Assasins Stone

Chapter 1

Agility. Speed. Darkness. Murder.

The four laws that I have started to go by. Where I live assassins rule, you're nobody unless you're an assasin.

You can't take two steps without seeing someone taken into the shadows, who never come back out.

Money is all they care about. If you got some coins then you got you're assassination. Highly skilled, extremely deadly.

I had to take up this assassination job though. There was no other work for me. I had to find myself a teacher.

Mr. Geldlin. One of the older assassins, one of the most deadly. Sometimes I'm paranoid that at some point I'll be the one on the assassination list, and he'll be there for me.

Many have put Mr. Geldlin on assassination lists but the assassins that came after him, they never returned.

He became feared but now old. I got lucky to be accepted for my apprenticeship.

"Are you ready to begin," Geldlin said in a deep voice.

"This training will be like no other apprenticeship you'd ever had, so prepare."

I stood up straight, more nervous then I ever have been before.

"Becoming an assassin is more than just being strong, it helps but the real tool here is your brain. You have to learn to outsmart the target, to strategize."

Suddenly he pulled a piece of paper from his desk and handed it to me.

"You're going to need this."

I took the piece of paper and pulled out a pencil. Why would I need it though?

As I looked around the room I realized there were lots of unusual things in it. It was colored dark with huge bookcases with I only a few books.the carpets were a blood red and ceiling had one too many chandeliers. The door staid opened and the wjndle curtains were ripped.

"Are you writing any if this down?"

Oh no. I hadn't realized he started talking yet. Damn my curiosity.

"N-no."

He sighed

"Why weren't you? Is your attention span that short? Its been ten minutes!"

The disappointed look on his face made my heart sink. We had just started and he was already losing hope.

"From the top."

I held the pencil sharply in my hand. I wrote down almost every word he said, even the unnecessary ones. It did not make sense though. He had me writing down math. Why math?

"In order for your success you must be intelligent. You must learn your angles for perfect precision."

I quietly sighed and continued writing it down. It was all so confusing we had started so quickly.

"And then fina-," he stopped mid sentence and stood perfectly still.

I was confused and kept sitting there , staring at him.

He ducked just as a dagger went flying through the window. He grunted and ran to the closet beside the door. Inside the closet was a set of weapons. He quickly grabbed a set of daggers. Unusual looking. They were purple blades with red handles with a swirl carved through the middle.

"Go down the hall and take a left. First door you find you go inside."

As he finished the sentence he ran out the door. I ran out to look for him but, he was gone.