All righty then! New story...tell me what you think!
In the middle of Africa, on the outskirts of the Sahara Desert a large palace stood. Guards were posted round the outside wall, the higher level ones inside. Walking down one of the main hallways to the Governor's chambers walked two young men; walking very quickly they spoke in rapid French.
"What's next on the agenda brother?" The taller one of the two asked.
"Meeting with the president and his government Kallian." The smaller one said to his brother, flipping over a sheet of paper.
"Great another negotiation. What next Fraran? Another war?" he threw his arms up in the air.
"Calm yourself Kallian. Father is already stressed as it is." Fraran opened up the end door and walked into the tall, elaborate room of gold and wood. "Father we have come to..." he trailed off. "Sweet Jesus!" he cried jumping back.
"Father!" Killian cried springing forward and slipping in the pool of liquid. He raised his head, jumped up and held his bloody hands to his face. "Guards! Guar..." he was cut off when a weight crashed him to the floor, ramming a lethal blade into the top of his skull.
"Killian!" his brother screamed, jumping back as the figure stood up, pulling the blade free.
"All for the sport!" the figure muttered in French, pulling out a slim sward and thrusting it onto the throat of Fraran.
"Marian!" he croaked before the thin blade was pulled free. The brother fell beside Killian as the last of his life was forced out of him.
"Indeed!" the one called Marian whispered in English with a strong Eastern European accent. Pulling the cloak about her body, covered her face and hair and walked to the door. Upon hearing the approaching feet she ran full pelt to the third door, threw her shoulder into the door and charged in.
Quickly taking in the guest bedroom decor she ran to the window, the footsteps stopping behind the broken door. She pulled the tassel from the four-poster bed and jumped forward, braking through the glass. Twisting in the air she threw the rope up, catching onto the windowsill and abseiled down.
"There she goes!" someone above her yelled. Glancing up she pressed her feet into the wall, pushed out and released the rope, back flipping into the air and landing free falling several feet, landing in a slight crouch. She sprang up, raced across the grass, jumping over the startled guards in the garden and scrambled up the wall, bullets flying by.
She landed on the other side and sprinted over to her horse, giving a sharp whistle. The horse began to run and she swung up onto its back, clicking her tongue and taking the rains.
"Lets go!" she yelled, hearing the bullets whistle by her. She took to the sand dunes and raced off into the desert, leaving the startled guards behind.
"Captain! They're dead! They're dead!" The man turned his head and saw another guard racing into the bed room.
"She struck again!" he whispered in horror, looking out the window and then walked to the corridor, looking down at the door at the end of the hall where the blood slowly seeped into the carpet. "Will nothing stop her?"
"Why exactly are we here?" Flash asked walking off the ramp of the Javelin. They had landed just outside of the Palace on the edges of the desert.
"Because Batman said this isn't the first murder by this assassin." The Green Lantern explained sighing in frustration.
"You mean he's killed before?" Flash stopped and turned back to the ship waiting for the others.
"She." He spun back round and saw Batman stalk out of the shadows beside the guard post. "She's struck before." He nodded to the others. "You may want to see what she's capable of." He turned and led the way into the Palace.
"Hey! How'd she get in?" Flash hurried over to Batman, matching his pace.
"Not sure yet." He said, staring straight ahead. Flash skipped back slightly and fell into step with the Lantern.
"What's his deal?" he asked.
"I think they've met." He guessed, glancing at the youngest member.
"Right!" he nodded, watching the man lead the way. "He's got history with everyone!"
Batman stopped at the end of the corridor and nodded to the room at the end. Superman moved to the front and spotted the oozing blood from under the door.
"How many?" he asked Batman.
"Three. Father and two sons." He stalked down the corridor, watching for clues. He stopped once more at the third bedroom door and checked the frame. "She escaped this way, down the window and over the wall." He explained as the others moved after him.
They continued down to the bloody carpet and Batman carefully pushed the door letting it swing open. Flash jumped back into The Lantern in horror at the sight of the massacre.
"Shit!" he hissed, unable to close his eyes. "What the fuck's wrong with her?" he asked in shock.
"She enjoys hunting." Batman said, stepping over the brother's corpses and walked over to the bed. The father lay in bed, eyes wide to the ceiling. Batman looked up and around the blood splattered room before going back to the corpse. "Slit throat. Lacerations to the chest, large knife, possibly a sward to the heart. She likes to make them suffer." He shook his head.
"What about them?" Diana asked. J'ohn moved forward with The Lantern and the two knelt down.
"Knife wound to the skull." J'ohn pointed to the smaller brother. "And a blade through he throat." He pointed to the second brother.
"Bloods all his." Batman concluded, pointing to the father and then to the blood splatter round the room. "She enjoys the kill." he stalked out the room and entered the third bedroom where she escaped, Flash following behind.
"How did you know her?" he asked.
"I was on a business trip in India when she struck at my client. I've researched who she is but am unable to find why she does this or where she comes from." He leant out the broken window and imagined her escape.
"I can help sir!" The captain of the Guards said, stepping into the room, he continued in his broken English. "She from Romania. Created by European Government, she go rogue." He bowed slightly to Batman.
"How do you know?" Batman asked, turning to face the man.
"Because my Lordship help pay for her. He pay parents and sent her to assassin school. She back for revenge on any leader." He said, fear in his eyes.
"How is I don't know this?" Batman thought out loud.
"Because Government do cover up Sir!" The man saluted. "She not exist to them." With that he dismissed himself and left, brushing past Hawk Girls who came to see what Batman had found.
"What?" she asked at the look on Batman's face.
"She could be real trouble now." He said, leading the way out while explaining everything to her. "She's after anyone with power, skill of strength." He said to everyone as they all climbed back on the Javelin. "This is just sport to her."
"What so bad about her. She's just human." Flash said shrugging slightly.
"She's been trained to kill with no feelings as to who she's killed. That alone is dangerous." He explained to Flash, staring up the ship. "She has been known to toy with people, threaten them, scare them. Lets check around to see if she's targeted anyone." He said, flying back to the Javelin.
Sitting unseen on the wall Marian pulled her cloak tighter round her face. Only her eyes were visible and they watched the disappearing ship. "New sport. Let me see who it shall be." She muttered to the night, jumping off the wall and walking out into the desert. "Perhaps a skill I have never faced before." She mused to herself her accent hissing out into the sandy plane. "I am coming back America! Be ready for me!"
well what do you think? Good or bad?