Nation Assassination

Chapter Twenty-Three

Remember when i said chaining Jean is two miles way over the line? Well what i just saw was a jump over the next two or three lines if they had existed.

"Mother. Fucker." I seethed as i ran at whatever moved first. I felt the friction on my shoulder as i slammed into someone... I wasn't sure who or what it was, but it wheeled back in fear when i drew a long-bladed knife from my boot and pressed it to the throat of a marauder coming up behind me.

It was as if we were frozen in time, nobody dared to move. Not even the marauders who didn't have a knife at their throat or a wall at their back. I didn't even dare to move, despite my growing rage.

I narrowed my eyes at the enemy in front of me and kept my hand steady and the blade balanced to the throat of the one in front of me.

Any sudden move on their part would cause two immediate loses to their ranks, but in my peripheral vision, and to my growing horror and doubt, i could see the barrel of a shiny, silver pistol pointing at my temple.

Four of us were having a stand off, just like you would see in a pirate movie where they all point guns at each other on the boat. But this was real. The adrenaline mixed with the stillness and tension in the air made me almost twitch... Suspense was never my strong suit.

Just before i jolted back my armed hand, my thought was: If it's gonna happen, it better happen now.

I jerked back my hand and cut open the throat of the man behind my with a sickening slicing sound, then ducked as i put my hand forward to cut open the stomach of the man in front of me. My front was stained red as his warm blood soaked my coat.

I heard the gunfire just before i slashed at the man in front of me, which was my cue to duck.

I wheeled around and turned to face the man with the gun head on, my knife steady in my hand. I took a quick, sideways glance at Jean and tears pricked into my eyes. If i'm to die today, I wish i could have told him something very important. Something he deserved to know. But i couldn't do that if i let this bag of meat and waste of air put me down.

It was time to bring back something i have tried to forget for a long time: Bandit.

That is, with a few new modifications. This Bandit will be proudly wearing a coat with the Nation Assassination symbol across the back. This Bandit will not be fighting to survive, but fighting to live. This Bandit will wield a trusty, long blade dagger. This Bandit will not kill mercilessly, but will kill fiercely.

This Bandit is no longer the deceitful Bandit of Ameron. This Bandit is now Mercy Anxo, not the girl who abandoned her family, but the girl who shall defend her new family and friends.

"Come on girly, put the knife down." The man said with a sickening smile, "You wouldn't want your boyfriend to lose a finger, would you?" He asked as he started to walk over to Jean.

"Don't you dare!" I hissed and bolted over to the unconscious Jean, crouching over him with my dagger in my hand, ready to jab at anyone who drew near.

The attacker drew back a few steps, startled at my movement.

"I. Dare. You." I growled as he took a step forward.

I put on my most threatening voice, glaring at him with such a glare, even the hardened assassins at the NA would tremble.

This man was no exception. He paused in his tracks and wavered, which was just enough time for me to raise my blade to the perfect height.

It was as if there was a pause in time where i had an opening. I flicked my wrist and sent the dagger forward, the handle leaving my fingers as it zoomed through the air, landing into its intended target with a grotesque sort of thud.

The man fell onto the ground with a heavy crash. I walked over to him, or at least, his body. His eyes were wide open in fear and in shock, his mouth also hung agape, and a now bloodied knife handle protruding from his throat.

I was busy awarding myself a job-well-done as i was interrupted in my glory by someone knocking on the door.