AN: Dunno if I need to, but I will be not making any profits from this story and do not own any copyrights of the video game, The Elder Scrolls 4: Oblivion, which is owned by Bethseda Softworks.
There, done, now then, this is going to be a short three piece story about Lucien Lachance, uber cool, slightly psychotic murderer that he is. This will just detail a little about one of his first assassinations.
Anyway onwards dear friends, onwards.
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In The Minds Of Murderers – Lucien Lachance
Secreted in the mouth of a festering alley in the south side of the Talos Plaza of the Imperial City, Lucien Lachance waited patiently for nightfall in the seemingly unending drizzle that had followed him since Cheydinhal. Having stood in the same spot for over fours hours at least, the esteemed and feared Speaker for the Dark Brotherhood was bored.
Boredom was an alien emotion for many assassins, as most trained from the moment of waking to dusk, when they find jobs or carry them out. Many did this to become better, more efficient at what they do; others to forget the shocked and horrified expressions on their victim's faces (in fact such assassins never lasted long, as guilt is something they just can't work with). Such an emotion was especially strange one for Lucien, who rarely stood still and thought about where his life was leading him in any real detail. This was mostly because most of his early life was full of back breaking work, which then led to the brutal murder of a 'friend' who had just stolen the heart of Lucien's sweetheart, which led to him joining his new family, from which he had never looked back.
Another reason for which Lucien was bored was that he did not need to "case out the joint" as one of the latest recruits was so keen of saying. Young, immature people and their ways, in all his years of accustomed wisdom, Lucien would never be able to understand them, perhaps forgetting that he must have seemed just as silly to his seniors when he joined. The reason for which Lucien was spared having to go around, marking all of the windows, possible escape routes, and the ways in through the basement and sewers was that Lucien already knew the layout of the house by heart, having never forgotten it since the time he was last in it, many years ago.
For in this house he had performed his first contract as a member of the Dark Brotherhood, the relatively easy task of killing a noble's wife.
Having nothing else to do, and tired of watching people go about their meaningless and so called happy lives, smiling a bittersweet smile Lucien cast his mind back to that winter many, many – to his mind at least – seasons ago.
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Next time: the assassination begins.
Thanks for reading, any praise, criticism etc. would be good, even flames will probably be taken on board, if what they talk about is relevant.