Assassin

-BloodShed-

"Go out there now"

Screams of men and women, children crying, animals being slaughtered
This was the sound of war. Snapping to attention the young soldier clutched the black sheathed katana at his side tightly, his silk attire blood stained. He would have to get a new one. The Commanding Officer snapped three times in front of his face.

"Do you see those two men over there?"

The Officer pointed towards two boys about the young Warriors age quickly locking themselfs in a small shed. The Warrior nodded.

"Kill them both"

With a bow the boy walked quickly through rows of his men killing children, men, women, babies. There was no time to lose. His katana bounced against his short legs as he neared the shack, voices eminating from inside. He stopped walking. The Officer's voice rang in his head. "Kill them both" . He took his blade out of it's restraining pocket and held it out in front of him. With a slick movement and two fingeres on his blade, he plunged the sword deep into the shed, making contact. The murmurs stopped. Blood slipped from under the shed's doorframe and seeped into the dry, rough dirt. The boy looked down at his feet as he pulled his blade back. He stepped away and opened the door to the structure, the dead boy falling to the floor. He looked down at him. The Warrior had no emotion. His covered face showed no regret, pain, loss. Only his eyes were to convey how he truly felt. Nothing. He looked back up at the second boy who was shaking, his back up against the wall.

"P-Please...no...h-have mercy."

The Warrior only stared. There was to be no mercy shown to any man, woman, child, living thing on the battlefield. This was their ground. And they intended to do what they were told on it. The soldier put his katana in his sheath gaining a sigh of releif from the victim, but the soldier did not intend to let this boy live. With a swift motion, the Warrior grabbed the boy's neck and broke it, a strangled cry escaping his lips. Throwing his limp body next to his friends, he heard the whistle to get back to the palace, where the King awaited him and his army. The Warrior pulled down his mask and dipped the two fingers he had placed on his blade, in the blood by his feet, drawing a line across his eye. Two had died today, but two will be rembered.