Andy's knife
I silently followed behind Talia, as part of her guild, it also made me part of her personal guard. I was as promising as I had said, she was praising me for it. Even from what she didn't know I was going through, she knew that becoming an assassin with such an elite rank was not a task for the faint of heart. It took my certain adaptability. When she entered her quarters, I stepped inside and softly shut the door, moving to stand in the corner as she moved about the room.
She hung up her katana and protective gear in her wardrobe, sitting at a vanity as she let her hair fall. She was brushing through the dark strands when she met my eye through the mirror. "Can you braid, Al Kahin?" I gave a short nod and slowly stepped towards her, running my fingers through her hair after she set down the brush.
"Any prefrence, mistress?" I gently questioned. Her hair was soft and smelled of lavender, it was a simple yet effectively calming fragrence.
"Just one braid, it doesn't matter what kind." Nodding, I started sorting out her hair, using her natrual part as I thought it over. I started a fishtail in the middle of her head, getting lost in the repetitive folding motion. "You have something to ask?" I sighed and shook my head.
"Not really a question. I just don't understand your relationship with Bane." It wasn't much of my business, but I was observant and curious, more recently semi-mute. It was bound to get the best of me sometime. Better to get it straight from the horses mouth, if I could.
"As a child he was my protector. We were both born in an old prison, but he'd been there for longer. We both got out and I found my father, my mother had told me about him before she died. He had long since become Rā's, so from that point on we were trained as members of the League. I was to become the Heir, and when I exelled enough, I was given control of my own garrison. Bane exelled in his own respects and impressed my father." I tightened the braided hair and was careful not to pull too hard.
"When he was allowed to be near me again, he told me he had done it for me, that he wanted my hand. Of course, that would only happen if father approved. All things considered, he found it hard not to. Once the time was right we were to be wed and he was to also be the Heir." I nodded but there was a soft frown on my face, all but my furrowed brows and focused eyes hidden.
"When you marry, what does that make you if he becomes the next Rā's Al Ghul?" I wondered
"I will be Bride of the Demon." She said the words with a hint of defeat; the enterity of the League taken from her by her childhood love, complete control of a slowly growing group of women and that alone. I had always thought they were in competition with one another for the position of Rā's. I tied off her hair and made adjustments, making sure it fell at least mostly straight down her back. I had the thought to thank her for sharing, but there was a brief knock before the door opened, Bane slowly stepping through.
"I'm not intruding, I hope," he chuckled, taking in our position and recent activity.
"No, beloved." I stepped back to the corner as Talia stood, approaching her promised with a soft smile, watching silently. "Al Kahin was just braiding my hair."
"You look radiant as always, little one." I looked away when Bane pressed a kiss to her forehead, their closeness making my body crave some of it's own. I mostly kept to myself within the guild, I had no real companions within the League. "Are you uncomfortable, Al Kahin?" I met Bane's eyes and shook my head, Talia soon joining his gaze on me.
"No, but she has exerted herself much this last week," Talia commended. "Take the night to yourself, Al Kahin. Relax, maybe." I nodded and bowed my head, silently thanking her for my release as I passed them to the door. A low rumble of thunder froze me in my spot in the hall. The latest storm was nearly past us, the monsoon season was nearly at it's end; weeks, if that, were left. I made my way to the closest window, the dark skies hiding the possibility of cloud cover. Acting calmer than I felt, I went outside, making my way over the sand and into a little gulch, my favorite spot just far enough away from the temple to give me a safe space without view of it.
The storm was moving past the temple, the few flashes of light I did see illuminated the clouds over head. I made my way over a ridge, stilling when I realized what I had been seeing and hearing wasn't a storm, but the Scarlet Speedster running across the sand, scouring it for anything he could find. My heart dropped to my stomach as I got myself over the cliff and started walking out towards the blue light throwing up sand. If I had been seconds later he would've found the League, he would be out of my reach. I had barely lifted my foot to take the next step when strong tingles flooded my body, my mask hanging off one ear by the time I registered hands on my cheeks and lips on my own.
A soft moan left me, having needed Barry's specific touch for far too long now, but it didn't stop me from forcing him away, that same pained look I knew too well covering his face. "You can't be here! I cannot stress that enough," I whimpered.
"Please, dear God, please come home with me," he tried, taking a step closer. "I can't stand it anymore, I need you. Don't you get that?" I stepped back and folded my arms over my chest, my heart lurching inside it.
"I do, believe me. But I can't go back to Central City. Not yet." Something in his eyes changed, a spark of hope amid his deep pain.
"When, Andy?" His voice was breaking like he was going through puberty again, the hurt and strain clear in his words.
"I...don't know." I could see him deflate, but he didn't stop coming closer to me. "You need to go home, Barry. Please. Before something neither of us can stop happens." I stopped a few steps away from the ledge into the gulch, hardly breathing as he came closer.
"Not without you, Andromeda." I closed my eyes when he put his hands back on my face, my own falling to my sides. "Let me bring you home." Despite all my protests, I was unable to stop myself when he put his lips gently back on mine, feeling my own lips move against his. I missed everything about this, and yet...
My fingers slowly curled around my new knife, feeling Barry deepen our kiss as I unsheathed it. "Forgive me, mátia mou," I whispered against his lips, shoving the knife through his leg before he could move away. He crumbled into my chest with a small, suprised gasp of air, turning into a groan with I pressed the button above the blade and released carbon dioxide into the wound, his leg instantly giving out.
The gas froze up a good portion of his leg, effectively slowing him down. I could feel him tightly clutching at my shirt, his shock too strong for speech, as I turned my head over my other shoulder. At most, it was a twenty foot drop. He'd survive that. I turned and broke his hold, forcing him over the ledge. It felt like he dropped forever, holding my eyes the entire way down. He hit the sand hard, his body jolting when it connected, the air leaving his lungs audible from up here. As I watched him lay there I pulled my mask back over the lower portion of my face, walking away after seeing his limbs start moving. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, almost hating the fact that I could still feel my body tingling.
When I finally got back to my room, I didn't sleep for the whole night, afraid that any minute the Flash would run through here and get himself killed or start a war when he took me away.
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Soothsayer ⚡ Barry Allen
Fanfiction"Which is better? To be born good or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?" A chameleon, part-time theif, full-time survivalist. Born and bred on the crime ridden streets of Gotham, Andy unwillingly takes the fall for a heist and lands...