The Nameless Queen

The stranger and the walls

So I've shorten the chapters so i feel more accomplished. * nervously laughs * I'm so anxious about this story. I hope you like it. Also I umm.. really hope I get some feed back because I am really self conscious about this. Like I can't even explain. as I said in the first chapter that I had write the other chapters so that I could write chapters in advance and still have something too post but the I uploaded the first chapters 20 minutes ago. Anyway I hope you enjoy this and I can't even explained how much I love you just for simply giving this ago. You guys don't even know like if I got fifty reads I would be eternally happy.  I hope you enjoy it and I love you so much.

Shock and admiration flickered across the strangers face, something that my total airiness about the subject of my death was responsible for. His eyes scanned mine for any sign of anymore witticisms. 

"I am an assassin, but never in my years have I ever come across someone so carefree when it comes to their death."

The giggle that escaped my mouth at the bewilderment of his comment heightened the man's cautious atmosphere and filled mine with the inevitable enjoyment of his demise. "But that's not saying much, seeming that you haven't really been an assassin for very long, have you?"

"What make you say that, pretty little liar?" The man's face was obscured by his hood but you don't need a face to know when someone is bluffing.

From the moment that he approached me, he was classified as non dangerous, the only reason that I was curious about him was the information that he carried with him, about my identity. "Oh, I know a threat when I see one. And you Mr, don't make the cut."

Bluntness filled my voices as the bored innocent act dead. "What do you want?"

This dramatic turn of character seemed to make the man rethink his next words. "I want you to kill someone."

"To bad," I said sipping my beer and forcing myself not to gag of the taste. "I'm not interested."

The hood gave out a depleted sign and when back to staring aimlessly at the beer barrels. "You might not like me darling but there are hundreds of people who would risk their lives for the chance to take this man's life. The only reason we need you is because there is no way for anyone other than you that is able get into his house other than you. And on one else needs to die in this war."

This man really know how to turn my evenings entertainment of verbal killing into a pile of muddy footprints that foruced you to watch them dry. "Right and I believe you, why?"

"Because you aren't as cold as you want people to believe and you would never want innocent people to suffer because you weren't strong enough to kill him."

Rage flared throughout my body. How dare he assume what I wanted. How dare he accuse assassin of caring. I had trained for years to forces this unfeeling person to overtake my body. How dare he. "What do you know what I would and wouldn't want. I could care less if these people went hungry, nobody ever killed my villain when I asked nicely. So you can go die in a hole for all I care. If you think that I would risk my ass for these people I have never meet, then you need to grow up and go home."

"But that's just you forcing yourself to keep that fake mask that has made everyone believe that you are a cold heartless killer." Signing the man turned away his gaze once again focusing into the shameless bartender.

I stared me right in the eye and whispered, "No, I'm much worse."

I tipped back the last of my beer and left without saying another word. And deep down the walls of memories from a time long ago started to crumble and flake as if the erosion of time and pain finally start to weaken the wall.