Abrielle raced through the streets, her double bladed spear in its sleek sheath on her back. She kicked off the wall of a building and grabbed hold of a metal ladder a few feet above it, she scaled it and catapulted herself onto the rooftop landing in a crouch. Her eyes scanned the roof and caught sight of a flap of a black jacket disappearing around the corner. Abrielle's eyes narrowed and she darted across the rooftop and around the corner in pursuit. The man she was chasing was named Neil Flint, and had been seen intercepting civilian letters and burning them for the past week. Abrielle had tracked him to his large rich condo where he lived alone, just as she had entered the condo he had fled. She was now chasing him down to question, then to dispose of him once and for all.
Abrielle finally cornered the man at the edge of the roof, she closed in on him and backed him up against the of the small brick fence along it. "P..please!" He begged. Abrielle ignored him, she had heard this all before. "L..listen! Please, you're a very beautiful women and im sure we could reach some kind of....agreement." The man's tone turned seductive. Abrielle tasted ash, but she now had a hook to get herself the information she needed, it was so easy. Not to mention he was probably drunk considering the empty bottles she found in his trash the day before.
So Abrielle faked a seductive smile and stalked closer to him and said "I knew i could count on you....you know how to treat a women." The man smiled back stupidly, instantly buying it, he started grabbing at her belt but before he could get far she slipped one of her daggers from its sheath in her boot. She brought it up in between his legs and held it there. The man gasped and let go of her belt. "You filthy whore." He spat. Abrielle tsked him while shaking her head. "You think a man who was about to have his balls chopped off would be a little more polite."
The man growled and made a grab for her throat but Abrielle was faster and she whipped out a slightly longer knife and pinned his wrist against the wall behind him with the knife through it. The man screamed in pain, she twisted the knife a little and he wailed as the blood trickled down into the sleeve of his expensive shirt. "Now, you're going to give me the information I want, or your going to have one less apendage, and personally." She twisted the knife in his wrist in a little more, making the man yowl. "I don't care which." The man breathed heavily for a bit. "Clock's ticking Neil, I don't want to be here all day, and you'll be wanting to get back to that vast porn collection you have waiting for you back home." She said this partly to strike fear into him about how much she really knew about him, and partly to give him the illusion that she would let him live.
The man breathed in again. "O...ok. I'll tell you what I know...and..and if i do...you...will...let me go?" he asked shakily. Abrielle smiled. "Of course..Neil." "I...I dont beleive you! Swear!" He stuttered out. Abrielle's smile widened "I swear on my father's grave." She said with pretended seriousness. The man nodded. "A..alright. For the past 4 weeks i've been showin up at the post office and takin all the letters back to get rid of em." "On who's orders?" Abrielle demanded. "The Emporer's council a course." He said. "Any reasons they gave you behind these actions?" Abrielle asked. "No, they told me nothin!" He said. Abrielle sighed and twisted the knife. The man screamed. Abrielle lifted his chin up and raised her eyebrows. "Al..alright! They said they neeeded to keep civilians separated and in check! That..that they were gettin too comfortable! They talked of separatin strong family ties! And, they promised me loads of cash if i did it! Thats all! Thats all I know I swear!" The man began sobbing. Abrielle grabbed his chin and looked him in the eyes, all she saw left in them was fear, nothing more she could squeeze out of his tiny brain. Abrielle released his face and yanked the knife from his wrist. The man slid to the ground shaking.
Abrielle cleaned her blade and slid both knives back into their sheaths, glad she could finally remove her pretty knife from the man's genitals. The man looked up at her "Th..thank..you.." he said shaking still. Abrielle smiled. "Oh, I wouldnt be thanking me." She said. The man looked confused. "But..." He began. Abrielle laughed coldly "Did you really think I would let you live?" Realization hit the man's face. "You swore! Your father!" He choked out. Abrielle continued smiling and when she spoke her voice was as cold as her eyes. "My father is probably safe in some slum drunk off his ass,and barley enough cash to pay whatever stripper he bought to keep him company for the night, doing the same thing he's been doing since he sold my mother and I into slavery.." Pure fear entered the man's eyes then and he begged for mercy as Abrielle slid her spear from its sheath and drove it through his heart, then she withdrew her knife. Abrielle closed her eyes for a moment of the dead like she was taught. Then she cleaned her blade and dumped an odor masking oil over the body to erase her scent on it,as well as a preservation oil, so people would only find it about a week after it had been lying here, and it would appear newly dead.
Abrielle sheathed her spear and walked away from the body, she was about to leap over the edge of the roof when she heard a familiar voice call out to her from behind. "Well, that was a bit dramatic wasnt it?"
(Ok thats the end of chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed :) I should have the next chapter up in a few days. Ideas are appreciated!!)
