Assassin [Yogscast]

Chapter 7

Without meaning to, both fell asleep on the cloud. Ciara had her head resting on Ridge's chest, and he had his arm underneath her, hand against her hip. It would've been a sweet sight if anyone caught them, but since no one could fly so high with just a jetpack or a ring, they were all alone, left to sleep peacefully. Little did he know, despite wanting to protect her to the best of his abilities, Herobrine was well aware that she had gone against his specific orders, and so she had to be punished. Killing her would be too simple and wasteful, and torturing her might mean she could never fight properly again, and he couldn't have that. Instead he chose the perfect option, continuing to kill more Tekkitopians.

[Eh, mild gore, I guess. Whaddyou expect? She's an assassin]

Ciarobrine left the Gaijin pagoda with a dark smirk, the bodies of Area 11 littered on the floor in her wake, splattered with their own blood. She no longer bothered to put up her hood, wanting her victims to have fear as the last emotion they feel. Leo watched her leave, his chin pressed on the ground as his eyes faded, one arm outstretched in a never-ending attempt to reach Sparkles*, who was slumped against the wall, head down with blood leaking from his neck. Kogie was crumpled on the stairs, arm twisted at an odd angle, a shimmering arrow lodged firmly between his shoulder blades. Parv, who was previously trying to go all 'FLCL' on her by using his guitar as a weapon, had a dagger stabbed through his hand, pinning him to the ground, before she herself used the instrument and slammed it onto his head, leaving a dent in his skull. The poor guitar was shattered to woeful pieces from the unbelievable force of the deadly hit, and sad shards were scattered around his body. Sjin had already been dealt with, and was an easy target since he was out building a storage shack. The previously pale wood was now stained red, his limp body hanging over the edge of the never-to-be-finished wall. Herobrine paused to think for a moment, wondering who would be an even better target to crush her self-awareness so she could be his once more.

She didn't even need to open the door; it opened for her so she could glide inside to her two targets. They were both sound asleep, the older one with his mouth slightly ajar as he snored, the younger curled up on his side, breathing softly. Notch only knows how he could sleep through the noise. Even now, Herobrine could feel Ciara's cheerful pull almost wrenching him from her spirit, but he just gripped the hilt tighter and advanced towards the blond. She gave a sickly triumphant grin before drawing the blade across his neck. Green magic flooded to the wound as he grimaced, but it was too deadly a hit to even attempt healing.

"To... by..." He croaked as he felt his life slipping through his fingers in the form of blood.

Despite how quiet it was, Toby woke instantly, eyes adjusting the darkness with agonising slowness. Yet as soon as he saw Martyn, his eyes widened and he shot out of his bed, so far unable to see Ciarobrine's spirit. He thought the older had just had a nightmare to start with, but then he saw what he didn't want to. Blood. Blood staining the bed underneath him, blood smudged on his chin, and blood covering his hands.

"W-who did this, Martyn?" He asked, unaware that the culprit was right behind him, raising the katar in the air.

In response, the blond simply raised a shaking finger and pointed to Ciara's empty bed. His arm dropped back to his side and his eyes slid shut while the brunette just stared in painful horror, not believing himself as he realised his best friend was dead. He gently tugged Martyn's headband off, tying it around his own head as a form of comfort. Fury welled in his eyes as he wrenched his gaze away from the body, and he slowly turned around, having sensed her presence after she had revealed herself with a twisted smirk.