Yay! Chapter Two! Got this done faster then I thought I would lol. Enjoy!
Caha clamped a hand over her mouth, but it was far too late. Cahin had leapt, and the assassin had seen him. Women began screaming as the two men fell to the floor.
Cahin had lost one of his daggers, but was swift in pulling out his second. Caha ran forward, trying to reach her brother, as the assassin pushed him away, unsheathing a dagger of his own.
He was going to get himself killed if he wasn't careful. The Hellequin vaulted over the guest, grabbing her brother's collar and pulling him away.
"Cahin! I told you to listen to me!"
He growled slightly, pushing his sister aside as he chasing the now fleeing assassin, who was now attempting to climb the side of a nearby building.
That was when Caha noticed him. A Borgia guard who had his weapon raised. But it was not aimed at the assassin.
It was aimed at Cahin.
Everything around her seemed to slow as the dagger was flung across the piazza. She tried to call out to him, to warn her brother, but it was no use. Cahin kept running, grinning as he chased their target, unaware of the danger until it was too late to avoid and the dagger was buried to the hilt in the Harlequins back.
"NO!"
Caha let out a slightly pained cry as she ran towards him, skidding and dropping to her knees as she gathered him up in her arms.
"Cahin? Cahin! Idiota! Get up!"
She shook him, but no avail. He lay there in her arms, soaking her costume, staining it with his blood as his mouth opened and closed several times.
Cahin stared at her, through her, as tears streaked her painted face. The light slowly left his eyes.
"C-Caha... i-it's bright... I..."
"No... no! C-cahin! Non avete il coraggio! You're not allowed to die!"
Caha had only one thought as she cried harder. That her only family was dying, and she could do nothing to stop it.
A crowd gathered as she sobbed, pointing and whispering to one another at the scene before them.
Cahin muttered incoherently, his ramblings becoming less and less until finally, The Harlequin fell silent.
Someone gripped her arms, pulling her away as she tried to struggle and escape them.
"Let go bastardo! Let go!"
She dug her feet into the ground, attempting to stop them.
She had to get away. Find the guard that had murdered her brother and tear him apart. Make him suffer and find out why he had done it, who had hired him to murder someone who was helping them.
Caha didn't look at whoever had a hold of her, only tried to quieten her sniffles. "I-I can walk myself!"
The grip tightened as this mystery person dragged her away, and slowly, she stopped resisting, allowing them to take her to where ever they were going. A rough male voice spoke out, uncaring and harsh.
"Shut up and get in there."
He shoved her forward into a strange building and she stumbled and feel on her knees as he also stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
The Hellequin briefly took in her surrounds before realising where she had been taken.
The Borgia dungeons.
