Take Note : It's All Different

30. Dirty

For a man renowned for his wickedness and ability to kill he took good care of me. Four days of rest and just enough to get by. Yes my bed was a spot on the floor but it wasn't like I wasn't use to it. His floor was much better than the melted snow mud mix I had slept on prior to arriving here.

Instead of frightening me with his ability to kill in merely a second it was invigorating. Yes he disappeared at dusk but I was fine with that. On the fourth night it just felt like a normality.

On that same fourth night before leaving he brought out multiple outfits and told me to wash them. He had mentioned that discipline was to be a trait I possessed if I wanted him to train me. And remain alive. I took the clothes from him and washed them. The water turned red with the blood of a victim but only one had blood on it. The other outfits were all perfectly clean already. Odd. Never the less I cleaned them including the weapons he had forgotten in his pockets.

They were so simple and easy. The inscriptions. They were one of the lowest levels of difficulties. One of my brothers was at this level. Either Anson or Avery I wasn't sure. It surprised me. I figured he must be high on everything but he really wasn't. Every weapon was the same difficulty and they didn't say much of a riddle either. The daggers all said within throwing distance. The longer blade said within striking range. Almost like a reminder of how and when to use them. Again, odd.

When he returned it was earlier than previous nights and I was still strengthening my body. Push ups. Sit ups. Anything I didn't need equipment or weights to complete I tried to do. I was unfit and very weak if I wanted to get anywhere or anyone for that matter I would need to be at peak. Not whatever I was now.

Every night prior I had done push ups with great pain but still continued until my body collapsed. It was then I would move to my space on the floor curl up and fall asleep. Or lay awake until The Assassin returned. When he would unlatch the door and close it behind him I would finally rest.

That night he stepped through the door with multiple bags of firewood. Then he walked back outside to a horse and carriage and unloaded more things from it. I got up from my place and went to help. Sandbags. My arms were shaking under the weight. I hid the stress in my face long enough to walk past him and dump it with the others inside the house.

"Training tools Miss Drouin. I see that you have been strengthening your body or at least begun too. Do not stop that because I will be pushing you during the day. You must rest now. We will rise at dawn and train."

Before he left me in the room alone his wicked features were displayed to me in the shadows as he smiled.

"I will want those somewhere else tomorrow." Then he left. I figured I would be moving them about and using them as weights because they were just that heavy. I had a good feeling that my body would ache every day.

Laying on the floor curled up I found a comfortable position and closed my eyes. Slowly then tightly. Falling asleep was easy. Waking up well was hard. I woke as soon as sun was shining through the window. I pulled myself from the floor and tied my hair back into a bun. The Assassin startle me on the inside when he came through the front door rather than the door connecting to his quarters.

"This is for you. Whenever you leave this house to kill you must wear this. It is a blonde wig that is made of real hair and can easily be manipulated. Mackenzie Drouin is a brown haired girl in the town. You'll need an assassin name too. Names such as trademark or TM and all the ones that people think of are taken. You will need to be original and I will give you suggestion when I know your strengths."

No weaknesses I wanted no weaknesses. I would be strong at everything but prefer some things. That would be my trick and my number one strength as an assassin.