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Summary: DarkSabre, an assassin working for Lord Voldemort, now finds herself without a master. Now on her own, she directs her fury at Remus Lupin. Will he survive her wrath? Or will she renounce her dark past?
DarkSabre
By Vaderfan220x
Chapter One: The hunt
The security guard was incredibly bored. It was the middle of the night in London and he was standing guard in front of a tall glass building with his partner. Tonight was just like every night. Standing in front of the building waiting for some imaginary killer to come by and try to kill the building's lone occupant.
The security guard didn't even feel the need to be standing out here, in the cold night. Even if an assassin came and got past him, the building was still crawling with security guards armed to the teeth. Not like Mr. Lancer needed all this security.
For the past few weeks, Mr. William Lancer had made several appearances over the media expressing his feelings about England's latest tragedies and how the government wasn't doing their job in stopping them. He had candidly stated that the police should double their efforts in finding all those missing citizens. He had openly suggested better relief efforts for all those destroyed towns. He had frankly disagreed with the nation's intelligence department for not explaining these baffling murders.
These statements had made a great number of people angry. They believed William Lancer had no right to blame the government, which was working overtime to stop theses crises. The amount of hatred directed at William Lancer had resulted in the need for extra security.
Personally, the security guard wasn't fond of William Lancer. He had brought this extra security upon himself. If he just shut up once in a while, he and his partner might be able to get some sleep instead of staying up waiting for an angry activist to show up at midnight
Bored by the silence, the guard asked his parent, "So, how much longer until we get to leave?"
His fellow guard looked at his watch. "Oh, we have about another five hours," he replied dryly.
"it'll feel like ten," groaned the guard. These kind of nights never ended.
Then he heard footsteps. He turned and saw a young woman walking down the silent street toward the building. She was medium height, slim and had cascading blonde hair. The guard thought it suspicious that she wearing a black trench coat on a fairly warm night and sunglasses at midnight.
"Excuse me miss," said the guard as the woman drew nearer. "This building is closed."
The woman didn't stop. Her face was expressionless, her eyes masked by sunglasses.
"Ma'am, this place if loss limits," called the security guard. Who did this woman think she is? Was she deaf or something? When the woman continued he and his partner placed their hands on their guns.
"Ma'am this is your final warning. No civilians allowed."
The woman finally stopped she stared at both their hand placed securely on their holsters. She then sneered, showing emotion for the first time. She placed her hand in her pocket.
"I'm no civilian," she said.
Suddenly, there was a flash of green light. The guard put his hand over his eyes and stared as his partner fell to the ground. The woman was holding a thin wooden wand. His partner lay on the ground, dead.
The guard, fully alert now took out his walkie-talkie. "Code Red! Code Red!" he screeched into it. He pulled out his gun but it was too late. The woman rushed behind him placed her hands on his neck and cracked it with the twist. The guard's lifeless body fell to the ground as the woman walked through the front doors.
She started to walk gracefully down the wide entrance. Along the glass walls were plants and empty chairs It was completely empty, except for a secretary at the desk all the way at the end of the hall. The woman flicked her wand at the security cameras along the wall, deactivating them.
"excuse me miss," said the secretary. "do you have an appoint…?"
She never finished her sentence. Making sure all the cameras in the hall were off, she pointed her wand at the secretary and shot more green light at her. She slumped of her chair to the floor. The woman walked to the side elevator and pressed the button for the highest floor.
As the elevator rose the woman kept her calm. This was not her face assassination, and it wouldn't be the last. Instead of feeling guilty over the lives lost already, she thought of how pleased her master would be when she succeeded.
Soon the elevator stopped a few floors lower than she wanted. No matter, she thought. Security wouldn't be able to stop her.
The elevator doors opened. She was in a plain hallway with white walls. Before her stood four more armed guns pointing their guns at her. The minute she stepped out of the elevator, they pulled the triggers.
She waved her wand, and the bullets stopped in midair. Instead of killing her, the bullets simply floated. The guards were astonished. Catching them off guard, she waved her wand again and the bullets flew at top speed, right back to the guards. The all fell backward, killed by their own bullets and the woman walked over their corpses to the emergency stairs.
The emergency stairs stretched from the top of the building to the bottom. Up and down the flights, security guards were stationed everywhere. When she entered, all of the pointed their guns down at her from their staircase.
With a wry smile, she turned sharply and vanished with a crack before hundreds of bullets shot at where she stood a second before. She suddenly reappeared behind the nearest security guard, and snapped his neck. The next moment she vanished again, appeared on the next flight of stairs up, and threw the guard over the stair railing and he fell to his death. She disappeared again, popped right behind the next guard gave him a high kick in the face.
With every flight of stairs, the woman ascended, killing one guard after the other. Most were not able to fire at her, as she disappeared too quickly. Some fired but shot their comrade instead by accident. Slowly, she continued to kick, choke, and impale each and every guard.
When she finally reached the tallest flight she looked down. The entire stairwell was littered with broken, bleeding bodies. With a sigh, and a sense of accomplishment, she opened the door to the tallest story.
As she expected, this floor had the most security. She met in the plain white hallway, numerous security guards and a few heavily armed personnel with bulletproof vests and machine guns. The woman grinned her wicked smile. This was going to be fun.
With extraordinary agility, she rushed into the group of agents. With a whirl of her trench coat, she kicked out at one guard while firing green light at another. She quickly lunged behind another guard as the troop opened fire. The guard took all the bullets. She threw away the body, kicked off the wall shot down numerous guards with her wand. She landed behind another sentry snapped his neck and backhanded a guard behind her. She was like a hungry puma in a sea of weak gazelles, striking with immeasurable intensity. They never stood a chance.
William Lancer sat in office, petrified. He had been slightly shook when the head of security came in saying that someone had infiltrated the building. But now guards were running through the building shouting orders and spreading panic. He looked around his office. Nothing was there to save him. He decided to hide underneath his desk. Meanwhile, the head of security was back yelling orders and something about intruders and multiple troops down. William Lancer was sweating so hard his suit was drenched.
Suddenly, the door burst opened. He heard the head of security adjust his gun back, but then he heard the fluid motion of a jacket, the head of security squeal, and nearly jumped out from under the desk as the guard was thrown into the facing wall. Blood trickled down the wallpaper as the gaurd slumped to the carpet.
He then heard footsteps approaching his desk. He was utterly silent. Soon a pair of leather boots come into view. All of a sudden, the desk he was hiding under burst into pieces. William Lancer yelled in fear, covering his head.
He looked up to find a young woman standing over him. She looked no older than twenty-one. How could she take out all those troops. Under her black trench coat he saw a belt buckle shaped like a skull.
"wh-what are you?" he asked, his voice full of fear.
She looked down her face full of fury.
"I am the DarkSabre."
She took of her sunglasses revealing cold gray eyes. She pointed her wand at William Lancer. Then she spoke the last words he would ever hear.
"The Dark Lord sends his regards."
And with a flash of green light, William knew no more.
Well there it is. I hope everyone likes it.
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