Fantasy Assassins: Battles of the Creeds

[kou]

Corei stood patiently outside of the elderly woman's house, dagger in hand. The woman had entered her house briefly and had yet to exit, she knew that this was time to leave. The woman had been affiliated with the NO andowed them a few debts for some abandoned loose ends, they had business with her. She knew this and yet she still entered, the floorboards creaking under her feet before she hesitated.


She barely missed the bullet which grazed her ear before lunging towards the target, disarming them and sinking her dagger into the familiar feel of flesh and bone. The woman screamed before altogether going quietly, it had been a suicide mission and we had known it before her demise.


Sighing, Corei propped her against the table.


She had no time to bury the body.


She left.

 

[Alstromeria]

All through out the city, the New order went to work. Throats were slit, heads caved in, limbs sawn off in the worst ways. And none of it was heard. Most ot the taregets were sleeping. Jethro was cornered in an alley by a few policemen, but that was where he worked best. They all died as his silenced assault rifle sprayed bullets, and Jethro himself escaped with one in his shoulder. He really had to start wearing body armor.


Maciv made his way to the skyscraper and smashed in the double glass doors. Alarms went off, yet he still only walked. He set four explosives on the first floor, and two on every third floor of the others. Twenty one floors, sixteen high incendiary explosive packs, and one man. Security caught up with him on the roof, which they realized he had no weapon. As one moved closer to cuff him, Maciv grabbed him around the neck and one arm,,, using him as a human shield. Bullets pumped into the man, and Maciv threw him to the side, but now he had a gun. One arm covering his face, the other holding the pistol sideways, he offed the four remaining men with four shots. With that, he jumped to a nearby building and ran across the roof. As he ran, he pulled out the detanator and thumbed the button. The fire engulfed the building from the ground up as the explosives went off in three second intervals. *Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,* sixteen times. Maciv slowed to a walking pace. That was the first time he had run in years. He decided not to make it a habit. He made his way to the ground, and with that, he readjusted his mask and strode down the middle of the street, back to the New Order's headquarters.


The other assassinations went smashingly well. Everyone on the list was dead within four hours. They did loose one man though, aged twenty, when he had been cornered by the police he killed himself rather than fight his way out.

 

[Little Masky]

outcast got up from the sidewalk a bit shakily. she now had cuts and blood on her face and body. She managed to get somewhere safe. for now. she needed medical attention and couldn't hear out of her left ear. She knew she couldn't go to a hospital, they'd ask too any questions. and she had no friends to aid her. she had a cut on her leg that was bleeding profusely and her weapons were gone. She decided that she had to go to one of the creeds. The DG would kill her if she went back and the NO wouldn't be very welcoming either but it was die or try to live. She would've picked die but the words on the wall were important and someone needed the information she now had. She needed to get to the NO headquarters.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv continued down the road, hearing a distant explosion with a bit of confusion. 'Probably just the boiler room of the building exploding,' he thought. The streetlamps cast an eerie yellowish glow over him, giving his white hair an almost blonde appearance. He continued walking calmly, but something caught his eye. He detected movement in his peripheral vision. To his surprise, it was the girl from earlier, but not to his suprise, she was bloodied up pretty good. He stopped, hands at his sides, hair blowing about in the breeze created by the walls of buildings, channeling even the slightest zephyr into a mild wind.


After about a minute of silence and staring he spoke, not breaking eye contact. "It appears someone's gotten to you." He said calmly. "I did tell you to stop playing the game."

 

[Little Masky]

"Oh shut the hell up. I've dealt with enough shit today. I don't need you telling me to stop doing my job." She was leaning on a streetlight. Blood ran down her face. "I have information you might want but I guess I could go to the DG instead. and in my defense, I was jumped." She forced her body not to shake with the effort it took to stand up. "I'm sure the DG will at least listen to me instead of criticizing me before they let me die. you and the damn NO will just kill me."

 

[kou]

The plan had failed once more and she glanced at the strongly worded letter sent to her by MacBeth, a top dog in the Death Guard. She was going to have to do something no one had attempted before, she was going to have to choose the route of direct confrontation.


Oh, what a life.


The ledge she was perched on was a comfortable viewpoint to the disaster happening below due to the recklessness of the New Order and she had a perfect position to drop. She squinted against the glare of the Sun at the two standing in the street and leaned forward, sliding off of the post and down towards the ground below.

 

[Griffin]

It was always the same, Lorenzo sat peacefully with his legs crossed, shinning his set of exotic blades, you could say he was a collector of some sorts. It brought him great joy, the feel of a blade or was it the feel of a blade penetrating into a contract, he shrugged at the thought. He kept all the blades he had ever used rusty and crusty whatever, they were all nicely stored and kept safe. Wiping his last blade he placed it back in its spot, he took a deep breath and stood up placing one hand on his waist and the other on his forehead, "I cannot deal with this," he paused and rubbed his head as if he was in excruciating pain, "Why is it so quiet here? If it weren't for those new order guys...well..." he stopped again and took a deep breath. He swiftly slipped his favourite trenchcoat on and headed straight for the door, 'wonder what's on for today' he spoke to himself before leaving the base.

 

[Alstromeria]

@Annabella (it's night, but whatevs)


Maciv stood in silence. "You've given us reason to." He said after a bit. "But we tolerate rouges, unlike others. Your impression of my guild is pretty warped." Maciv lolled his neck to one side, recieving a satisfying pop. "Rouges don't survive. You should know that. I defected from the DG after they didn't agree with my methods. Almost got myself knifed. There's a reason I started the new order." He motioned to the burning skyscraper in the distance. "We don't kill people simply because we don't agree with them. They need to give us a reason to kill them first." Half the building collapsed, falling to the ground, but the two only heard a small crash because they were far enough away. "I'm not telling you what to do. When I suggested you get out of our territory, I was being polite." his voice became quieter and quieter with each word. Something would snap soon. He didn't know what would happen, but it was something. "Turns out, my instincts were correct. I hate always being right. It's a curse really." Maciv folded his arms, feet slightly apart. "You obviously need help. But I won't give it to you unless you ask."

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast debated asking for help. in the end, she decided to swallow her pride. She sighed. "I need help. would you help me?" She figured that he'd say no but there wasn't much else she could do. someone needed to be warned and the NO would have to do. She started to feel lightheaded and swayed slightly. she held onto the light post like a life line.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv said nothing, just stepped closer and extended his hand. "You need help walking." He said plainly. She did, it was the truth. Wether she took it the wrong way or not was up to her. "I'm going to blindfold you sometime before we get there. Precautionary of course. And preferable to bonking you over the head."

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast let him help her walk. "thank you. and hitting me on the head would probably kill me in this condition." She just wanted to lay down at this point.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv nodded. He led her to a safehouse instead of the actual base. Nobody was at the base, nor would be for awhile. Secrecy and whatnot. "You picked a kind of bad time to get messed up. We've just pulled of a bit of a stunt." he said, knocking on the door four times, then once. The door was opened by a girl wearing a hockey mask. "Who's she?" The girl asked. Maciv removed his mask. "A rouge who has asked for help." Maciv replied quietly. As they stepped in, the girl locked the door behind them, as well as slid a door bar into place. "This is Gin." Maciv said motioning to the girl. "You can't tell anyone your name until you do your first job," he explained, "That's when we believe that you know who you are for yourself." Maciv waved for someone to come over, he was wearing a white cloak with a hood pulled over his face. "This is stitches. He's one of our doctors. He'll clean you up." Maciv nodded at stitches.


Then to Gin, "Have the others made it back?" Gin nodded. "Good run. But we lost one." "Dead?" Gin nodded. "Yes. Also, Jethro has a bullet in his shoulder." Maciv nodded. There was only six people at this safehouse, there were four others as well. Jethro, Vice, and Amous were all in different ones, along with their own little posse. "Nothing that wasn't to be expected then." He stated bluntly.

 

[kou]

Following him was easy, the NO member had led her exactly where she needed to be and now the conflict of attracting their attention was left. She approached the door, noticing that the man had knocked four times, she wouldn't need to.


She banged instead, screaming as loudly as she cared to.


@Alstromeria (Sorry about that.)

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast hated being so weak. she could barely think straight at this point. She hated this whole situation. It was really terrible that she needed help from the very people she struggled to avoid. Her body was beginning to numb and she'd lost hearing in her right ear shortly after arrival. it took most of the energy she had left just to stay standing.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv stared at the door a bit. He counted the people in the room. Seven, including the girl. They were all here. And his other men were accounted for at the other places. Gin looked questioningly at Maciv. "Leave it. We're all here. That's probably just a scared civilian." Gin's eyes were full of questions. "Won't she die?" Maciv facepalmed. "Who was doing all the killing?" "Us." Gin answered plainly. "And who's in here?" "Us." Gin repeated. "Oh." Her eyes widened in realization as she verified that the woman wouldn't be hurt.


Stitches led the dazed outcast by the hand to a room with a table in the middle. He helped her lie down on the table. He held out some pills for her to take. "Painkillers." he explained. He then went to work cleaning her head wound.

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast took the pills and promptly passed out on the table.

 

[kou]

Well, that could have certainly went better. Corei decided to try another technique, slipping around the side of the safe house before taking a running start up the wall. Surprisingly, she scaled the angle perfectly and grabbed ahold of the ledge before hoisting herself up. Sliding her dagger out of its sheath, she chuckled. "Let's try this again.." Corei raised the weapon before bringing it down on the ceiling and stomping as loud as she could.


"COME ON YOU ASSHOLES, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! IT'S THE DEATH GUARD, YOU HATE THE DEATH GUARD! COOOOOOME OOOOON!"

 

[Alstromeria]

One of maciv's men came downstairs. "Sir, there is a crazy DG agent banging on the ceiling upstairs." Maciv could hear the muffled shouts from here. "A crazy DG agent as in one?" The man nodded. "Well what the bloody fuck is she doing shouting? That's not something the DG does." The man rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I thought so too..." One thing was clear, this lady was either what she claimed to be or a very skilled acrobat, the pounding at the door stopped almost at the same time the stomping on the roof started. That or there was multiple people, but highly unlikely, the woice was the same. "Well shit." Gin mused. Maciv motioned around the room. Everyone upstairs. We'll open a window. Except Stitches." Stiches grunted from the other room, he had taken the girl's shirt off and was treating the cuts and bruises on her sides and stomach. "I doubt if there's any more than three of them that they'll be able to get through the window in quick sucession." Maciv said softly, rubbing his chin.


When everyone was situated upstairs, Gin opened the window and quickly darted back to stand with the others, weapons ready. Aside from Maciv, who afterall, was a weapon. "Stop making so much noise, you'll wake my kids!" One of the men shouted at Maciv's cue. This was code of course, but it would alert the lady that the window was open, and hopefully she'd come in. Maciv rolled his eyes. 'Ametures,' he thought.

 

[kou]

Corei grinned triumphantly as a window slid open from underneath her, she listened disbelievingly to the man's words before scoffing in annoyance. They really believed she was that idiotic. Well, fine.


"Ah, I see and do your kids kill people or does that just run in the family? The DG just want to talk, although I happen to believe that's a stupid idea as you seem to be well-armed in that room of yours.. now, can we please just settle this because I really could go for some lunch?"


Corei perched herself upon the edge, crossing her legs underneath her and awaiting their answer.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv wiped his face in annoyance. He was the only one without it covered, the DG knew who he was, and he wasn't a fan of hiding anyways. "They must've sent the dullest one here." Gin commented. The kids remark wasnt so she thought there was none of the New Order here, it was to keep any passerbys unsuspicios of the flamboyant display the woman had put on. Maciv motioned for her to hush. "Lunch in the middle of the night is something I have admittedly never done before." He said, keeping his shoulders squared and his arms lax. "And I do apoligize for saying, but I don't deal with backstabbers and sneak-theives. You are right that talking is a stupid idea, but so are most traditions. But tell me, I'm interested now, why has the death guard insulted me in sending a very loud, and very obnoxious agent to 'talk'?"

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast woke, her body still numb. she could actually think now. She groaned in slight pain.

 

[kou]

Corei snickered, liking the idea that he assumed she was dumb. Probably because she was. She stood, swooning slightly and altering her voice, allowing a slight drunken twinge to lilt her voice. "I'll havvvve you knoow, that I'm the best in sh-show and I am not at all shtupid... Um, stupid." She mustered the urge to keep from bursting out into laughter and decided that this was the most brilliant idea ever attempted. She was gonna piss everyone off so much but fucking with the NO was an opportunity not to be passed up. As long as they still believed she was a newbie, she was golden.

 

[Alstromeria]

Maciv's expression darkened. "I asked you a question." He said, voice barely a whisper. The other members of the new order froze, that low, graty voice was the one maciv used when he was 'done with shit.' That was the voice that told them to run and cover. Maciv calmly reached his hand over and wrenched Gin's gun from her grasp, and fired two shots. One bullet buried itself in the woman's upper thigh, the other landed next to her foot. Maciv handed the gun back to Gin without looking at her. "Now if you're going to say something, I'd spit it out soon." Maciv's voice was barely audible now.


Stitches heard the shot, but didn't react. He did react to his patient moving. "Easy, easy." He said, voice soothing. "You cut up your legs pretty bad, hold still." Stitches held a medicine-soaked cloth to one of the cuts.

 

[Little Masky]

Outcast did as she was told for once and stayed still. She winced slightly as the soaked cloth touched a particularly nasty cut. She stayed silent though.

 

[kou]

A human's natural reaction to pain varied on the human. Some laughed, others cried, there were many who reverted into themselves in order to deal with shock. It explained how a man was able to phone an ambulance after having broken his leg, Corei did not scream. She sat, allowing the wound to bleed and the pain to envelop her, she realized that perhaps joking was not the best way to go. When she spoke, her voice was cold and emotionless, a trick taught by the DG to not express emotion in front of a potential threat. "You have pissed off the DG, severely, they wanted to hold a meeting with your superiors in order to be diplomatic about some situation or another and you have shot and possibly killed their idiotic messenger, this is your situation and I attempted to not kill you when I first collared you, we can see how well that paid off..." Corei tossed her head back, feeling the urge to pass out.