I stared at the man in front of me, this so-called professional assassin.
The man grinned at me and pulled his sword out of the scabbard.
I raised a hand to the long sleeve of my coat and reached in and quickly flicked out.
The needle shot through the air and hit the man in the shoulder. He stiffened and then yanked out the needle grinning.
"You're gonna have to do better than needles you little rat! Your only fifteen, you can't beat me!" He rushed towards me with a sword and I slowly counted backwards from five in my head. As I reached one, the man began to bring his sword down. I grinned.
The man made a sudden stop, the sword positioned at the top of my head, ready to cut, but never moving.
A small smile appeared on my face, as I reached up and took his sword. The man looked at me with fear in his eyes.
"Poison..."
My smiled softly
"Yes. Poison," I strolled past him and picked up my needle that he had discarded, "My needles have been dipped into my very own brand of poison. In the first five seconds, you will be paralysed. Five minutes after, it's gonna burn like fuck. And twenty minutes later, you will die."
I glared into his eyes.
"Do you want to die today mother-fucker?"
The man looked at me with pleading eyes.
"Not today, please!"
"What's your name?"
He spoke with a hurry.
"I don't have one!"
No taken name. Fuck, that'll make things harder.
I hesitated, but swiftly moved on.
"What can you tell me about the murder of the Thomas family?"
"I didn't have anything to do with that murder, I swear!"
"Why'd you come after me?"
"I was hired!"
I nodded.
"I can see you want to live, Mister," I smiled sweetly, "By the way, it's been five minutes."
The man's eyes widened and then he began to scream loudly as the poison began to burn through his body, his eyes twitching erratically and his muscles convulsing as he attempted to struggle.
I smiled gently and took a syringe out of my pocket and pushed it into the man's arm. The antidote in the syringe dulled the burning and destroyed the poison in his bloodstream His struggling slowed down.
"I don't like torture Mister and I keep my word. You will not die today."
I began to walk away.
"Oh and by the way," I yelled over
my shoulder, "I'm not "little rat." I'm Climber. Climber Falls."