Baby Blue Killer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a short story as a gift to my friend.

Submitted: April 22, 2014

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Submitted: April 22, 2014

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She slept peacefully. The night was quiet and somber and the tavern downstairs had finally cleared out. She held her sword close as she slumbered, deep in a dream. She didn't stir as the door to her room moved ever so slightly. An eye peeked through, watching her discerningly as the door opened further. The figure crept in ever so quietly, drawing a small blade and approaching the bed. A sudden clang of metal rang out as the blade was knocked out of the figures' hand. The blanket went airborne as it covered the figure. She was on her feet and to the side, sword drawn and then sheathed it into the figure. She pulled it back out and wiped it on the blanket as the figure fell backwards then put it away into it's scabbard. She picked up the blanket and tossed it aside. She shook her head as she saw a mask on its' face representative of the local assassin's guild. She walked to the door, grasping the longsword with her right hand, rubbing it's light blue sapphire-encrusted scabbard in the other. It was her most prized possession, her favorite stolen item. No doubt it's previous owner wanted it back. She reached the door and she crouched. She peeked around the corner into the hallway and came face to face with another mask. She smiled stepping to the side, bringing her sword to bear through the assassin's mask. The figure grunted then dropped to the ground. She stood up looking around, listening, making herself aware of every little sound. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and turned around to look at her room. It was bare, as if nothing had ever been there. Except for the dead body of course. She dashed for the window. The only way to stop the assassins was to stop the man who hired them. No point making an enemy of the guild. As she landed, she kept the sword in its' scabbard to her waist. The torch-lamps along the street shimmered within each gem on the scabbard. She dashed between the houses and through alleyways towards the rich part of town. She didn't think she'd ever have to go there again. In almost no time at all, she had reached the manor. He hadn't even replaced the guard yet. She stepped through the gates and around the back. She opened the door and there the man stood. Nearly as tall as the door itself, the man was a brute. He didn't even need a sword by the looks of him. He was dressed in rough clothing, much like that of a farmer. He was wearing fine silk earlier that day. He smiled wide and looked at the sword at her hip. He mumbled something about her giving it back and she shook her head. She had gotten quite attached to the sword and throughout her busy day after having stolen it, she'd gotten quite used to it. She stepped back off the entryway as he stepped out. He cracked his knuckles and flexed his muscles. He challenged her to stop him with his own blade and laughed derisively. She smiled wide and grabbed for the hilt. In one step he was directly in front of her and had his left hand clenched and in her stomach. She flew back and landed face up, no wind in her lungs. She gasped loudly and sat up. The man was above her, reaching for the sword. She tucked backwards out of his reach onto her feet and squatted then sprang for him, drawing the blade across his chest then tackled him backwards. It was his turn to land on his back. He clenched his chest. The cut was fairly deep and his lifeblood was flowing. She smiled and awaited him to the make the next move. He didn't move for a long moment so she took the opportunity and dashed for him, leaping at the last moment and stabbing the sword downward with both hands into his chest. It was over that quickly. She stood up straight wiping her blade on his clothing. She returned it to it's scabbard and walked towards the house. She looked inside as she moved to the front door. Nothing was worth taking, not even the gold pouch on his dining table. The sword was now worth more than the entire manor and she smiled to herself as she left the property, clutching it close. An assassin approached and she pointed to the gold on the table and left quietly. The assassin nodded and disappeared just as quickly as she did.


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