Nation Assassination

Chapter 3

The voice laughed as i spun around.

"You really can't see me? I'm right here you know." He laughed again.

I turned to where i guessed the voice was coming from, but nothing was there... but at one time i could tell something was. Just as my eyes had landed on a shadow, it had vanished and moved to another spot without a sound.

It looked as if the shadow was sitting in a chair, but there was no solid body there, and there wasn't an indent in the chair to indicate it had been sat in recently.

"Where are you? Show yourself...you coward!" I yelled and pulled the pistols from my belt.

"Now, why would i want to show myself if i am going to have guns pointed at me?"

"Wait a minute... If I can only see your shadow then you must be.... Up. " I said and looked to the ceiling.

I saw a tall man dressed in a odd looking green trench coat balanced on the support beams. As I looked up, he jumped down. His coat made a soft whooshing noise, then his boots made a soft thud on the floor as he landed... Albeit almost completely silently.

"Who are you?  What do you want?" I asked him and aimed my pistols, one at his head and one at his chest.

"Tsk tsk tsk" he mused. "It would be a shame if you where to shoot me... A high ranking member of the NA." He said with arrogance lacing his voice.

"What's the NA?" I asked and lowered my pistols, but only slightly.

His jaw seemed to drop before he began to explain, although vaguely. "The NA is a group of high end assassins who's main goal is to be rid of the raider organization. We strive for silence, speed, agility... And of course, success."

He paused for a moment, before asking me "Why are you here?  Alive, I mean. Your obviously not one of them."

"I honestly don't know. I tried to fight back when they raided my village... But I only was able to kill one before I fucked up and got myself knocked out." I told him, lowering my guns to my sides... But not putting them away just yet.

"Who do you work for?" He said in a hushed tone, backing me against the wall.

"N-Nobody! I swear it..." I gasped.

"Fine then.... Who trained you?" He asked again, this time with more force.

"Trained?"  I asked. "You must be stupid... I'm only nineteen!" I told him.

"I've seen assassins under fourteen before. And I'll ask again... Don't you dare lie to me... Who trained you?"

"Nobody!" I yelled at him, drawing attention from the brutes outside.

"Dammit! Let's go." He told me and threw a rope with a hook on the end towards the ceiling, hooking it securely on a support beam.

"Go where?" I asked him, just as the door was opened by one of the big, bumbling men.

"Up." He said and grabbed my waist, swinging himself and I onto the rope and towards the support beams.

The men hadn't seen us, and they all did what I did: looked around the room, never thinking to look up. The man shrugged and walked back out, shutting the door behind him.

"Your coming back to the NA with me. You killed one of the raiders foot men, and I know your the only one who could have shot the Vice." He said as he pulled up the rope.

"But I'm not an assassin!  Nobody trained me and I only killed the raiders out of rage... I watched people die because of them, you know." I told him.

"We've all seen people die because of the raiders." He said and looked at me, sadness in his eyes.  "But what anyone has never seen... Is a dead Vice. The man you shot... No, perforated, was a Vice. He was the head leader of this specific camp... I was sent here to kill him... But it seems that you've already done my job for me."

"But he mocked me while I was holding pistols at close range, after shooting my best friend in front of me. Of course I shot him!" I whisper yelled at him, not to alert the men again.

He looked me up and down for a moment, then laughed. "Well, your short, petite and skinny. You look pretty easy to underestimate."

"And you look like an asshole." I growled and crossed my arms, tucking my guns back into my waistband.

"Asshole or not, your coming with me to the NA. Boss man would love to meet you... Maybe even get you on our side?" He asked.

"I doubt it... Because I'm not going!" I told him and started walking away across the beam.

After a few steps I slipped, and I thought I was going to fall... But he stepped forward and caught me by the arm.

"Well, your certainly going to need training. Your balance is terrible." He laughed.

"Yep, your an asshole." I told him as I brushed myself off.

"again, asshole or not... We need to get going." He told me and grabbed my wrist.

I jerked away, taking a step backwards. "I don't even know your name... And your an assassin!  I'm not going anywhere with you." I growled.

"The names Rochester. Jean Rochester. You are?" He said sarcastically holding out his hand.

"Mercy Anxo." I said and sarcastically shook his hand.

"Wait... Isn't that Galacian?" He asked.

"Yeah I guess so. My dad was from Spain." I shrugged.

"It means Angel, if you were wondering." He told me.

We heard loud yells and screams from the basement. "The Vice is dead!  Can out a search!"

"And how do we get to the NA?" I asked Jean.

"Right this way, my dear lady." He said and grinned, leaning to the side and pointing both arms towards the window.

"Your insane." I told him.

"I know" he chuckled, before grabbing me by the waist again and recklessly jumping through the glass of the window.