League of Assassins

Prolouge

"The target has been spotted," Terra Friar whispered to her comrades.

"Should we attack, Captain?" Darien Friar, Terra's twin brother, asked the young woman standing next to him.

"No. Blend, follow him inside, corner him," she responded dully.

They had been hovering around the small town for hours. The target had hid quite successfully from her Squad. She had yet to get her hands on him, which made her slightly more aggravated with every passing second.

At the moment, they were standing on the roof of the apartment complex the target had been said to live in.

"Roger," Darien grunted as he unfurled his feathery, beige wings.

Terra followed him with a sigh, and they both disappeared over the edge of the building.

Their brooding captain took it upon herself to watch them drop down and fade into the gray concrete of the sidewalk. Seeing as she couldn't see them, but for their blurred outlines, she entered Terra's mind and watched from her eyes.

Their target, a man in his mid-twenties named Connor Young. Completely oblivious to the blended beings following him, he climbed up two flights of stairs to his apartment. He unlocked the door and entered, closing it and locking the three deadbolts on the door behind him. Which, of course, did nothing to stop them from entering behind him.

Connor had turned on the over head light, casting a warm glow around the living room. It was painted a soft yellow with light carpet. Terra took it upon herself to walk further into the apartment. She closed all of the window blinds silently and slinked back to Darien's side.

Connor removed his shoes, set them by the door, and sighed with relief.

Not even a second after, Darien materialized and covered Connor's mouth before he could scream. Terra, grinning wickedly, materialized right in Connor's face, causing him to give out a muffled scream.

"What a cozy home," Terra smirked, as she watched her twin forcefully shove Connor to his knees.

"Let's hope that there won't be too much blood everywhere at the end of this," Darien's navy blue eyes glinted dangerously.

"Boss? Do you want us to dispose of him?" Terra's soft voice rung out in her thoughts.

"Of course not. I want to do it myself," Their captain replied.

"As always, Cap," Terra replied.

Their captain phased through the ceiling and landed gracefully on the carpet of Connor's living room.

"Hello there, Connor Young. Do you know why we're here?" She asked softly.

"N-no..." He stuttered.

"Hmm...well, let me refresh your inadequate memory," she said. "You, a mere human, killed a moderately high ranking Demon. Do you remember how you did it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Connor yelled.

"Really? You don't remember killing a Rank Four Demon?" The captain had inched closer towards him with every word.