Assassin [Yogscast]

Chapter 4

Dusk gathered over the landscape as the group of three made their way back to the camp, and the whole time Ciara was nervously looking over her shoulder, for the first time in a long time afraid of what could be concealed in the darkness. They sat down on logs by the fire, mainly so Toby could dry off after his little 'accident' involving the river. He couldn't help but shift in his seat uneasily as he noticed that her eyes seemed to be shining whiter than before, and he knew there was only one person who's eyes were white, and that was the man in the legend, Herobrine. The leaves around them rustled as a soft breeze brushed through them, blowing her hair across her face for a moment and ominously shadowing her features from the crackling firelight. As the moon peeked above the horizon, leaking a silver glow across the grass, they stood up and went inside. Toby flopped down on his bed, releasing a contented sigh as he did so, letting his worries slip away. Martyn was soon settled too, and Ciara wasn't far off, exhausted from the day's traumatic events. Butterflies flooded her stomach at the thought of Ridge, and she was thankful for the darkness as she knew she was blushing.

"Ciara?" Martyn called drowsily over the steady breathing of his companion, and she replied with a simple 'hm'. "Sorry about Sparks*. He must've been mistaken... but that was the first we've heard about his past, so it must've been important to him. He isn't normally like that, so please don't hold it against him."

"It's fine, I won't. He seems an alright person, and we have our roots in common." She answered truthfully, thankful for him because if that hadn't happened then Ridge would never have followed her and she would never have properly realised she hated being an assassin.

"Thank you for that..." He murmured before he turned over and closed his eyes.

She smiled happily, allowing the boys' relaxed breathing soothe her into sleep. It all seemed perfect now, she would drop the assassin title and live freely in Tekkitopia, with friends that were almost family. Everything would work out.

Ciara soundlessly got out of bed, gliding out the door towards the Jaffa Factory. The monsters didn't acknowledge her presence as she passed, quiet as a barn owl. Her shadow stalked alongside her as she strode up to the building, cloak flowing out behind her like a gentle stream. She swiftly cleared the ladder in a few bounds, arriving at her destination- the top floor, also known as Honeydew's penthouse. The dwarf himself was snoring loudly, sleep-eating the occasional Jaffa Cake in his luxurious car bed, the hot tub bubbling away softly in the background. She took out a bottle of poison, allowing a few deadly drops to splash on one of the snacks which he promptly grabbed and put in his mouth whole. He chewed and swallowed, blissfully unaware as she got out a small dagger and sliced a cut along his arm, coating her hand in blood before pressing it against his cheek. She dropped down through the coloured rings, the sudden rush of air almost forcing her cloak to part with her, but she quickly hit the floor feet-first. After tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ear, she exited the factory and headed towards her next target, Owl Island.

Squid flailed their tentacles above the surface of the water as she sped past on a boat, tiny droplets sparkling in the moonlight as they were sprayed into the air in her wake. As she arrived on the shore, owls flooded on the branches to stare at her, but she sent them to the very top of the trees with a dark glare, where they quivered in terror and didn't dare make a noise. The cats got the message and slunk into the shadows, shivering fearfully, their eyes so wide that the whites were showing. Every animal knew she meant business, and wasn't afraid to kill anything that got in her way as she headed to where they were sleeping. A owl bigger than the others hooted loudly, flapping down to stand on the end of his owner's bed protectively. He gave another call, but it finished in a gurgle as he was stabbed, and neither of them woke, not even Mr. Cat who was curled at the foot of Nilesy's bed. She pricked the tip of Lomadia's finger with the dagger, cutting deep enough for it to bleed, before pouring the same amount of poison into it, hoping it would be successfully circled around her bloodstream. Ciara roughly grabbed Mr. Owl's lifeless corpse, smearing his blood on the palm of her hand before leaving her mark on the blonde's cheek and taking her leave.