Disclaimer: Technically, I don't really own anything, cept the plot here. And the two Assassins. Dammit.
A scream was stifled as a blade sliced through a neck swiftly, the outcry of fear and rage becoming a gurgling moan of pain. A body fell against a chair, dripping crimson staining murky brown. The coppery smell of newly spilt blood reached the dark form's nose, and it sheaved its longsword and turned to leave.
"W-Wait..." There was a shuddery breath from the dying teenage boy on the ground. "W-who a-are-" There was another soft gurgling. "- y-you?"
A pause.
"No one." The voice seemed female, but it was hard to tell because it was a whisper. There was a rustle of a cloak, and the form was gone. The boy shuddered, shivering in his death throes, and fell limp against the wooden chair. The room was silent, save for the quiet drip-drip of the blood that fell from his neck.
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"You have done well, Assassin, but there's one problem. It wasn't an instant kill. The bonus is forfeit, but because he did dieright after you left, you get a twenty percent portion of the bonus." An Argonian woman dropped coins into a gloved hand, which closed and fell against its owner's side. The woman, Ocheeva, looked back at her book, her red eyes focused on the words. "Go get some rest, and come back when Sithis has given you advice on your contracts." The dark form nodded, face hidden by a dark cowl, and it turned and left, leather boots making not a sound on the stone floor. An enchanted skeleton, clad in a rusty iron cuirass and bearing a similar shield-and-sword combo - even boots; paused in its path, turning to look at the form briefly as it walked past without looking back at the skeleton, which continued its eternal path.
The form dropped its belongings into a hardwood chest, sitting on the mattress with a flop. It looked around the barely lit room, the darkness in it barely penetrated by the two torches on either side of the room. A rat waddled along the floor, stopping at the form's feet and sniffing them, and squeaking as it was kicked away. Red eyes glared from beneath the cowl, and the form lay back on the bed, crossing its hands behind its head, still hidden. Blue skin was visible, but barely, and beneath the shrouded armor, what the Dark Brotherhood assassins wore, the red eyes closed.
Sometime after, the form started shaking, grumbling under its breath and gritting its teeth. One of the Dark Sisters walked over, biting her lip, and shook the form gently. "Assassin, please wake up."
The Assassin sat up, rubbing the back of its head, and sighed. "Another nightmare..." Again, the voice was a bare whisper, so the Sister couldn't tell if it was male or female, either; the shrouded armor was too thick to tell.
There was a loud crashing noise making them both jump, and one of the Dark Brothers yelled, "It's okay! The fighting dummy fell down!" The Sister shook her head, sighing, and left the room.
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Sometime in the night, a dark shadow creeped into the living chambers, where all the Dark Brotherhood slept soundly. One by one, their lives ended, even the lower Assassins'.
All but the one...
The hood was pulled back after, and the eyes of the shadow widened- How could it be?
.. And why was she staring into a male version of her own face?
