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Quick warning before we begin: There is detailed violence in this chapter! It's not going to be relevent and is mostly just because I want to make the main character a little bit twisted, so if needed you can skip that part.

Note: Hey guys! I hope you like chapter one, and I really hope you'll like this one two. Anirria will be joining the Family soon, and I can't wait for her to start doing contracts. ^^ I have a few ideas up my sleeve for those... And, like always, all reviews are welcome and appreciated! They really help me out. So enough of my boring babbling, lets get on with the story. :D

I trudged through the muddy road leading to that Inn of what... Ill Omen? I guess that's fitting since I'm going to murder someone. I wonder what made someone want him dead...

I examined my map and looked up, spotting a run down building. There was a sign, and getting closer I made out the words Inn and Omen. Perfect. I quickly walked to the enterance and opened the door, instantly greeted with the smell of stale food, bad mead, and another gross smell I couldnt pinpoint. Gross. I looked around and saw a Nord man behind a bar, looking bored. I cleared my throat and he looked up, eyes wide.

"Well I be a purple spotted snow bear, a customer!" He all but shouted. He straightened up and started cleaning some tankards.

I faked a laugh, something that had began to come nautural for me. "I take it that you don't get many visitors?" I ran my fingers through my dark black hair, another trick I picked up. Subtly flirt with them and they'll usually tell you anything.

"We usually get stragglers on the Green Road, but they usually dont stay for long. We have Rufio, though. He's been staying in what I like to call 'The Private Quarters'. He pays, so I let him stay. He also seems paranoid about something, whatever that is." The Nord smiled at me and I smiled back. I had to crane my neck to see his face due to my shortness, since I'm the size of a small Breton or slightly tall child. I love and hate it, but nobody suspects the small 17 year old of murder which is good.

"So, where is this Rufio?"

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After an hour or two of talking, I excused myself to go look around. I went over to the trap door leading to where Rufio was staying, and Climbed down the ladder. I'll try to make this quick for him, but torture is always fun...

I sneaked through the hallway, going to the last door where Rufio should be staying. I unsheathed the blade Lucien had given me. I looked at my reflection in it and scowled. I didn't look like and assasin at all... I had ivory pale skin, dark black straight hair, and miscolored eyes. My left eye green and the other blue.. Not to mention I was barely taller than a child.

I stood up straighter and played with my dagger as I walked slowly into Rufios room. He mumbled something and I grinned darkly. This should be fun.

"Rufio, Rufio, Rufio... I had to travel an awfully long distance to find you," I said, giving a twisted girly giggle at the end. The man bolted upright and stared at me, eyes bugged out and hands clutching his sheets.

"W-Who are you?" He asked meekly. I giggled again at twirled my dagger in my hand.

"I, dear Rufio, am a messenger of death. A servant of Sithis, a soul bound to the Void." I giggled girlishly and twirled my dagger in my hand.

"What...?" He muttered, then his eyes flashed with realization. "No... N-no! I told her to be still, but she struggled! I- I had to! If she wouldve let me, I would'nt have hurt her!" The man cried. My eyes widened. The bastard had raped, or tried to rape, someone. I was disgusted and new that this wouldnt be a quick death.

"I see... Since it was an accident, I'll make it fast," I said, faking a sympathetic smile. He seemed to relax a little bit. Damn fool.

(A/N: Violence starts right here, just a warning to those who dont like it all that much.) "Now just lay down, it'll be fine." The pig layed down and sighed, closing his eyes. I pressed my hand to his mouth and he burrowed his brow but didnt resist. I smirked and took my dagger which I had called The Blade of Woe when Rufios eyes opened and filled with dread at the sight of the ebony blade. I smirked and lowered the blade to his stomach, slowly tearing through the shirt, hearing the soft but sharp rip of fabric covering his fat upper-body. Once it was completly torn, I slowly scraped at his skin just enough for it to bleed and have some yellowish colored fat leeking out and cause lots of pain, but not enough for him to bleed to death.

"Nn! Ll mmgh!" His screams were muffled by my hand and I scowled at him, wanting to get it over with. But I couldnt, for he did something to someone that happened to me a lifetime ago. Nobody should endure that..

"Dear Rufio, why would I do that? Letting you go would mean I wouldnt have a family," I said wistfully while lightly carving symbols into his flesh, now stained crimson. My mismatched eyes locked onto his tear filled brown ones and I grinned. Laughing, I scratched his face with the blade, carving a permanent smile into his mouth, stretching ear to ear. I then started to get bored. "Rufio," I started, my voice dark and emotionless. "I think I'm finish." I then stabbed him in the heart, watching the light go out of his eyes.

It felt good.

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"My, my, my Sister. You certainly seemed to have fun with poor Rufio," A voice said, waking me up from my light slumber.

"Lachance, do you have an obsession with watching people sleep?" I grinned slightly and got up from my bedroll, wearing my leather armor and only coming up to Luciens chest so I had to crane my neck. Again. He smirked down and me.

"No, it's just a prefered way of dealing with recruits. But you, my dear assasin, have proven yourself. Go to Cheydinhal Sanctuary, it is located in an Abondoned House near the North Gate. I'll be following your progress, Child of Darkness." With that he cast a Gods forsaken invisibility spell and disappeared, leaving me alone standing by a dirty bedroll in the Inn. After I had killed Rufio, I had screamed and when the Inn Keeper came down into Rufios room, I was sobbing on the floor, fooling the bastard easily. Since there was blood on me I had said I tried to heal Rufio, but to no avail. Some people will fall for anything, even give you free drink and a bed to sleep in. Even if it's dirty and cold.

I sighed and looked at my map. More walking...

A/N: Hey guys! Hope you liked this chapter. And sorry for the thing about the warnings and stuff, I just didnt think it was a huge part of the story and it mainly acts as a fill-in part for this chapter. Later on, however, it'll be needed to be read as part of whats happening. Anyway, I hope you liked this, I hope you like my next one, and all reviews are welcome! They really help. Thanks!