Hello world of wattpad. This is the prologue of my story The Assassin. Just so you all know, it will be a while until chapter 1 is up, if I upload at all. The reason I am posting this is to gauge the reaction of this community to the story.
The Assassin ~ The Prologue
A burning moon hid behind thick swathes of grey hanging from the night sky.Thunder reverberated against the houses that flashed in the sudden light.For the moment, the streets below were empty and had only the sound of the rain crashing to the ground below.A small street lamp glowed brightly despite the darkness surrounding it.Rain drops were highlighted in the circle lit from the bulb.
Running from an alleyway, a cloaked figure ran to the shelter of a porch.They knocked roughly on the wooden door, trying to get the attention of the people inside.The door creaked as it swung open, and the light of candles fell upon the shadowed face, revealing the face of an old woman.Her eyes were dark, almost black, as they peered through the pale, wrinkled skin sagging around them.Red lips parted as she spoke.
"It is time..." she whispered to the man who had opened the door.From under her cloak, she pulled out a bag with a red cross stitched into the side of the leather."Where is she?"
The man led her through the dark corridor, floorboards creaking.Smoke from the candles along the walls filled their noses as they walked to the end of the hallway.A flickering light came from the bottom of the door.He hesitated as he reached for the handle and opened the door.
"You are sure Alexi will be alright?"His face was dark with fear as he turned back to the old woman, "Doctor Giamatti, I need your assurance with this... my wife, she is weak..."
"All will be good, Marcus.Just stay with her through this, and she will be fine."Doctor Giamatti reached for the door handle and turned it, pushing into the room with Marcus following behind her."Hello Alexi.Are you ready to bring this baby into the world?"Her voice was full of cheerfulness that had been completely absent only seconds ago.
The woman, who was lying on a bed surrounded by candles, smiled in reply, ignoring the pain filling her expanded lower abdomen.A small path led from the entrance of the room to the bed, which the doctor quickly walked through.
She placed her bag on the table near the foot of the bed and opened it to reveal numerous tools made of silvery metal.Most were sharp and glinted in the light, but some were pointed and made of a whitish stone near the tip.Doctor Giamatti worked quickly, her speed increasing with the woman's screams.
No one in that room new the fate of the baby girl who would take her first breath that dark night, or the fate of her mother, who would take her last.Some say that the first death the child caused led to her future.Others say it was the storm and darkness that filled that ominous night.More say it was words whispered by the cloaked doctor as she tended to the newborn while the father mourned his loss.In fact, he mourned so deeply that the child inadvertently caused yet another death that night.He died, drowning on his own tears.
The old woman smiled as she left the house, carrying the baby girl under the folds of her wrap.She quickly walked back through the alley towards the street on the other side.A building was hidden in the shadows of newer, taller buildings.Letters from a sign littered the ground near the entrance.The sign still read 'M Cal st r's O ph ne' in the flashing light.
Crying, the baby flailed at the cloth covering her.The doctor whispered quietly to her as she knocked on the door and waited.When the door opened, the man who answered was stark contrast to the father of the child.This man had scars lining his face and arms, as well as places that were covered by black pants and a torn undershirt.His blue eyes were not welcoming, instead harsh, and weary.Short, blonde hair spiked upward, but was now battered down by the rain as he leaned forward to take the child the doctor held out to him.The girl's wet, black hair clung to the weathered fingers as she slept.He nodded as he shut the door to the outside world, and the storm that filled it with that sense of doom.
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The Assassin
ActionAn orphaned baby is given to a mysterious man who then trains her throughout her childhood, but with no explanation as to why. Will her training be enough when she goes into the profession she was raised for? Or is there something not even her train...
