His Weakness

~One~

 Keith was perched on the branch of a tree, overlooking the large bustling town of Altea. His eyes showed no interest at all in any of the people, animals, or attractions that were in plain sight before him. Only two things were on his mind. Lance McClain, and killing. 

Heaving a short breath, the dark haired boy leaped from the tree, landing soundlessly in the grass beneath his perch, and advanced toward the town. 

He didn't have any kind of tactic, and had not a care in the world of any consequences. He simply found his target, and slaughtered them upon sight, whether they were sleeping, eating, out with others, or anything else.

A lot more noise was made the closer he got to the town. He walked onto the street casually, pulling up his hood and shoving his hands in his pockets. The blade he carried was concealed under the over-sized hood he was wearing. Of course it was black, because what assassin wears bright colors? Of course, he wasn't the type to care very much about whether or not he was spotted, but it seemed that if any color fit him, it was black. Or red, which he discovered by seeing the blood of his victims stained into his clothing. 

His eyes were sharp, as he walked through town, ignoring all that tried to speak to him. It took about twenty minutes for Keith to spot his target, luckily. He was now standing in front of a cafe, that had massive windows in the front, so he was easily spotted, Lance McClain. 

He was a fairly tall boy, a bit lanky. He was with two others, a short boy, and another one who was quite round. They appeared to be laughing as they talked. None of them were of aware of the impending tragedy that was about to take place.

Keith removed his hood, and took his dagger out of it's sheath that was attached to his belt, and walked, entering the cafe. 

Upon stepping through the door, the sound of a small bell rang through the cafe. It was empty, save for the employees that were gathered around the counter. The three of them looked at Keith, and he was looking right back at them. More specifically, at Lance. 

Their eyes met for just a few long, silent seconds. The atmosphere was heavy, and the two of them were locked in a stand off, for what seemed like forever. With each passing breath, with each soft beat of his heart, Lance slowly felt like everything around him was fading away.

He blinked just one time, his smile fading, and before anyone knew it, they're late night visitor was on top of the counter, and shoving his blade forcefully into Lance's chest, an emotionless expression on his face.

The reaction time of the other two was clearly delayed, and it took them a few moments to realize what was going on. Lance's eyes were wide, and he looked down at himself, more specifically at his now pierced chest.

The blue eyed boy looked up at his attacker, and their eyes met once more. He looked up into the cold, hard eyes of his assailant, then, his legs gave out. The other employees were frozen with fear, both for their now fallen colleague. 

Of course they were stuck there. Their only options were to stay and defend him, or leave and save their own skins.  Lance was bleeding out on the floor, his hand over the wound. 

Keith hadn't said a word through all of this, even as sirens were heard in the distance. The smaller employee called the police. Not like it would affect his mission.

However, he was shocked to find, that his target was still breathing. 

That shouldn't be possible. He just ended this boy's life. His face now had an expression, one of astonishment, and dread. There was no way this person was still alive. It was downright impossible. Unless...

He missed.

A look of horror crossed the pale face of the young assassin, though it only showed for a split second in his eyes.

Every one of his assigned targets were killed in one attempt, because he always stabbed them straight through the heart, so that the organ bled and emptied his victims of any life they had left.

Lance was looking at Keith, who looked right back at him. The wicked old woman would certainly not be pleased by his erroneous mistake. 

The police flooded into the cafe shortly, and he was surrounded, with several firearms pointed at him. Without any thought, the dark haired boy raised both of his hands. Not saying anything, he looked to the policemen, not moving a muscle. 

Keith was limited of ways to escape, but he would, no doubt. No kind of organized force could catch him, even if they thought him to be already contained. Everyone else had already been taken out of the cafe by now. It was just him, the policemen, and a dying boy on the floor.

Running several scenarios through his mind, Keith chose to drop his hands, picking up Lance, and charging through the men gathered there. They wouldn't shoot at him if he had an injured person slung over his shoulder. He bolted out the door, and fled, almost immediately disappearing into the crowd of people that were still walking on the streets. He ran as fast as possible, until he found a safe spot to hide.

He settled in an abandoned building that just so happened to be in the outskirts of town. It was run down, and a putrid smell lingered there, but it would do.

Keith sat down on the ground, dropping the injured boy called Lance, beside him. The ground was cold, and once again, Keith was surprised to hear a groan emit from his victim.

"Damnit, you should be dead already..!" He spoke, running his hands through his dark tresses and tugging them. It still hadn't settled with him that he managed to miss the vital point. 

What was it that threw him off?? 

Lance spoke up just then, his voice barely audible, and wavering.

"W...Why...?"

Whoa, this chapter was intense to write..It's only chapter one :') I hope you liked it though! I did try pretty hard honestly- Please leave comments, I wanna know what you guys think! 

~Lance