Sorry about it being a little rushed, I just thought it would be best to do it this way. Well, I'm a little ill, so I had time to write this. :D If there are any of my stories that you have read and are desperate to hear the end of, please tell me and I will focus on finishing it.
Shadow spent most of that night and the next day in his quarters, thinking over what had happened the previous day. First, he had helped a civilian, which was not the Assassin way, and then he had stupidly began talking to and promised to visit that same person! He was beginning to think that he was in fact beginning to grow a heart – metaphorically speaking of course – but was snapped out of his delusions by the clanking of metal on stone floors.
"Shadow, you've been in here for over twelve hours. What on earth is the matter with you? This is the longest such a simply contract has taken you." Shadow's 'father' said, taking his hood from over his face to show a concerned look.
"I'm just thinking about something. It has nothing to do with you so don't worry. I'm going to get the job done now." Shadow said with a cold glare to his parental figure as he left his quarters. Shadow continued down a few corridors until he reached the main chamber then ran up the wall to grab the rim of the hole he had previously used to enter the building.
Several minutes later, Shadow was once again outside the Rose household, a blade hidden in his hand and under the long arm of the cloak. The wooden door creaked open. Shadow readied himself to either stab the one who opened it or quickly put the blade away and greet them. As the face of the individual was revealed, the latter was enforced.
"Good evening, Miss Rose." Shadow said with a bow. This enabled him to slip the knife quickly and easily into his boot.
"Good evening." Amy smiled. "Please, come in." She moved aside, motioning for him to go inside the grand building. He nodded and made his way into the building.
"Are your parents in?" Shadow asked, following Amy through the Rose household towards the garden. Amy's eyes lost their light for a spilt second then she smiled again and replied.
"My father is but... my mother really couldn't be here even if she wanted to." Unsure of what she meant by this, Shadow asked her why. "She died when I was only young." Shadow immediately apologized, biting his tongue in fear of saying anything else that may harm her emotionally again.
As Amy opened the door to the garden, Shadow saw his target. Thorn Rose, the one he had been contracted to kill, stood staring at the blue sky, a small smile on his face. "Good evening, Amy. Who is your friend?" He asked, smiling at his pink daughter.
"This is... um.. I... I don't remember your name. Sorry... What was it?" She asked.
"You don't remember because I have not told you, so it is my fault and there is no need to apologise."Shadow began his mind racing to find a name he could use that he could remember. "My name is-" A knock at the door interrupted Shadow and a call from Amy stating that she'd get the door brought a silent sigh of relief to Shadow's lips.
"Bravo, Assassin." Shadow's head snapped in Thorn's direction. "I never suspected that that filthy guild of yours would stoop so low as to use my daughter to get into my home. I think I might have approved more of you smashing a few windows to get to me." Shadow's eyes widened, half in fear, half in amusement. How did he know. "Do it quickly, Assassin. I would rather my daughter not see me dying." He urged. "Oh, and do tell your client that I am amused by his tactics." Shadow's open jaw was righted, then he knelt to get the knife from his boot – eyes never leaving Thorn. He shot up, and towards Thorn as soon as he had a grip on the knife, trying to minimize the time it took to avoid any of the immediate consequences of his actions. He jumped forward when he was close enough; burying the blade in his chest and then leaping over him and towards the wall he planned to scale.
At that time, Amy walked back through the door and the scene she saw make her blood boil. "YOU!" Amy spat after Shadow, first running to her father to see how bad his injuries were. As an Assassin, Shadow had been trained not to miss vital spots. He had most certainly managed that as the knife was in Thorn's heart.
Shadow was still attempting to scale the wall. He was slower than usual. Not good.
Amy looked around franticly for a stone to throw at him and upon locating one, grabbed it and threw it straight at Shadow. His random movements and her bad aim seemed to be the only thing that made the stone connect with his shoulder. The pain in his left shoulder made him let go of the wall with his left hand. He looked over his injured shoulder at the girl whose father he had just killed. Tears of anger burned at her cheeks as she went for another rock and Shadow knew that he had to get out of there – fast.