Time Astral | Sirius Black

3||The Assassin

Two years later, 

July 31st, 1995

Blood caked her fingernails. And her hood, and her face perhaps.

It was nothing new, not for Alasia Serpens who had been appointed the job of Prime's assassin here in Muggle capitals. The entire country, more like, she was the third to the Prime.

Rhen Holster, her outranker, by being second to the Prime was standing in front of her. Ghost of a smile on his face. She rolled her eyes.

"Do we really need to do this?"

He looked up, ice blue eyes meeting emerald ones. "I insist, LayLay. She did ask to use no daggers."

"I don't like this machinery." Indeed she didn't. Guns and Pistols were faster - efficient, yes sure. But she still preferred her knives greatly over those rebellions.

"Come on." Rhen grinned. "Just an aim for the head and it's done. Or do you fear your shot to be terrible?"

Alasia glared. Her shot was anything but terrible. And she showed him exactly that by picking the gun from the holster and placing it in front of her eyes.

She momentarily missed those earmuffs they were always forced to wear during practice. Especially when the gunshot was so loud, her poor ears rang for a good minute. But like she said, nothing new.

It had been happening for four years now. Deaths, deaths and more deaths. Four years of unending agony for Alasia and four years of endless amusement for Rhen.

The shot was precise and right between the brows of the man in front of them. His face contorted in a forever remaining begging expression. She resisted the urge to heave her guts.

"Feeling bad for the old guy?"

Alasia shook her disgust and looked up at Rhen with a drop of what anger was inside of her. "Be lucky you outrank me or I would've gutted you with my bare hands."

Rhen laughed, "You shouldn't feel so lucky then."

"I should." She merely hummed. "There is no way you'd beat me in a brawl."

"Want to find out?"

She huffed. "There's no time for it, Holster. And you know it. Prime wants us to report immediately and I've had enough on my hands the past few weeks."

"Aw, need some talk therapy?"

Alasia only flipped him off and walked out of the warehouse. Footsteps following her as she climbed on the pipe outside the adjacent house, jumping on the roof as she begun to run with swiftness of a panther.

The only sign that Rhen was somewhere nearby was swish of his cloak, both of them trained enough to not let a flicker of sound leave.

When it was clear that they were in safe territory and that whoever found their master's dead body won't come running off towards them, not sure they would considering all his sentries were dead. Killed by single blows by Alasia and Rhen. Only then, did Alasia take a deep breath, after all that running.

"My break started yesterday - yet - yet, you called me here for this mission. This is the last I'll be seeing off you till September, do not bother me for a month. I'm sure you can handle some teeny weeny kills by the Prime yourself."

Rhen smirked. "Of course I can, you're only here for a little amusement."

Alasia smirked back knowingly. They both knew Rhen had only been appointed second because he had been there for around fifteen years now and Alasia had come around later. He had the support - but she had the talent.