The Assassins Possession BWWM

Part 22

They needed to leave. No matter how much her body ached she knew that they couldn't stay here, if they wanted to stay alive. And she didn't plan to die anytime soon if she had a choice.

Lanoir felt pain shoot down her legs as she straightened, The pain worsening with the ache in her unused muscles, her legs shaking as her knees threatened to buck. His grip on her waist never loosened, and she held his arms tightly. She felt sick like at any moment she would throw up. But she put that aside and kept herself standing. She knew that he couldn't protect them and carry her.

Lanoir opened her mouth to ask him how they would be escaping, the door to the dungeon was slammed opened, the heavy hinges creaking loudly in the silence.

Jaxs moved before she could blink, wrenching his arms out of her grip, rushing to the shadows beside the door. Leaning against the wall for support, Lanoir saw a man in uniform enter the room. Heart pounding, she saw his eyes find her, saw him stiffen upon seeing her standing out of her chains, saw his hand reach for the hilt of his sword. The moment he did, Lanoir saw Jaxs step behind him. He took a hold of the man's neck with both hands and twisted before she could blink, the crunch of his bone breaking loud in the room. Not wasting anytime he grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room.

Lanoir felt her feet move even as her eyes stayed glued to the back of his head she couldn't stop thinking about how cold his eyes were.They were lifeless she had never seen that look on his face before.Something had changed in him and it scared her, the acid churning in her stomach. She was so lost in her thoughts he tugged her behind him towards a door, and Lanoir followed, blinking as light from the fire torches lining the creepy corridor came into view. She noticed how he kept her completely behind him, walking as slow as he could to match her aching legs, his hand not holding hers but gripping her wrist instead. Something was wrong, very wrong. She knew it. But she didn't know what.

Suddenly, she felt herself being shoved hard into the wall, her back hitting the stone hard as the breath left her. Gasping, she looked up to see Jaxs facing off four men, his stance wide, his arms loose beside him ready for anything. Lanoir frowned, not understanding why he hadn't taken out the weapons she had saw him wield early. Before she could go on that train of thought, one of the men spoke from behind his mask.

He turned around to her, wearing the same look as before, even more blank now, and took a hold of her wrist with his left hand, his right glove smeared with blood of the dead men. He tugged her forward again silently, leading her down the corridor, his body alert as he walked with silent steps. Lanoir tried to keep her breathing level, to not let the emotions riot inside her, at least not until they were clear. They needed to be someplace where she could freak out to but not now.

They turned a left, the corridor narrower here, the lighting even more muted, and Lanoir swallowed, ignoring the pain in her muscles, ignoring everything but her footsteps and his hand on her wrist. She saw another uniformed assassin in the corridor with his back to them. Jaxs took out some kind of a blade with his right hand and threw it, right in the center of the man's back, in the spine. Lanoir saw the man stiffen, the blade embedded deep into his flesh, and saw him crumple to the ground. Jaxs did not even pause, walking right past him.

After a few minutes, he stopped. Lanoir peeked around his back, afraid that they had encountered more killers, but saw nothing. Letting out the breath she was holding she saw there was just a wall in front of them, Puzzled as to why he stopped there, Lanoir frowned, unsure.

Jaxs let go of her wrist, looking to a small hole on their right and Lanoir watched as he put his hand in the dark space , pressing a small stone. Just as he did, she heard a click. Blinking, she looked down at the spot from where the noise had come, and saw a small crack on the floor.

Jaxs looked back towards the beginning of the corridor, making sure no one was there, and dropped down on his haunches, opening the small crack in the floor a little wider, and pulling it up. Lanoir felt her jaw drop as she saw a trap door of some kind being revealed, seeing the stone open up to reveal a ladder, her eyes taking in the dark depths of where it led before flying up to meet his gaze.

He looked at her silently before nodding towards the ladder, his face clean of all expression, urging her to climb down. Swallowing, Lanoir inhaled deeply, before getting on the ground on her stomach, inching back towards the hole. Her feet felt nothing within seconds, coming into contact with the first rung of the ladder. Her arms hurt, but it was better than being dead.

Sighing at the unfairness of it, Lanoir shook her head and waited for his next move. He straightened, and headed towards the lone door without looking at her. Lanoir followed, walking behind him, and stepped inside when he opened the door. They were in a underground tunnel,She didn't know how long they were walking but she knew it was a long time. It seem like they were escaping through a tunnel in the building. They took short breaks here and there when she became to tired. Finally ahead she was able to see the light ahead.

Walking out she saw hundreds of large pine trees. They were in a forest, she didn't know where they were but she was glad to be out of that damn cave. She felt herself weep over the fact that they had safely gotten  away from danger,well at least for now. The cave had rooms carved into the structure.

It was a room, like a master bedroom, huge. The walls were rough cut rock, jagged and bumpy. There was a small area in the corner hidden behind the curtain that she assumed was the bathroom, a partition of rocks in the floor separating it from the other half. The other half was interesting. There was a tall chest of weapons of all kinds from what she could see, from swords of multiple kinds and daggers and blades to things she didn't even know the names of. In the other corner, farthest from the door and the bathroom, was pillows. Pillows thrown over a mattress on the ground.

Lanoir walked to the area, seeing the simple but spacious mattress and the multiple pillows cushioning the walls, looking compact but cozy, and after the week she had had, so very inviting her body hurt to just lay on the mattress and roll over. Swallowing, she turned around to look at Jaxs, to see him pull aside the curtain, revealing a tub carved into a stone landing of sorts. He filled it with water, and walked out, heading towards the door. Lanoir frowned, not understanding as he closed the door behind him, the water still running. She didn't know where she was, but Jaxs had left her there alone, which meant it was safe. Muscles she hadn't known were tensed relaxed, the sound of water inviting her.