OK so yet another middle of the nightish story. YEAH!

Disclaimer- I do not own Oblivion. I wish I did but I don't and this song belongs to Apocalyptia

I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to tell him who I really was. What I really was.

An evil murdering assassin and a thief. Not the hero he thought I was.

Yeah, but when you tell him he'll get pissed off and try to kill you then where will we be? I thought to myself.

Walking up the steps of Cloud Ruler Temple, I ran through different ways I could break it to Martin. Even saying his name in my head I felt butterflies in my stomach. How I ever fell for a noble is one thing I will never know. Let alone the fact he is also a priest.

In my head as I continued up the stairs slowly stalling as long as possible I started to play the song I had written to myself in my head.

Too late - this is not the answer
I need to pack it in
I can't pull your heart together with just my voice alone
A thousand shards of glass I came to meet you in
You cut the peace out of me

And as you ripped it all apart,
That's when I turned to watch you
And as the light in you went dark
I saw you turn to shadow
If you would salvage some part of you that once new love
But I'm loosing this
And I'm loosing you

Suddenly I had reached the top of the stairs. I ignored the greetings my friends called to me as I led Shadowmere to the stable. Tieing her to a post in the stable I gave her some hay and brushed her longer than necessary beginning to rethink my idea of telling Martin the truth.

I couldn't believe I was actually afraid. Afraid of what a little aristocrat priest thought about my morale standing. I couldn't believe I was in love with him.

I kept my cloak fitted close around me so none of the blades could see my shrouded armor. I needed proof for Martin when I saw him. I wanted him to know that the incident with his friends dying wasn't the worst that could have happened. He could have become like me.

I had finally reached the doors of the east wing. I was really stalling today.

And oh I've gotta turn and run
From faces that you've never see
Oh I've gotta save my blood
From all that you've broken
And pack up these pieces of me

It's too late now to stop the process
This was your choice - you let it in
This double life you lead is eating you up from within
A thousand shards of glass you pushed beneath my skin
And left me lying there to bleed

I entered the west wing knowing Martin would be asleep.

"Quinn! Your alive I thought you were dead! Its been what three months?" Barus said as I approached the Martin's door.

"Yeh...I have been...caught up in a personal mater..." I said.

'Oh yeah real personal matter. Murderer. Don't you think Barus would kill you if he even had the slightest clue you were the Listener.'

"Is Martin up?" I asked praying he was asleep and that Barus would make me wait until morning.

"Yeh... He just came up from working. The kid has done nothing but work his ass off since you left."

Then after another few moments of awkward conversation Barus allowed to me to approach the door. Martin instantly answered after a few soft taps on the door.

"Barus I swear I am getting ready!"

"It's Quinn. Can I come in? I need to talk to you..."

After a few seconds Martin threw open the door and grabbed me giving me a fierce hug thats interaction made my skin tingle. After a quick greeting he invited me into the room and led me to one of the few chairs in it. As he did this I silently casted a spell to prevent eves dropping.

And as you showed my your scars
I only held you closer
But as the light in you went dark I saw you turn over
I wanted always to be there for you and close to you
But I'm loosing this
And I'm loosing you

And oh I've gotta turn and run
From faces that you've never see
Oh I've gotta save my blood
From all that you've broken
And pack up these pieces of me

My broken pieces
My broken pieces

"Whats wrong Quinn? You look worried"

Sighing I stood up throwing back my cloak allowing Martin to see my skin tight armor decorated with knives. The dark coloring of the leather matched my ebony hair perfectly. Martins eye grew very wide as he took in my figure. He knew what the armor meant. All children were told of how the dark brotherhood dressed.

"BARUS!HELP SOMEONE ASSASSIN!" Martin automatically yelled. Yup, the blades had trained him well.

I quickly slammed my hand over his mouth and softly told him-

"They can't hear you. Stop screaming if I was going to kill you I would have come through the window. I need to get this off of my chest."

I took my hand off his mouth and gave him a sad smile.

Then as I told him about joining the Thieves Guild and how I eventually joined the Dark Brotherhood hood after accidentally killing a guard while in the woods.

He just sat staring blankly at me the entire time, and look very sick when I described Lucien's body.

"So thats me an Assassin and a thief. I justed wanted to tell you before you started to really respect me or before I let myself tell you that I...Are you going to say anything?"

"Quinn I think it would be best for you to leave." He said standing up. I only nodded and grabbed my cloak. As I threw it over myself I knew I had been an idiot for coming. He would either yell again or just execute me when he became emperor.

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