one-shots

Imagine 3

You sit on your knees, holding your bleeding side. No one stabs you and get's away with it. You put one hand on the ground supporting yourself and keep your gaze on the ground, or let's say, the kings footsteps.

You know that the other assassin, aka your worst enemy, is also creeping around in the castle. You don't want him to see you like this, he'll just make fun of you like he always does. You see the kings footsteps coming closer to you.

"Look at You, kneeling for me like you should" you hear the kings disgusting voice saying. An ugly laugh escapes his lips and you feel your blood boiling for revenge.

You slowly drag the hand that's on your bleeding side to your hip and when the king is only mere centimeters away from you, you grab your second dagger that's snapped on your outer thigh and stand up pushing it in his heart.

You lean on him falling down on the ground, pushing the dagger further in his heart. But when you look up you see something you never expected to see.

Your enemy's arrow between the kings dirty green eyes. You gasp feeling two gloved hands gently grabbing you from behind, picking you up. You push the hands away, stumbling forwards and quickly turning around knowing who's hands they are.

You never seem to forget. There he is, standing in his black assassin clothes with a bow in his left hand.
"Don't. Touch. Me." You say, your side burning more and more.
"I don't need your help".
His dark eyes are locked at your wounded side.

He puts his empty hand in his pocket and throws you a cloth, painkillers known only to assassin and lastly the magic ointment that can heal everything. Only a few of those exist, they are rare. He turns around slowly walking, towards the door. Before he steps out the door he calmly says: "I got him first"