As the knife in my hands cut through the soft flesh of the man's abdomen, his eyes locked with mine. I finished the slash, leaving his intestines pouring out, and his mouth opened to scream.
"No! No! Please! Don't kill me!"
I wanted to tell him it didn't matter. That even if I left right now and never looked back, he would still die. No healer in Cyrodiil would be able to help him. I wanted to reassure him that I would stop his suffering soon. And that I was sorry that I was doing this to him.
But I didn't.
I just cracked an emotionless grin and plunged my knife down again. This time I ripped open his chest. Now he screamed not words, but the terrified scream of a dying animal. The sound made my eardrums hurt.
I wanted to thank him. He was my ticket to the life my father said I was born to have. His sacrifice would make my father proud of me.
The grin slid of my face as I slashed my knife one last time. The cut across his throat broke of his scream, making it end in a gurgle before he fell silent completely.
"This is for you, father."
As the whispered words left my mouth I realised my mistake. No longer had I any right to call him my father. No, my first murder had to be dedicated to my new father. Sithis. The one who I would serve until my dying breath.
I gulped and looked away from the body. Perhaps because I had failed to dedicate this to Sithis, a speaker wouldn't come to recruit me. Even though that meant I had failed my purpose in life, it still send a shiver of hope through my heart.
Of anyone, I wasn't cut out to be a murderer. A servant of Sithis. One of the brotherhood. Call it as you will, for me it was all the same. For me it was fulfilling my father's dying breath and the rope around my neck that would be my demise.
I was too soft, too kind to ever kill anyone. Or so I had thought.
When I lured this Imperial to some far off cave, I didn't have a concrete plan of what I was going to do. I just wanted to kill him. Murder him. Send a signal to the Dark Brotherhood that I was ready to join their ranks.
I had entered the cave only to run straight ahead and wait in a wide-spaced chamber. True to my planning he had followed me straight in. As I gave him a smile he slowly came forward. It was then I suddenly rushed towards him and pulled out my knife. I knocked him to the ground and launched my first attack.
Killing him had been so easy. The only trouble it gave me was the walk from the inn towards the cave. The rest had been childsplay.
I let out a shaky sigh and focussed on the body again. I knelt down and cleaned the blade of my knife on his shirt. Next I slowly closed his eyes. I folded his hands over his chest and ordered his body. As I straightened up I looked down on him again, choosing to forget the blood that turned the ground a deep red.
I shook my head, put away the knife and marched out of the depressing cavern.
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AN: So that's the prologue. This fic is basically going to be the journey called the "Dark Brotherhood". And a whole lotta extra, now that I think about it. xD So far I've been having a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you will also enjoy reading it. I'm a sporadic and lazy updater, so just gimme a prod if it takes too long. If you are interested in more info about this fic check my site, address is on my profile.
All names (except from my main character) from this are taken from "Morrowind" because I'm just so not creative when it comes to those things. (Read: Too lazy to figure out what kind of names each race has). So my apologies if the names are familiar and if it bothers you. My main character has a name that I doubt you would find in any race, so don't mind that please. I just liked the name.
That's all I guess. (…an AN almost as big as the chapter itself. OTL)
I hope you enjoyed the short prologue and thanks for reading.
See you next time!
