Rebels - A FFXV Fanfic

by IntrigueBlacke

Mors Atra, meaning dark death. An organisation of assassins and fighters want the government taken down, and that includes the prince- Noctis. The leader's motives are unknown, but she has a spy in the government. They trust the spy with their lives, but she isn't doing it for them. How will this play out? Will the bombings and killings stop?

36. Chapter 36

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Valdis returned the smirk in the dark. Sheathing her sword she could see they prince desperately looking around the darkness for her.
"I could kill you know, but unfortunately it isn't your destiny to die at my hands. Chow, good luck in your search Princy." She taunted and chuckled, waving to her sister before kicking the glass in one of the windows, and jumping through, rolling and standing up on one of the building rooves. Looking back, she saw Noctis at the window, watching her moon-bathed silhouette, trying to work out what the hell to do. Her golden eyes glowed through the darkness.
"Have fun cleaning up my decorations!" Anger showed itself on his face, and that merely made her smirk grow wider. Pulling the hood up over her head, the shadows immediately covered her eyes as she ran to the edge and flipped off into the darkness. Deep down the assassin could feel that he no doubt sent the cops after her, maybe the dogs. She couldn't leave a trail or a scent. Striking her hand behind her while she ran, the darkness from the shadows of the buildings crashed into the street like waves against a shore. As she ran they did this. Now, there was no scent to follow. She just hoped Petra would be okay.