Shadow Keepers (Unedited)

Twelve: Assassins and The Council

    I drove home trying my best to keep the speed limit, and look like any normal person heading home after work. Not like a White Flame Shadow Keeper that’s seriously pissed off and is about to exploded, literately. I parked my car in the garage, closed the garage door and sprinted up the steps. I opened the door and stepped in… only to dodge an attack from a cloaked figure. The figure takes another swing at me; I dodge again. I take a breath to get my bearings.

Figure: cloaked in assassin garb, five’ ten, right handed

Eyes: Blue

Weakness: Left side, favors right leg

Weapons: Sword, three hidden knives, a dozen poison ji’rens, strangle cord,

 

Me-

Armor- none

          Clothing- Leather jacket, White T-shirt, jeans and boots

          Weapons- two boot daggers, a dozen throwing stars, two daggers under jacket, and my Power

          Plan- fake right to punch weaker side, kick knee caps in, slash sword arm just below the elbow, fall with enemy, land on enemy’s diaphragm with knee, place dagger on throat

 

 Summary—me with minimal weapons, against a blue eyed, tall, right handed, decked out assassin… Oh goody.

 

It takes me all of four seconds to figure all that out, and with my plan in mind I go in for the kill, well I won’t actually kill him… yet. I do believe in fair chances.

I run at him, jump over a blow aimed for my legs, fake a punch to his right side ribs, and like I suspected he moves so his left side is unprotected. I slam my fist into his ribs feeling them break, his eyes glaze in pain and he takes a step back, turning towards me. I kick his knee caps resulting in him falling, I slide a blade out of my boot and cut his sword arm and fall with him. He lands on the ground and only has a tenth of a second to take a breath before my full weight lands on his diaphragm and my blade rests at his neck.

I release the breath I was holding.

“Whom do you serve?” I say pressing the blade deeper. He doesn’t answer but his eyes flicker to something on my right side.

“Smart assassins never travel alone.” Etheron’s words echo in my mind.

I wait for the strike. The other moves quick and quietly. I know they are no fools, they know what they are hunting and they know the blow must be quick. What they don’t know is that I am cursed; I can never die.

I feel the Ji’ren pierce the skin of my neck; I can feel the flow of the poison entering my blood stream. It burns and my vision starts to go, but I do not cry out, instead I create a blade with my flames and run the other assassin through. I pull the Ji’ren out; the poison and my blood seep over my hand. My breathing is becoming labored. With my waning strength I summon Gillian to my side. Within a matter of moments he is there with Miogh and Simon, my Shadow Elf. Just before my vision fades completely, I see silver eyes and hear a voice as smooth as a river stone.

Then black.

I can’t believe it. I can feel my eyes burn and water. She, she’s gone. My trainer is dead.

“Oliver.” I hear my name but I can’t seem to move I just hold her in my arms and pray that the gods have mercy on her soul.

“Oliver. Oliver look at me.” The voice demands and I snap. I only allowed Katie to command me.