The Conviction

Chapter 3 - The Composé

The wind was roaring by as the air was violently torn out of her lungs and she catapulted towards the ground hundreds of feet below, the sound of running water filling her lungs as she grinned, laughing with pure joy. That is, until she was pulled under the water with a loud splash that echoed in the caverns.

There was no noise other than the roaring waterfall seeping into the catacombs below, its power apparent from afar. After fair portion of time, a gasping, choking breath was heard as a hooded figure emerged from beneath the surface. She looked up the way she had come, and shook her head, somehow seeing something in the darkness of the never ending tunnels.

A shrieking, hysterical, terrified girl, thrashing and screaming as she fell, hit the water moments later, just as the other pulled herself out, feeling the water seep out of her robes and splatter upon the ground. The second practically leaped out of the water, scrambling for any form of land to cling onto. In a flawless, swift motion, a third hooded affiliate of the group whisked by them in a perfect leap of faith, landing in the water easily, barely staying below after he landed.

The only light that came through the open hatch vanished as it squeaked closed, metal grinning and gears turning until it was hidden once more. No non-member of their Brotherhood would enter from there at the very least. Not without the proper tools, intellect, and fellowship within their guild.

The second female, clad in blue, sprawled out on the ground and coughed, her lungs aching as the water that flooded her lungs was expelled; violently so, while the first, resembling the greatest Assassin that had ever lived, crouched by her friend's fallen form. She laughed, and patted her friend's back fondly, trying to assist, despite her joy. "You good, Sam?"

The male scoffed, pulling himself out of the water with a small grunt as he perched himself on the edge, rinsing out his clothes. "She's fine, milady. Leave her be." Scott Lucason pulled off his boots, turning them upside down and watching the liquid slip through the seams and back to the place of its origin. "I swear, you third world country members are severely lacking in common sense! I almost regret being transferred in from London!"

"Shut up!" Ashley barked, slapping his wet hair with a smack to send him tumbling back into the water. He did not reemerge for some time, though neither of the girls seemed to mind. Nobody truly minded Scott; if anything, his presence was a welcome annoyance in the minds of the girls.

Sam slowly walked to the edge, peering over it with a facial expression that displayed a million forms of disinterest. "Should we get him?" She asked, lacking the genuine concern any ordinary person would most likely have.

It was Ash's turn to scoff. "Nope. He can get lost in the abandoned corridors of the catacombs that I bothered to actually map out." She grinned at the water below, as it bubbled and rippled softly. The Assassin lunged at the two girls who shrieked, dodging his advances and laughing when he smacked the cobblestone flooring once more. "Real smooth, Scotland." She said teasingly, reaching down and pulling the tortured soul up to his feet once more, ready to mock him.

Sammy beat her to it. "Should've let you drown." The blue clad Assassin grinned, raising her hands in mock surrender. "Your blood would be on her hands anyways. She's stupid."

"-Hey!"

"-Damn straight, Reynolds." Scott declared, tearing his hand out of hers. "It's a miracle you're still alive, Ashley, what with your completely irritating personality and horrid social habits." She scowled, walking off into the darkened tunnels, irked by his rather cruel banter.

Fire, out of nowhere, suddenly illuminated the age old torches in the corridor, shocking her poor confused companions as they stared at her in shock. "My 'horrid social habits' just lit up the entire passageway without me batting an eye." She retorted, smirking as she darted into the tunnel, sprinting her way down and following the paths she knew like the back of her hands, scarred as they were.