Assassin [Yogscast]

Chapter 5

Ciara was only vaguely aware of something warm next to her. She felt detached from the world, like she was floating away but still tethered to life by a single piece of string. Her sword was far worse than she thought, and she pitied those who were unlucky enough to find themselves on the wrong end of it. Despite feeling that she was already asleep, in some sense anyway, she felt exhausted, and so allowed herself to drift into a deeper state of unconsciousness.

[Gore + feels warning]

She felt more powerful than anything as she held her trusty katar at arms length, the tip just drawing blood in Lalna's neck. He was pressed against the wall, eyes wide behind his goggles, the warning cut on his thigh bleeding over his jeans. His breaths were shaky and shallow, all his weapons and gear littered on the floor, out of reach, so he was completely defenseless. A sick smirk was spread on her features, eyes once more glowing a dangerous white. Her whole expression was condescending, as of she was almost ashamed that he had easily gotten himself into this unfortunate predicament.

"W-why are you h-here to kill me?" He stuttered, swallowing nervously as his blue gaze tried to avoid his unavoidable death.

"If you hadn't of tried to find DNA, then you would've been fine. For a little longer, that is. Everyone in T3kkit0p1@ w1ll d13!" Her voice warped, and the maniacal grin became wider at his fear.

"Ciara- if that really is you, please stop this!" He begged daringly, knowing it could mean an earlier death.

She sniffed with contempt. "Ciara is soon to be gone. She's been disobedient to me, so I clearly had to take action. She's deeply unconscious in R1dg3d0g'$ c@$tl3, she can't help you."

He refrained from flinching at the sudden sharpness when she -or whoever they were- mentioned Ridge, they clearly weren't fond of him. "Ciara, you're a good person. I-I know you're still there somewhere, please take control of..."

"Afraid of saying my w0nd3rful n@m3? Afraid it's like a cur$3? Well, I'll say it for you. H3r0br1n3. But she cannot hear you, she cannot save you, you're well and truly alone." She taunted twistedly, partially enjoying his futile attempt to stop her and save himself.

"Ridge wouldn't be pleased if he found out you had killed another, Ciara. I know you're the Red Hand Murderer now, but I'm not scared of you, I can forgive you. Ridge is fond of you, you know, and he rarely cries over anyone, so you must mean a lot. News travels fast in Tekkitopa." He tested warily, surprised when the glow dimmed and her hazel eyes were visible through it.

Ciara regained control of herself, more aware of what was going on. "L-Lalna? What- oh Notch! Was I..." She drew back the sword, already feeling the strange fuzziness returning.

"Thank Notch... I thought I would die. That's interesting, you have a soft spot for Ridge too." He teased with a gentle smile, but it faltered as he saw the shine returning.

"You... need to... run- go, go to Ridge- please go! Take Nano wi-" It seemed as if Ciara and Herobrine were each battling for control, but unfortunately for Lalna, she was weaker.

He began to inch his way towards the closed door, scared for his own safety less than Nano's, but also worried for Ciara's well-being. For a fraction of a second, he paused, debating on knocking the possessed girl out or just running. That was a bad idea. Her head jerked back up, a mix between a strained grimace and a demonic half-smile flickering on her features, and her shimmering eyes locked onto her target. He hastily fumbled for the handle as thunder rumbled ominously outside, putting less weight on his injured leg as he threw his body at the door when it wouldn't open. The handle burned white-hot for a microsecond, before melting and dripping in a scorching metal puddle at his feet. A hole was left in the wooden door where it was, and a rough breeze filtered in, catching Lalna's labcoat in it's frozen claws. He instinctively took a step away from the unnatural events, which was, of course, one step closer to his fate. But she wasn't done playing yet, and despite knowing she could easily plunge her sword through his flesh, she kept her weapon by her side. Small flames sprung up in the vacant spot, hungrily licking at the oak and crawling across the whole door, seemingly unaffected by the raging storm outside. When there was nothing but a gap in the wall and the elements rushed in, the fire reluctantly died down. Ashes were flooded with raindrops, turning it to a dark pulp on the ground. The floor was covered in a glossy sheen, and it reflected the light of a lightning bolt that shot across the landscape. His goggles were getting speckled with water, so he pulled them onto his forehead instead, glueing his damp blond hair down.