Post by subtlemystery on Apr 3, 2009 5:16:06 GMT -5
Night time creeps up. A slow shadow spreading across the land, slowly, lights appear, one by one, in the sky. And the moon, these were the only lights that Lyn needed. Slowly, her boots making little sound on the street beneath her feet, she moved along the many alleyways and along the seedier areas. Every city had them, every single one had the seedier part of town where the beggers lived and the theives ran the roost.
Yet, Lyn no more needed to fear those theives than she needed to fear the dark, she knew both intimately, there was no other word for it. The night wasn't her friend, the darkness was no more than ally, the theives were another. They were only on her side as long as she was on theirs, and the darkness had no sense of loyalty. She used the dark every day, used it to move around from place to place, shadows hiding every movement.
For all her faults, and sins, she wasn't a bad person. She lied, she stole, she snuck around, she listened, she killed. And for every life she took, Lyn felt another weight added to the burden it was another voice to add to the many in her mind. She hated to hear them talk, their voices haunting her day in and day out. This was her job, but that didn't mean the assassin had to like it. It was what she had been trained for, to put her emotions away under a cool expression and never let them out.
Seperate them. Don't give them a name. Don't give them a face. They are nothing but a victim.
The words of her teacher run in her ears as Lyn slowly walked down the streets, delaying the time when she would have to creep into her preys room, and finish their life, the only reward for such a venture to be the bag of money. Her money soon. Was it worth it? These assignments that made her true name a fearful one whispered on the streets. Lyn Shadowstalker. Assassin. Murderer.
With a sigh, Lyn shoved the thoughts from her mind, hoping desperately that something would distract her, keep her from this for one more night.
Yet, Lyn no more needed to fear those theives than she needed to fear the dark, she knew both intimately, there was no other word for it. The night wasn't her friend, the darkness was no more than ally, the theives were another. They were only on her side as long as she was on theirs, and the darkness had no sense of loyalty. She used the dark every day, used it to move around from place to place, shadows hiding every movement.
For all her faults, and sins, she wasn't a bad person. She lied, she stole, she snuck around, she listened, she killed. And for every life she took, Lyn felt another weight added to the burden it was another voice to add to the many in her mind. She hated to hear them talk, their voices haunting her day in and day out. This was her job, but that didn't mean the assassin had to like it. It was what she had been trained for, to put her emotions away under a cool expression and never let them out.
Seperate them. Don't give them a name. Don't give them a face. They are nothing but a victim.
The words of her teacher run in her ears as Lyn slowly walked down the streets, delaying the time when she would have to creep into her preys room, and finish their life, the only reward for such a venture to be the bag of money. Her money soon. Was it worth it? These assignments that made her true name a fearful one whispered on the streets. Lyn Shadowstalker. Assassin. Murderer.
With a sigh, Lyn shoved the thoughts from her mind, hoping desperately that something would distract her, keep her from this for one more night.