Post by fae on Apr 11, 2006 22:10:16 GMT -5
Fæ walked quickly. She was used to it by now, but she was sure that he didn't know what she knew. She ducked around several corners, almost playing at being interested in the various wares. She stood in the middle of a small crowd, trying to blend in, though she knew that it would not work, because of her unusual hair color. She moved quickly away, and one of the pots on the stand she had been near shattered, causing some commotion and questions as to the quality of the man's wares. His pace had picked up slightly. He had realized that Fæ knew he was there. She, too, picked up her pace, still trying to politely push her way through the crowd.
"Excuse me."
"Pardon me."
"Ah, I'm so sorry!"
She still didn't want to turn around and face him, but she wondered what this one looked like. She imagined a lot of faces, but they were all men and women she had met before. She stooped forward, seemingly to pick up a coin, though that in itself was lucky for her. She still didn't want to cause a panic...
It had started mere minutes before. Most people would not have noticed, but she had heard and seen things that unnerved her. She knew what it was, she had lost track of how many she had seen. She kept calm, and tried to avoid him and lose him. If anything, she had to give this one credit for at least outdiong most of the others...
Just as she touched the coin, something grazed her hair, causing a piece that was sticking up to sway to the side. A man on the other side of her grabbed his side, feeling a sharp pain. In less than a second, he was on the ground, dead. Fæ realized that this one was probably the best that he had ever sent after her.
She stood up abruptly, and shouted, "Everyone, stay away from me! Run! get as far away as you can!" while cupping her hands to her mouth. She didn't need anyone else dying because of her. After seeing the man die, the crowd had become anxious, and her statement caused a panic. People ran any way they could to get away from her. She cringed as she saw several children get trampled by the panicing citizens. She watched one of them as his tiny neck snapped under the pounding feet of the mob. She hoped he found peace, wherever he went. A young girl lay on the ground, obviously trying to get up, but quite unable. Her legs were bent the wrong way, just above the knee. Another boy got up, only slightly hurt, and ran away, the last person to leave. "I know you're there! Come out!"
A man dressed in rags stepped out of the shadows. By the look on his face, it was obvious that he was skilled. He held small, hooked blades, one in each hand. She eyed him carefully, and it was obvious that he was partially insane. That man was getting more desperate with each one he sent. The ragged assassin eyed the young girl, almost like a piece of food. He moved toward her, almost gliding, his feet padding against the ground such that they didn't make a sound. He brought back his arms, ready to strike.
Fæ started to run to stop him, but collapsed. Her legs were simply too weak. He swung his blades, both coming together, rather like an oversized pair of scissors. The young disabled girl's head came clean off, her blood spilling in a pool beside her broken, tiny body. Fæ screamed out of the pure horror that was this assassin. She squealed until her lungs couldn't force any more air forth. The man ran at her, just as she had managed to pull herself into a sitting position. He swung his blades at her. She just barely managed to pull forth the only posession that she had that could possibly withstand a blow from swords. The blades connected with her old, beat up flute, snapping the mouthpiece off, a diagonal cut.
The man's blades bounced back slightly, giving her a chance to scramble backward. Though she hadn't a chance to get on her feet, she had backed up against a wall. She still held the broken flute, and finally thought to sing, but she couldn't force herself to speak. She sat silently, screaming inside, awaiting the doom that she had known was her fate for years. Her eyes welled up with tears, as she thought about her home. She thought about how things were back then...
"Excuse me."
"Pardon me."
"Ah, I'm so sorry!"
She still didn't want to turn around and face him, but she wondered what this one looked like. She imagined a lot of faces, but they were all men and women she had met before. She stooped forward, seemingly to pick up a coin, though that in itself was lucky for her. She still didn't want to cause a panic...
It had started mere minutes before. Most people would not have noticed, but she had heard and seen things that unnerved her. She knew what it was, she had lost track of how many she had seen. She kept calm, and tried to avoid him and lose him. If anything, she had to give this one credit for at least outdiong most of the others...
Just as she touched the coin, something grazed her hair, causing a piece that was sticking up to sway to the side. A man on the other side of her grabbed his side, feeling a sharp pain. In less than a second, he was on the ground, dead. Fæ realized that this one was probably the best that he had ever sent after her.
She stood up abruptly, and shouted, "Everyone, stay away from me! Run! get as far away as you can!" while cupping her hands to her mouth. She didn't need anyone else dying because of her. After seeing the man die, the crowd had become anxious, and her statement caused a panic. People ran any way they could to get away from her. She cringed as she saw several children get trampled by the panicing citizens. She watched one of them as his tiny neck snapped under the pounding feet of the mob. She hoped he found peace, wherever he went. A young girl lay on the ground, obviously trying to get up, but quite unable. Her legs were bent the wrong way, just above the knee. Another boy got up, only slightly hurt, and ran away, the last person to leave. "I know you're there! Come out!"
A man dressed in rags stepped out of the shadows. By the look on his face, it was obvious that he was skilled. He held small, hooked blades, one in each hand. She eyed him carefully, and it was obvious that he was partially insane. That man was getting more desperate with each one he sent. The ragged assassin eyed the young girl, almost like a piece of food. He moved toward her, almost gliding, his feet padding against the ground such that they didn't make a sound. He brought back his arms, ready to strike.
Fæ started to run to stop him, but collapsed. Her legs were simply too weak. He swung his blades, both coming together, rather like an oversized pair of scissors. The young disabled girl's head came clean off, her blood spilling in a pool beside her broken, tiny body. Fæ screamed out of the pure horror that was this assassin. She squealed until her lungs couldn't force any more air forth. The man ran at her, just as she had managed to pull herself into a sitting position. He swung his blades at her. She just barely managed to pull forth the only posession that she had that could possibly withstand a blow from swords. The blades connected with her old, beat up flute, snapping the mouthpiece off, a diagonal cut.
The man's blades bounced back slightly, giving her a chance to scramble backward. Though she hadn't a chance to get on her feet, she had backed up against a wall. She still held the broken flute, and finally thought to sing, but she couldn't force herself to speak. She sat silently, screaming inside, awaiting the doom that she had known was her fate for years. Her eyes welled up with tears, as she thought about her home. She thought about how things were back then...