Catch Me If You Can (On hold)

~Chapter 2~Back on my feet

She hissed as she saw in the dim light that the sword bearer was a bandit, probably a mercenary, she thought, hired to keep an eye on her while she was unconscious. Or he may have just been in this particular cave at this particular moment. Unfortunately for him, he was. Unfortunately for the Khajiit, dispatching of him took a bit longer than she wanted, especially since her weapons were practically in front of her. The bandit had taken them from her while she was unaware. And her clothes.

She stared deep into his light eyes, studying him...studying how she would kill him.

Slit his throat? No, that would require her to disarm him first. She had no idea how experienced this guy was. If he was quick enough to know what she was intending to do, he may react. She wanted to get her weapons back, of course, but she would have to kill him first to retrieve them.

She went back to studying him. He had light blond hair, blue eyes...obviously a Nord. But this little kitten didn't like Nords.

She spoke first: "Are you just going to stand here all day or are you going to kill me?" Her tone taunting him. She decided angering him may make him attack un-carefully and give her an opportunity to strike the finishing blow. But instead, he kept his cool.

"Silence, cat. If you want to keep that funny tongue of yours you'd be wise to spare me your sarcastic comments."

Oh, so this is how you're going to play it. Good, show me your true colours. It will make killing you more amusing.

She sighed dramatically, making herself seem scared. Although she was now completely the opposite. While she was unconscious-she knew not how long-she had missed out on a good killing. She was blood thirsty since the day she knew how to swing a sword.

"O-Okay," she pretended. "B-But please, don't hurt me!" She was a good actress when the situation demanded it. And it seemed to be working.

"Heheh. Wait until the Boss sees you. He's going to pay good money for you, my pretty little kitten..." His eyes broke the everlasting death stare and trailed downwards, and for the first time, he studied her. She had to hold back from ripping his dirty eyes out of their sockets for just a bit longer...

After he was done with his filthy thoughts, he lowered the sword. Her sword. The fact he also had her sword made her want to kill him more. The urge to lash out was building stronger.

"Come," he finally said. "The Boss wants to speak to you."

He sheathed her sword, pulled out a lantern and lead her down a tunnel just outside of the area she woke up in. Torches lit the way, and odd gold pieces were strewn on the ground. Obviously she was in a bandit's cave.

She was lead into a larger cave with a bridge in the middle of it, leading up to a higher level of rocks. That must have been where the "Boss" was. Looking around, she noticed that a small waterfall was at the back of the cave, giving off the sound of water crashing against rocks that filled the stone halls. She could only see three torches in the whole room, but she didn't exactly need a bright light to see well: she was a cat, for Talos' sake.

Her feet, bare and bleeding, were the only thing between her and a dusty floor, now stepping onto the old floorboards of the bridge. She walked at the same pace as the Nord, not exactly wanting to keep up, but even though she was confident she could kill him, she didn't want to bet on it too much, seeing as he had armour and her weapons. Of course, she was a trained killer, a professional, but she couldn't just throw away her life that easily. A professional knows when they should and shouldn't fight.

The Boss's room, lit dimly, had a desk in the middle of it, where he sat. He was looking down at a piece of paper on the oak table, not at his visitors.

Pfft, yeah, because why would he give me the pleasure of seeing his beautiful eyes?

She herself was a sarcastic bastard sometimes, and even though she voiced her thoughts and opinions on you truthfully, she had the right mind not to let her tongue slip. Even though sometimes it seemed she was careless and big-mouthed, she was wise.

She looked at the Boss, his short dark hair reflecting what little light illuminated the room. The walls were made of board, and at the back she could see a table made from lesser wood, birch perhaps. She took note of a grand chest and a small knapsack sitting on the table.

Maybe where my belongings are kept... She thought. She made it another side mission to retrieve what ever was in that chest before she left this dank place, whether the contents were hers or not-who said an assassin couldn't be a thief?

The Boss was a bandit chief, she could tell, just by looking at the clothes he was wearing. Compared to the Nord, he was a king. This Redguard had a steel plate helmet hooked under his arm and a war hammer lying next to him. Steel boots covered his feet, and on his hands, leather gloves. Next to the war hammer was a shiv and a coin purse, which almost invited the Khajiit to take them. If she needed a quick escape-if this went badly, of course she wouldn't be leaving without her stuff- she would grab them and run. It was better than nothing.

Finally, the Boss spoke.

"What reason do you have to disturb me, Garret?" His words were like stone being scratched against steel, serious, and had a certain ring to it.

"The cat," he replied, as if she wasn't there to hear. "She's alive."

At this point the Chief looked up from what looked like a scroll. She decided that if she made it out alive, she would also be taking that, just for good measure.

His dark eyes glanced over at the cat, realising she had nothing but her fur to protect her from the world, and unwanted attention. He at least had the decency to offer her some rags to cover up. This act of kindness made her urge to slaughter everyone in the room just that little bit softer.

After donning the rags, it was now her turn to speak: "Yes, I am alive. And I would appreciate a full explanation as to why I am here."

The Nord laughed, but after the Boss sternly bore his piercing eyes into his skull, he quickly decided to shut the hell up.

Thank Talos, she thought, now that little twat won't be saying much more soon.

"Well, my dear," the Chief said finally after scaring the Nord to a pale colour. "I believe you should be entitled to know, since you have been kind enough as to not kill my servant. Of course, I know that you could have easily done it, since you are an assassin." The word rolled off of his tongue like a snake's.

How in Oblivion did he know?!