Done In Cold Blood

Chapter 1

The sword slid into the wood of the door beside my head, I ducked down and ran my dagger across his wrist, and before he could react my other dagger slid across his throat, a spray of blood greeted me, the body fell face down, I patted him down and came away with away with 28 livre I grabbed his hat and placed it on my head and did the same with his coat around my shoulders and stalked out the door, everyone stayed away, seems like the General disguise was working. To men veered towards me "Oh Fuck" I mumbled under my breath, they both looked at me, I put my arms around them as if they were old friends, nobody saw the daggers that pressed against their throats.

I desposed of their bodies at the docks nearby, I walked until I found a dark, wet dirty alleyway "Perfect" I said to myself happily. I walked into the alley, shrugging off the coat and dropped it on the ground, I jumped up and pressed my legs against the walls, and climbed quickly. I climbed onto the roof and dropped into a crouch. Scrambling across the roof tops I heard their cries of alarm. I stood up and ran, I heard there shouts as they saw me, I jumped to another roof as an arrow whistled passed my ear "Holy Fuck That Was Close!" I exclaimed in surprise and fear. I ran faster as I heard someone clamber onto a roof behind me, I jumped and missed, I grabbed onto the ledge of the roof and hauled myself up. I got to my feet and screamed in pure agony as an arrow ripped through my shoulder, black encroached at the edge of my vision, I toppled over and thudded to the roof and slowly slid towards the edge of the roof. I screamed silently as I felt my right shoulder dislocate, I climbed to my feet and staggered my way into the busy streets clutching my shoulder, I managed to make my way to my safe house and I collapsed onto the floor. I clawwed my way to my bedroom and pulled medical supplies out from underneath the bed, I ripped out the arrow with white hot daggers of pain spreading across my brain, I pulled out a needle and thread, groaning in pain I sewed shut the entrance and exit of the wound. I put my hands together and slowly and painfully pushed my shoulder back into place, I tore an old tunic into strips and wound them around my arm staunching the blood flow. I laid back on my bed and blacked out.

Morning woke me with it's blazing sun, I sat up gasping with pain, I pulled myself out of bed and changed out of my blood soaked ones and into a white shirt, long dark pants, and knee high leather boots. I shrugged on my armoured white cloak and searched through my old clothes for my daggers, finding them I slipped them into my boots and dropped the 28 Livre into my cloak pocket, and grabbed my brown leather satchel. Looking back to my bed I saw the sheets covered with dried blood. I wrenched them away and walked my way to the washer, I slipped 10 livre Into Her Small, Old, wrinkled and frail hands along with my sheets and clothes. Her face split into a smile of black, rotting teeth, she slowly turned around and walked inside her small, mud brick home, I began my walk to the market, 3 crates where stacked against a wall, i couldn't help myself. I dash at the crates and jumped onto the first one and leaped atop the other and hauled myself up onto the roof. The houses owner fell back, startled dropping his cat, the cat hissed with anger and threw itself at its owners leg, digging its claws into his soft flesh. The man screamed in agony as blood trickled down his leg, I Took The Time To double Over with laughter before leaping to the next roof.