact that I would now have a large nasty scare across my face for the world to see.
The man approached and went to stab me in the chest, but I bent backwards at my hips in time. As I was coming back up, I saw him ready himself to punch me. I grabbed his fist as he sent it flying towards me in my ready, awaiting clawed hand, wrapping my free hand around his wrist (the blades were still attached to my wrist guards so there was no risk of losing them), stepped up to him with him behind my back, then pulled as hard as I could, effectively throwing the man forward over my shoulder. There was a sickening crack as he flew through the air, telling me his shoulder was dislocated, then again when he hit the ground on an awkward angle so his shoulder blade hit the ground first, meaning his shoulder blade was fractured.
I dropped his hand and stepped around him, raising my foot to kick my heel into his ribcage, but he threw his good arm out to hit my ankle of the foot I was balancing on. I fell back with a thud and landed hard onto my back, but I still saw the raised blade. I rolled towards him as he brought it down to where my neck had once been.
As I rolled into him the man lost his balance and fell back. As he fell I swiped my arm out with the blade highly exposed, clashing the man deeply in the chest. From his black cloak more red liquid started to soak the dry earth beneath our feet, dying the ground red. I rolled onto my back, brought my knees up to my chest, pushed up from my hands and jumped up, landing ready.
The man sat up, trying to push his shoulder back into place. While he was busy, I grabbed his sword and pulled it out of the ground, throwing it to Atem. He caught it and nodded in understanding.
I turned back but the man was gone. I clenched my fists, knees bending and back slightly bent so that I was ready, and my knuckles white as I looked around.
"That's not like you master, resorting to hiding." I called. Then from behind a stall a storm of small arrows from his crossbow were shot rapidly.
I cursed under my breath, dropping into a forwards roll then jumping into a handstand turned into a flip and landed behind a stall opposite him, my back pressed up to the thick wood.
"I could say the same about you!" He called back to me, laughing. "Isn't this fun? This is a real challenge right here, but I think you and I know who's going to come out on top." I was panting a little from the work out.
"Your right about the challenge, but you being victor...now that's wishful thinking." I shouted back. I shifted to peek over the stalls, feeling a stabbing pain in my thigh. I groaned when I saw a small arrow in the back of my thigh. I grabbed it and pulled it out, throwing it to the side. I peeked over to see a gleam of metal in the sun. I ducked down again as another round of arrows were shot.
"You know, I think I may go after your friends after this, see how an Assassin does against Item bearers. After all, we were trained to fight monsters as well."
"I'm betting my money on the Item bearers." I shouted smirking.
"Why's that?" He asked, sounding affined and hurt.
"I know them better than you." I answered. "They're tougher than they look…and act for some." I looked to the Ally to my left and looked directly at Seth.
"Why you little-" Seth began to shout angrily but was abruptly silenced as another round of arrows were shot.
"This is getting boring Apprentice, why not come out and try to get me."
"What kind of fool do you take me for?" I asked sarcastically.
In answer the man laughed. I peeked again to see that he was standing up, elbows resting on the counter of the stall and his chin resting on them, watching for me. I took my dagger, stood suddenly and threw it, dropping back behind my stall again. I smiled when I heard the master curse loudly.
"You got my good shoulder you little bitch-"
"Look on the bright side; it wasn't your heart…yet anyway. At least now you have a moment or so left to live before I finish you off." The man's barking laughter echoed down the street.
"You, kill me? Please-"
"How many injuries have I given you already? I believe it's 3-2."
"2?" He asked, sounding innocently curious again.
"One of the small arrows got my thigh." I rolled my eyes and answered loudly for him to hear.
"Is it bleeding badly?" The man asked eagerly.
"Nope. Those small arrows don't go very deep." I said smirking, knowing the man would be cursing in annoyance under his breath.
"I'll bear that in mind and inform my Brothers after this."
"I'm afraid you'll have to wait for them to join you in the underworld master. But don't worry, they will be seeing you again soon." I said emotionlessly.
"Why so confident?" The man asked curiously.
"Because unlike you master, I have a real reason to live." I said honestly, looking to the ally again and to my new found friends. Atem smiled brightly, Isis smiled kindly, Mahad gave a grin-ish smile, Seth just grunted and looked away, and the others looked surprised but somewhat happy.
I gave them a smirk and a wink, then stood up suddenly and ran, staying behind the stalls as I did so and so protecting myself as master send another round of arrows my away. As I saw the end of the road fast approaching I didn't slow, instead sped put, letting my feet have only a second on the ground so they could push off with great strength to make me move even faster. Finally at the end I got to a pile of crates and carts. I used the crates against the buildings as stairs to run up onto the roofs for better cover. I jumped easily from house to house as I made my way towards the man again.
I smirked when the loud sound of cursing and growling came from the master, but the smile was lost when he used the stalls to jump onto the roof just up ahead.
I narrowed my eyes, baring my teeth and growled at him while he smiled widely. I prepared the wrist blades again, running forward as fast as I could, the master running forward as well to meet my attack. When I got to the edge of the building there were a couple of thick wooden poles laying across to the next, so I jumped onto them and kept running forward without hesitation, but when I got the middle the master was already there. The master chuckled darkly.
We clashed in the middle, master had a sword drawn and had swung to cut down vertical, aiming for my skull, but I put my hands up so the blades made an x to halt his attact, I threw the sword to the left hard, making the man loose his balance from trying to hold onto his sword but not not falling from the beam, to I withdrew my right hands to my chest them released, aiming for his heart. Direct hit.
Master gasped and leaned forward, mostly from shock that I had actually managed to puncture his heart. I twisted my wrist so the bale made a nice round hole in his chest and heart, breaking a rib in the process. Another gasp. The man narrowed his eyes and me and roared deafeningly, pushing me back roughly so my blade left his body. He clasped his hand over his chest, and then held it in front of him to see red liquid ripping heavily. I watched, shock and pain in the man's faced, and slight awe at seeing his own blood. My face was emotionless as I swung my arm out horizontally in front of me, the blade coated in blood slashing the man's neck open leaving a very neat red line. The wound wasn't very deep, but deep enough for a slow, painful, distressing death. I turned and walked away as the man gulped vigorously, swallowing his own blood and drowning in it, the liquid draining from his heart wound and from his neck. I didn't turn even when I heard him fall and land with a sickening crack on the floor below.
I looked to the cliffs, so far from the city square, but saw the hooded figures once more. So, they've been watching. Good. I thought, turning back to face the front of where I was going, heading for the crates and carts again as my escape from the roofs.
Incase you were wondering...
*Spain was still in their Prehistoric Era (as in before writing, the people will have still lived in tribes and small villages at that time... I think...anyone know?) And because of this Ancient Egyptians had no ties with Spain; however it was well known, especially to the Romans, that Spanish horses were often the best bead, fats and powerful which made them desirable.
**No, Crossbows did not exist at that time but I needed to come up with something strange and very modern for the Masters and a Crossbow fit the bill perfectly, as well as the little bombs and stuff so...yeah... And no crossbows could not fire in rapid fire but I wanted them to for this :P