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***Nehib Mhiner: Castle Leyawin, Leyawin***

I felt the blood pounding in my ears, the adrenalin flowing through my veins and the rush, the high, which comes with a perfect kill enveloping my mind. Bliss was the only word for it. Pure bliss. I sighed a very satisfied sigh as I withdrew the blade, savouring the sweet hiss of finely sliced flesh. The Imperial's eyes now a bloodshot red, along with most of his clothes and bed sheets. I always feel a twinge of sadness before killing one of my own but that's always overcome very quickly indeed.

I admired my handy work. Everything was perfect. He was spread eagled on his back, one fine slit through his heart, almost invisible. Everything was red, did I mention that, blood red; my preferred colour in any situation. Blood soaked everything, its surprising how much you can get from a clean stab to the heart.

As I left the room I passed the two guards each with their throat slit. I darted down the stairs and out of the private chambers. With her husband in his current state the countess was going to have a shock when she got back from the Imperial City.

Sorry, I'm being rude. Caught up in the kill I suppose. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Nehib Mhiner. 20, Imperial, short black hair, green eyes. My job? A freelance assassin and I'm bloody good at it if you'll excuse the pun.

I darted through the streets of Leyawin; it was Tirdas, 12 pm. I had hoped to be out of the castle by 11 but there were some complications which took a while to deal with. As a result of this my client, an Argonian by the name of Acts Swiftly would have left our meeting place half an hour ago. I decided to pay him a visit at home.

I always do some digging on my clients before meeting them, discover their possible motives ect. Acts Swiftly had a brother who was tortured and killed by the count, well known for being racist towards argonians. Evidently Acts Swiftly wanted revenge and Acts Swiftly had gold, five thousand septims worth.

To my surprise the door was already unlocked. That wasn't good. If a door's supposed to be locked it's supposed to be locked. I had a feeling we had an unwelcome visitor. With my hand on the hilt of my sword I slipped in and closed the door silently behind me. I made my way to the first floor, where the bedroom of the argonian was located. There was someone else in here. I could sense it. The bed was in the right hand corner of the room. Walking over I could feel a presence behind me.

"If I was to turn the lights on now would I find a blade embedded in my argonian friend?"

"Oh no, I'm far more discreet than that." A voice, deep, gravely, menacing came from behind. Drawing my weapon I turned around and shot a spark from my fingers towards a ceiling lamp.

Illuminated in front of me was a large figure. Over 6ft he towered above me, a cloak and hood both as black as the void masked his face.

"Why did you kill him?" I asked, my voice steady, not showing fear even though I was scared. Slightly.

"He was," The man paused, considering the right choice of words, "an inconvenience."

Not a problem, not a threat but an inconvenience. This man was a cold blooded killer. This wasn't just a random stab in the dark murder. The killer had an agenda. I glanced in the mirror next to the figure. Reflected I could see the lifeless eyes of the argonian were facing the ceiling. As was his back.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"You, I want you."

"Then you'll have to fight me because I don't intend to give myself over to you without a fight."

"You misunderstand me child" he replied, his voice cool and unwaverd.

"Don't call me a child with one pivot I could slash your throat and drop your lifeless body to the ground".

"You have a sharp tong. Child." He was trying to provoke.

"And I have a sharper blade."

"Very well Mr Mhiner, please sit. I only want to talk." With that he sat down on a chair to his left and crossed his hands on his lap. I wondered if this was a trick to get me to lower my guard but there was something about him. Something about the way that he moved and the way that he conducted himself smoothly and elegantly. So I sat still with my sword in hand.

"Thank you," he said, "allow me to introduce myself Mr Mhiner. I am Lucien Lachance, speaker for the Black Hand and I come to you with a very special opportunity to join out rather unique family."

The backhand? I had never heard of it but the part about a unique family intrigued me. I decided to remain silent.

"You prefer silence do you? As do I my dear child. For isn't silence the symphony of Sithis himself?" Sithis, Dark Brotherhood. My level of curiosity had risen. Significantly.

"Sithis?" I said, "Dark Brotherhood?"

"Very good my child" Still with the child I noticed. I decided to let it slide. "The Night mother has been watching you. Admiring as you kill without pity or remorse. Smiling as you smile when you take a life. Join us. Join the brotherhood, join our family. And kill for Sithis. The reward will be much greater than any cheap argonian gold."

The gold. My 5 thousand septims. "It just happens that I was looking forward to my gold Mr Lachance. Double it before we talk any further.

He laughed and I flinched. "Very well, how much."

"His price was ten thousand septims" I lied. Suddenly an overwhelming force struck me and threw my out of my chair. My back smashed against the stone wall.

I tried to scream out in pain but it was plucked from my lungs by some invisible force. Lucien Lachance was still sitting there his elbow on the table somehow he seemed to be holding me up with his mind, using the two fingers pointed at me to channel this unexplainable power.

"I can take a threat Mr Mhiner, they are empty. I can take an insult they are weak. But I cannot and will not take a lie. The argonian offered you five thousand and because of your insolence you shall only get that."

With a flick of his wrist I fell to the floor. Trying to muster up what little dignity I had left I dusted myself off and sat back down. Now I was scared. I had never met anyone who could move a man with his mind before. Move objects maybe but never a person.

"It's a gift from Sithis my child." His voice was back to the normal, if you can call it that, cold lifeless tone. "It is a special," again he searched for a word, "ability, of all members of the brotherhood. Now Nehib, what do you say to my little offer?"