Midnight Assassin

Midnight Assassin

Description/Summary

Nobody knows her true name; they only call her, Midnight Assassin: the only name anybody has known her as. Nobody knows her past, nor where she came from; she just appeared in their kingdom. Nobody understands her logic, her emotions, her fighting skills, her even being. Nobody knows if she’s human, or another creature entirely. All they know about her, is that she is the King’s personal Midnight Assassin. She strikes fear into anyone she passes or hunts. She was a force to not be reckoned with. Nobody disobeyed her orders. They followed them, fear of what she and their king would do. The Midnight Assassin: almost as powerful as the king.

Introduction

In a deep alley under the Kingdom of Arden, I was hunting my prey. I listened to everything, took in my surroundings, tried sensing my prey’s presence. This target was more advanced than my other past quarry. I scanned the room for anything out of place. I was looking to my left when I felt a slight breeze on my ear. I turned and in a swift movement, a knife nearly sliced my cheek. I bent backwards and went down on my hands and knees. I kicked my targets ankles which made them collapse under their body weight. They pounced on my chest trying to claw my eyes out. I grabbed my pistol and shot their shoulder. They screamed out in pain and crawled back. They weren’t even human, I could tell by their presence, smell, fighting style and touch. I just stared at their eyes. They were wearing a hood so I couldn’t see their face, however, I knew this was on old friend of mine, and she was a vampire. They scurried up and ran out the door.

‘Perfect,’ I thought to myself. ‘I just love a good chase. It gets me all worked up and ready to hunt. Especially when they’re a werewolf.’ I growl and stand up. My back cracked as I stood up, my eyes bloody red ready to kill. I was running after my target. Blades in hands. Eyes not leaving their silhouette. Breathing even and steady. Legs stretching out. Hair whipping my face. I followed their scent as they ran; I couldn’t lose them. My legs ran faster. Hands tighten around the hilt on my daggers. Once they were in range, I threw one of my blades. The victim turned around and grabbed the hilt. This prey was feisty, exactly how I like it. I smirked. She turned around and ran again. I threw another dagger, but she didn’t notice the second dagger I threw before she could see it in her peripheral vision. The second dagger hit my targets thigh. The other through her hand.

“Ahh!” The target bellowed. They fell to the floor in agony grasping the knife, about to yank it out, however, I was standing on the hilt of the knife pressing it deeper into the wound while I took the one out of her hand, also the one I threw and she caught. Flowing from their leg, was a deep red, thick substance; blood. The metallic, yet sweet scent waved into my nose, I inhaled deeply wanting more of the fresh blood oozing out of my victim. It took an acceptable