....Joyous in his latest kill, he snickers a little bit as he cleans the blood off his stained blades. Quickly sheathing them, he sneaks around the closest corner he can find. He focuses intently on a upcoming door, and listens to whats happening inside.
"..I'm telling you, Demarco, he's after our whole family now. Who knows when he'll strike next..."
It was a woman's voice, soft but obviously threaded with worry and fear. Shortly afterward, a slamming of a hard object onto a wooden desk could be heard. This must be the Demarco she was talking to.
"I'm not in the mood for this. our guards are the finest from around our fair state! what makes you think they cant kill a lowly so-called 'assassin' who is virtually unheard of? Leave, mistress, I have business to attend to."
"But..." she pauses, and starts walking toward the door. The assassin quickly move around the corner and hide as she walks away, then move toward the door. She had left the door open a crack, so the assassin peeks in to see what Demarco was busy with. He was just signing some papers, and appeared tired, as the bags under his eyes were numerous.
The assassin went back to his last kill and put on the guards uniform. Gladly, it wasn't heavy armor at all, just some leather. He then rushed into Demarco's room, acting as in he was in shock.
"The assassin is here, sir!" he blurted, panting as in he ran all the way to his room. "I know he is, i found a body of one of the guards! Quickly, prepare to leave, ill lock the door."
Demarco's face turned pale as he scampered around the room grabbing everything he needed. The assassin, snickering under his breath, locked the door, but blocked the keyhole so that the key wouldn't be able to go in. A few minutes later, Demarco was ready.
"Here, sir," the assassin said, handing Demarco the key. He was at the door and attempting to unlock it. The assassin unsheathed his blade.
"May god have my soul, were trapped! Usually, a sentry is on this hall, so we'll wait for...."
He dropped the key as the assassin was upon him. Hand over his mouth to muffle the sound, he shoved his blade through his back, cleanly slicing all the way out his belly. Blood soon oozed out of his mouth as his eyes began to roll. Leaving the sword, the assassin quickly grabbed his dagger and slit his throat open, getting blood almost halfway across the room. He soon dropped Demarco's now lifeless body, drawing the sword out of him before quickly un-jamming the keyhole and making the great escape.
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