Take Note : It's All Different

37. Elements of Advantage

"You have the upper hand Assassin. I cannot see your face. Nor can I distinguish your gender. Although considering you have long hair I'm going to guess girl."

"Correct." He crossed his feet past the other. Fancy footwork.

"I wonder whether the Father would be proud of you."

"He would be pleasantly delighted." He laughed. Probably at what he saw as stupidity or a lie I supposedly told myself.

"How so?"

"He won't have to put up with you any longer. Considering I've been paid to kill you I don't need to take enjoyment in this. But I believe I will." I smiled wickedly but he couldn't see it. My mouth had remained veiled thankfully. I knew it showed in my eyes because for a split second he doubted himself. Then...

"Shame it will not turn out the way you wish it too." Oh but it will.

"A good friend once told me you could do anything 'if you wish it'."

"Peter Pan quote how sad and sorry you must be on your death bed."

"At least I'm not the one who is... Old, alone and Done for."

His face distorted as he brought his sword up to mine. He had no other weapons concealed but there were multiple surrounding us both. But only heavy ones. Nothing he could throw easily and swiftly. I had the advantage here.

I had everything I could hide. And that was a lot.

His sword was flimsy and would easily snap if enough pressure and leverage was applied. I scanned the room quickly for the third time. There was only the wooden walls to allow for that leverage but they would probably break before his sword did.

"Your move." He paused waiting for my first strike. I made it like a sissy and allowed him to come back with a blow that is easily dodged and would allow for him to be disarmed. Nothing. He had nothing in his hands now. His sword clattered on the ground ten metres to my left and he was left standing almost defenceless. Combat was now a strength of mine. However I didn't play fair.

He put his fists up and I threw my sword to the side. For now. As the punches flew I was absolutely fine with pulling myself from the ground or bringing him down with me. We wrestled and battled until I knew that the opportune moment was upon me.

He was lying on his back, stomach up and as I stood above him I saw his lip quiver. Fear. I let a dagger drop from within my left sleeve and it landed right on his stomach. Digging through. Sharp. Impaled he lied there his face getting pale.

"At least one of us was right hey." He was unable to speak. Coughing. How I hated this part. When they coughed up blood and let they insides spill out. It was the worst part. But it was comforting. Technically I didn't kill him his body's reflexes did. I have to wait within viewing distance of the dying body. And I can only leave when I know they are dead. My own rule. Can't have someone finding him alive and speaking.

Keeping a close eye on him I scoured a staircase that lead me to a diagonal view to his body. I positioned myself so that if he looked he would be able to see me. I kept my mask over my face and waved to him. But his eyes were slowly losing vision. His hands remained beside him.

He tried to lift one to his head but he eventually realised just how much we use our abdominals and stomach to help us move. His arm instantly fell back to his side and I laughed to myself. I have never felt pitiful or wrong for killing someone in anyways. Each kill had to be different and show no sign of similarity. That was my goal and soon became knowledgable everywhere.

The Assassin had been sending me on missions for three months now. I haven't failed. Nineteen kills. Eighteen males. One female. Bystander count stands at zero. And I'm planning on keeping it that way. All nineteen kills were different. Executed in different places and ALL done with precision.