Hello everyone! This me think up this story and Arno was the only assassin that popped into my head is my second one-shot and it is complete 180 from the first story I wrote. I was inspired by the Pan's Labyrinth's movie soundtrack, especially the track called "Long, Long Time Ago". Something about that particular track made when I planning it.
The song is such a beautiful and sad sound that I could not pull away. I highly recommend you all to listen "Long, Long Time Ago" (Or in some cases it's called "Mercedes Lullaby") while reading the ending of this story to get the full effect. I honestly wrote the ending while playing this song on repeat and had tears coming down my face at times. I have posted a link to the video! So if you want to listen while reading the ending, then go ahead!
Enjoy! (Hopefully)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my characters and plot.
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Thunder roared like a wild lion in the African Savannas.
The wind howled as if it were in pain.
Lightening quickly scattered across the dark clouds before it disappeared again.
Glass was shattered to a million pieces while the bed sheets were attacked to shreds. Everything was either broken or destroyed to the point that it could not be fixed. The window was left open and the harsh winds blew the thin, white curtains.
The curtains had signal for surrender and Arno couldn't help but agree.
There was a fresh pool of blood around Arno and his hands desperately clutched the body. His fingers were bare and sickly felt the warm, sticky blood clinging to his skin. The assassin was prepared for many things like close combat with his enemies or jumping from roof to roof knowing a small misstep would end his life. He was prepared for many things, but there was one thing he was never prepared for.
And that was death.
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A little girl firmly held her mother's hand as she was lightly pulled through the busy market. People were screaming and shoving each other to reach the stands for food. She heard many voices flowing around her and she could detect some anger or frustration in the crowd. She thought this atmosphere would calm down since the monarchy was gone. She thought life in France would get better yet it seemed the same to her.
People were angry.
People were tired.
People were stressed
And people were scared.
"Catherine," her mother called out. The young girl snapped her small head up to see her mother's blue eyes. "Let us leave quickly. We have everything we need, fortunately."
She nodded. "Yes, maman."
Her mother managed to escape the chaotic market scene without any problems. Her basket was filled with some needed food like bread and fruits. Catherine remained quiet and eyed the rubble pavement that was dark and dirty. Everything in France remained the same since the King died. The streets were silent and the buildings looked as if they would crumble into dust if a person threw a pebble at it.
There were people begging for money or food. Their clothing wrinkling and ripped with holds in various places. The place smelled like a dead animal after it was attacked and left to rot. The gray, thick clouds blocked the beautiful sun from shining down on France. It covered the country with gloom and despair and Catherine missed seeing the sun with her own hazel eyes. It was bright and the sun's warmth kissed her soft, porcelain skin.
