[Disclamer: All characters belong to Tamora Pierce. Yes, I know, they didn't have guns back then, but *I* wanted to use guns in my story. Plot is mine, not yours! Grr, mine. Anywho, read and enjoy. Review please.]
Thayet squirmed farther into the corner, frantic to be away from the madman. Gunshots rang out, followed by the screams of agony from her guards.
Jonathan had been the frirst to go, with only a small grunt of protest from Thayet. She didn't really WANT him dead, but it was neccessary. She only smiled as the children were disposed of. They always were such a nuisance to her, being loud and quite annoying. She never expected what hapened next. Never expected her blood would also flow to join that of her family. Oh, why did she always pick the bad hitmen? This Joren boy looked like he would do a good job. Aye, that he did, but he wasn't supposed to come after her! Too late now. The floor was a brilliant crimson, almost beautiful in its own way.
Joren advanced, gun in hand, mind blurring with his bloodlust. Oh, how nice Thayet's blood would be. Maybe he could even play with her soon to be lifeless corpse. She was oh, so beautiful. Now for the fun part.
She cringed as he caressed her shoulder with the gun barrel. Looking up, she saw him point it at her forehead and heard the little 'click'.
"Oh Goddess...Joren, please, no, don't. This wasn't part of the agreement! You were only supposed to kill Jon and the children! So many dead...so many..," she moaned, putting her head in her hands and sobbing pitifully.
"It's all right, darling. You'll join them soon enough. Goodbye, Thayet."
He pulled the trigger, savoring the sound of the bullet entering bone and her head slamming back against the wall. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away, to save for later enjoyment.
[Lol, nastiness, but it was fun to write. I sooo hate Thayet. Joren's soo sweet, but I thought it would be intersting to make him a necro for this story. Review please.]
Thayet squirmed farther into the corner, frantic to be away from the madman. Gunshots rang out, followed by the screams of agony from her guards.
Jonathan had been the frirst to go, with only a small grunt of protest from Thayet. She didn't really WANT him dead, but it was neccessary. She only smiled as the children were disposed of. They always were such a nuisance to her, being loud and quite annoying. She never expected what hapened next. Never expected her blood would also flow to join that of her family. Oh, why did she always pick the bad hitmen? This Joren boy looked like he would do a good job. Aye, that he did, but he wasn't supposed to come after her! Too late now. The floor was a brilliant crimson, almost beautiful in its own way.
Joren advanced, gun in hand, mind blurring with his bloodlust. Oh, how nice Thayet's blood would be. Maybe he could even play with her soon to be lifeless corpse. She was oh, so beautiful. Now for the fun part.
She cringed as he caressed her shoulder with the gun barrel. Looking up, she saw him point it at her forehead and heard the little 'click'.
"Oh Goddess...Joren, please, no, don't. This wasn't part of the agreement! You were only supposed to kill Jon and the children! So many dead...so many..," she moaned, putting her head in her hands and sobbing pitifully.
"It's all right, darling. You'll join them soon enough. Goodbye, Thayet."
He pulled the trigger, savoring the sound of the bullet entering bone and her head slamming back against the wall. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away, to save for later enjoyment.
[Lol, nastiness, but it was fun to write. I sooo hate Thayet. Joren's soo sweet, but I thought it would be intersting to make him a necro for this story. Review please.]