Me messing around, enjoy.
People would probably wonder how I do it; how I wake up every morning knowing I will be taking someone's life. Taking all their memories, happiness and all the joy they've ever known but when you're no one you have no memories, no happiness or joy to relate to them. When you're no one, you are alone. When you're no one everything you had has been taken away and all you have left is your service, Valar dohaeris.
Cat shut her note book then looked around at her blacked apartment, looking at all of the shadows and shapes. The old her may have been uncomfortable with sitting in the dark but the new her wasn't afraid of anything, she was fearless.
The load beeping of her phone ran across the room bringing her out of her thoughts, she crept across the floor and picked up the receiver. "Yes"
"Old town square, Colmar Frey, 9mp" The deep voice on the other side of the phone said
"Description"
"Almost kissed by fire, freckled, tall" The voice grunted.
No goodbyes were said instead they both put the phone down and she was sucked back into silence. Cat glanced at her clock and saw it was almost seven, it would take her nearly an hour to drive down to old town and she needed to stake out the area for at least half an hour first.
She grabbed her duffle bag that was already stocked with her equipment and headed out the door.
This would be her fifth job since joining the faceless men. The thought of killing men didn't make her upset or make her feel sick. It made her feel strong, stronger than she had ever felt. The old her had no power no matter how hard she stamped her foot but the new her had more power than the people that took her father. No! I have no father, thats not me. Sometimes the old her would break through but it didn't take long for Cat to remember who she was and stuff the old her back into the box she kept her in.
She waited until the boy came out on to the square then tricked him into an alley with a beautiful face of a woman a little bit older than herself. When she had him alone she leant up and slit his throat before he could even scream.
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There was a knock on his office door, Gendry found it strange calling it his office ever since his father was murdered by the starks. "Come in" he shouted across the large room
His mother appeared from behind the door, her golden head peeking through the crack
"May I sit with you my love?" Gendry nodded at his mother and watched her cross the room "Another of the Frey's men died last night" Cersei told him coldly, placing herself down in front of his desk.
"There stupid what did you expect?" Gendry muttered to his mother looking over the notes on his desk "They don't think"
"That's the fifth in two months! Someone is targeting them and soon they find us" she shrieked
"Why would they come after us? we have no ties with the Frey's" he looked up questioning his mother
"Oh Gendry" she sobbed "ever since your father died i… I am so paranoid. Im being stupid I know but I… oh Gendry" Gendry felt sorry for his mother ever since his father died. They had not had the best relationship that a married couple could have had but Gendry knew his mother loved his father more than anything. He walked round to her and rubbed her shoulder gently.
Cersei looked up at him with her green eyes full of tears "Gendry promise me you'll look into this, just in case. I don't know what I'll do find you get taken away top" she choked lifting up her hand and stroking his face gently.
"I will and you know I'm not like father, I'm your son" he smiled softly at her. Gendry loved his father but as much as you could love an abusive drunk.
"Yes your mine" Cersei smiled but for some reason Gendry felt like it was false, it's because I mentioned father.
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