I follow my target through the streets of Italy, keeping my distance. I need to assassinate him before night falls.
He stops in the street and I hide behind a fruit stand. He looks around, frowns slightly and walks into an alleyway with the four other people he's with, probably his guards.
I follow them and stab the two guards at the back with throwing knives. The two other guards and my target turn and run at me. I kill one guard and am about to kill the other when I feel a sharp pain in my side.
I stab the remaining guard and he falls to the ground, dead. I turn and face my target, who is now alone. His sword has some of my blood on it, which makes me feel a bit nauseous.
"Did you think you could kill me, assassin? You should have known it wasn't wise," he says.
"I will kill you... it's my job," I say, holding my bleeding side.
"Silly assassin, you're too injured to fight!" he cackles. He walks up to me and raises his sword. I smirk and unsheathe my hidden blades. I dodge his sword and stab him, causing him to fall to the ground.
"An assassin is never too injured to fight," I say, my breathing heavy. "Now, who do you work for?"
"Master Muncina," he gasps.
"Thank you. Requiescat in pace." I close his eyes and he takes his final breath.
I walk away from his body and climb up to the roof of the nearest building, still holding my side.
"Cazzo..." I mutter. The nearest doctor is pretty far away, and I have no bandages.
I'm screwed.
A/N:
Definitions:
Resta de pace: Rest in peace
Cazzo: F**k
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Freedom's Blade
FanfictionDesiree Miglia is an assassin living in 15th century Italy. She loves freedom and what she does for a living, which is killing templars. But what happens when she meets some other assassins that change her view on everything and makes her feel som...
