The Midnight Assassin

Chapter 2

MIDNAS POV

"Get out of the shackles" Blade barked, removing the blindfold cast around my eyes.

I blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim light.

I could feel cold chains wrapped all around me, suspending me in air above the ground.

Oh by about... You know, 10 metres.

So I kinda might die if I fall...

No pressure.

Instantly I tried to jiggle my hand to where my belt was, of course the sword was gone.

So were all my weapons.

And now my shiny brown hair fell all around me.

Shifting my gaze I tried to see how tight the chain was, doing a quick estimation.

For years Blade had taught me how to contract my muscles, how to contract myself and squeeze into tight spaces. And don't get me started on my flexibility.

Hunching my shoulders forward slightly and tensing the well-built muscles across my body the shackles shifted.

I tensed and un-tensed the muscles in a rhythmically smooth pattern, just like I was shown before.

The chains reacted to the movement, freeing my arms and hands, but my hands were handcuffed together.

I spat a few times on my wrist to loosen the handcuffs, gross. I know.

But assassins have to do what they have to do.

The handcuffs slid hesitantly off and I chucked them aside lazily, grabbing the chain and climbing up until I wasn't upside down anymore.

Shaking my hips so perfectly that would make guys swoon, the shackles swept from my hips and down my legs, freeing my previous-constricted body.

Blade smiled, "Good. Now a challenge, jump and do the roll I showed you last week."

Uh oh. I hated that roll, I always thought I would snap my neck.

Shoving my excuses deep deep down in my throat I jumped down, twisting a bit to slow the impact down before bending with perfect timing and rolling, my bones shuddering from the impact.

I jumped up, smiling before hopping around insanely, murmuring "Ow ow ow. Ow ow. Ouch!" And crouching to the ground, keeping my kegs extended in the air as my bones tried to calm down.

My mentor strode over, his features blank. That was one thing I hated about Blade: he could rearrange his face into on of the most neutral faces in history.

Which I have not mastered. Nor with controlling my temper...

Blade crossed his arms, his face neutral, "You'll get use to the pain when you practice more."

"More? I have to do that again?" I whined, "Nuh-uh. Get someone else to be your successor!"

"I tried" he started, "And you killed him when you found out."

"Well... Fine I'll keep practicing." I huffed. Yeah it was true I got slightly jealous a few years ago, when I told Blade to get a new successor. And he did...

But anyway, it's called the past for a reason.

There was a sharp knock at the door, I turned. Staring up at that massive oaken arched entry that had become so familiar, "Enter" Blade demanded, his dark grey eyes looking directly at the person who opened the door.

"Leader," the man started, kneeling with respect.

Ugh it was another low level trainee.

The Assassins guild is divided into groups spread across the world, this just happens to be the main place. Right in the heart of Ilreya.

There was the Court, lead by our leader, Blade.

Under that the were the medics and potion masters, the trainees and the trainers. I was a trainee. But I was the only trainee to be taught by Blade.

Well the only Trainee that has lived...

The Court was run by 8 assassins of a variability, the best in the world most likely.

Or the best to be trained by the Assassins Guild.

Under us were the masters, not quite to our level.

Then there were the spies and soldiers guarding the Assassins Guild, which was basically a giant castle. Although not quite as large as the kings castle, which was a days horse ride away.

Then there were the Trainees and the people asking to be trained.

In the Assassins Court we are given names. For example we discard our old name, whether it was our true name or not. Secrets are always kept here.

There was 'The Shining Blades', shortened to Blade. Blade was named after the shine his blades posses before slicing their victim apart.

'Suffocation From Nickles', the second in command. Named after the weird way he kills his targets; trapping them, pinning them up and then shoving nickels down their throat until they choke and die. He is called Kel, who is like my second-mentor and second-father. Blade is like my father.

I never knew my parents, sometimes I get glimpses in my dreams; a flash of hair. An extended hand.

Then there is me, 'The Midnight Assassin', Midna. Which was a great honour to be named by Blade himself, and therefore uses the same styles and techniques. Which is two swords.

The Jewell Thief, the person who basically supports our money and riches: 'Thief Of Diamonds', Dia. Named after her first stolen gem, which was a diamond. Also one of my trainers, and sometimes mission partner.

'Hunter Of Thieves' nicknamed Hunter. For some reason Hunter really seems to hate Thieves. He uses a bow and arrow as his weapon, on either end of his bow are little serrated edges that can slice a person apart just as good as any knife.

'Skin Slasher' known as Slash, who has gloves with long stripes of metal running outward like giant metal talons. His motive is slashing apart the skin of his victims, sometimes they are even dipped in poison for extra effect so even a tiny scratch is deadly.

'Scar Of Betrayal' is called Scar. He is quite a cautious person, all I know is that he was in a battle and got a massive scratch down his back, mutating the skin. Apparently it was his best friend who tried to kill him.

Then at last there is 'Whisper Of Truth' who is a quiet assassin, right before killing the victims she will give them one honour, whispering a single word in their ear. Her name. Then she kills them.

All these assassins are seriously deadly and respected by everyone. Honestly I don't mind the attention.

"What is it?" Blade demanded, looking at the wide-eyed guard.

"S-sir. It's Kel. We've just gotten news that he was found dead early yesterday morning after returning from his mission. However he didn't return alone, there is a boy with him." The soldier bowed his head.

I gaped at him.

Kel is dead?