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Okay, last chapter was pretty good, wouldn't you say. I wanted to point out one of the things about the names being call to the office, namely Pat Rork. If you switch the two first letters you get Rat Pork. This was something that my cousin pointed out to me (between fits of laughter). Anyway, I've come up with a way for Kim to find out in an indirect way. You're probably all expecting some big elaborate plan, well I'm gonna try to not disappoint you. But I know that you'll be happy however I do this thing. Extra long chapter this one will be.

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The Assassin

Chapter 6

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Holloween, and the school is decorated accordingly. Paper pumpkins, scarecrows, banners, orange and black streamers, and some full moons hanging in the halls. Each classroom was decorated different, for a sort of contest. The winner was to be announced at the end of the day. A delegation of board members were coming around to look at them; you couldn't have teachers or students doing it, you had to have impartial judges.

Nate looked around at all this, he'd seen plenty of decorations in his lifetime, but none as elaborate as these. Though they paled in comparison to those in Rio de Janeiro, or New Orleans, they were overly done for a high school. He wandered the halls looking in each room, which seemed to be done to a greater extent than last. Some of them had the walls completely covered in streamers, and pictures hanging over those. One had an elaborate mural depicting the change from human to werewolf. Extremely grotesque, but so finely drawn and painted, you couldn't help but admire it.

"They sure go to great lengths to impress their superiors," he thought aloud. 'Good thing mine don't care how I go about my business.'

The halls were empty since students were all in class at the moment, he was on his way to the bathroom. He walked past one of the classes that the board members were in, and heard them complimenting the students on the mural. They had no idea how much time and effort that those students put into that painting, even though they pretend to.

*****

At lunch Nate headed for his usually table when he heard someone calling his name. It was a voice that was foreign to him, but he could easily tell where it was coming from. Students at the senior table were calling his name, and waving him over. He couldn't understand why, but he didn't care. So, ignoring them, he went to his table and sat down to eat. Whispers began to filter through the cafeteria. He heard them all, and was surprised by these peoples' reaction.

"He just past up the senior table," one at the table next to his said.

"Why would he do that?" said another.

"He's got to have some balls to do that," said a girl.

"Doesn't he know that only a select few get to sit there?"

"Maybe not, or maybe he thinks he's better than them."

He ignored these whispers as well as the continued nagging from the senior table. He could care less about some stupid table. His mission was to remain as anonymous as possible, only a few people to know him. If he sat there, then it would be as if he had betrayed his own beliefs.

"You got some gall passing up a chance like that," Ron said sitting across from him, Kim was sitting at the other table, talking to Monique.

"There are plenty of other tables to sit at," Nate replied not looking up from his food.

"But that table ensures your place at the top of the social food chain."

"It's a ladder Ron, not a chain. And there are two ladders; the social one, and the academic one. Who do you see sitting at the senior table?"

"Seniors?"

"No; jocks, popular people, and seniors. You don't see the intelligent...the academically active people. They sit abroad, not really bothering with the pettiness of the social order," Nate still didn't look up from his tray. "Do you understand now?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Ron scratched his head.

"Good."

"So what are you?"

"Me? I'm nothing but an outsider, don't really place with either category."

"Oh, well I guess I'll have to wait a year."

"Eh, it'll fly by, you just watch."

"I hope so."

"Trust me."

"Hey, what are you going to the party as?"

"Death," he answered plainly.

"Why Death."

"Because he doesn't talk, and let's face it, I don't really know what to say to people."

"I got ya, I have that problem sometimes too."

*****

He stood in front of a mirror, his black cloak draped around him. Tying it around the waist he looked again, it was looking better. Pulling the hood up was the final step, completely hiding his face in shadow. The glow from his eyes was making itself known now, illuminating them, but keeping the rest of his face in shadow.

"You make a good Death," Shego said from behind him, her arms crossed and a skeptical look on her face, like a fashion designer. "But there's something missing."

"The scythe, I've got one downstairs," he said turning around and removing the heavy material. It was weighted with miniscule strands of lead sown in with the fabric, to keep it from blowing around.

"I still don't know why you want to go to this party," she said following him out the door.

"Neither do I, it just seems like the high school thing to do," he shrugged.

In the living room were a number of boxes, many of them were long. But one in particular stuck out, it was long, about seven feet long, and wide, about 4 feet wide. He opened it to reveal and beautifully crafted scythe. Many elaborate runes were carved into the hilt of the blade, and along the blade itself. The blade was made of titanium. The handle was made of stainless steel, and was about six feet long.

"Did you make this?"

"Yeah, took me about a year to get all the rune text on there, but it was worth it," he took the scythe from its box and stood with it. "Security sucks I'll tell ya that, those idiots at the airport will believe anything you tell them."

"So I've noticed," she laughed. "When are you supposed to pick her up?"

"I don't know, why?"

"You've never done this have you?"

"Nope," he gently laid the scythe back in the box.

"Well, there are a few things you need to know about dating then," she said walking into the next room expecting him to follow, which he didn't. "Coming."

"You haven't gone ballistic, why? I though that when I told you it was Kim that you would rip me to shreds," he said opening another box to reveal a long-handled broadsword.

"Because it's just business between her and me, I told you that," she leaned against the doorframe. "I'm not sure if she knows that, but I guess I'll never find out."

"I guess."

The phone abruptly rang, causing them to both jump. No one but their parents knew the number, so there was really no need to panic, but the call was unexpected. Nate walked over and picked up the phone, placing it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey Nate, what's going on?"

"Kim...h-how did you get this number?"

"I had Wade hack the phone company and get the number," she said it so matter-of-factly that he almost hung up.

'SHIT!' he thought then said, "Oh, well I guess that's one way of going about it."

"Yeah, so what's going on?"

"Nothing really, I'm just standing here with my sister," he smiled at Shego who looked like wanted to leap at him.

"Kay, so, what are you going to the party as?"

"It's a surprise...I gotta go, see you at seven?"

"Yeah."

He hung up, and as soon as he let go of the phone Shego was on him, wresting him to the floor. Even though he was easily twice her size and strength, he allowed her to get him down. When she least expected it, he hook his left leg around her right, and rolled over, getting her on her back. He laughed and let go, standing up. She stood up and tried to scratch him the shoulder, but her nails clacked against something hard.

"What was that?" she asked, reaching for his sleeve.

"You don't want to know," he grabbed her arm and kept her from touching it.

He looked over at the clock and saw that he had three and a half hours till he had to be at Kim's house. Thinking of what to do in those few hours he had left he turned to Shego and said

"Wanna go out for some food?"

"You don't expect me to go shopping, do you?" she asked glaring at him.

"No, I found the best place to eat in town. It's called Wings Over Middleton," he said grinning.

If you live in Connecticut, and you eaten at a place called Wings Over Storrs, or Wings Over West Hartford, then you know what I'm talking about, and you know how good the wings are there. If you live around CT, then I suggest you find out the best route to either place. Trust me you will not be disappointed.

"Fast food?"

"It's either that or shopping."

Shego cringed slightly, she had never liked going to a place like that.

"Fine, let's go."

*****

About an hour later they were sitting at a small table outside of the building, eating. It was a few blocks down from Bueno Nacho, and right in the path that Kim and Ron usually took to go from place to place. They had gotten the platter called the Zeppelin. Let me tell you this thing is huge, about three feet long, by two feet wide of boneless wings. It's mainly for parties.

Half the wings were gone though within the first ten minutes of their arrival. Most of them having been eaten by Nate, who seemed unable to get enough. Shego wondered, as she chewed on one while Nate wolfed down another one whole, how he could possibly stay so thin. Though she also wondered why she wasn't eating like he was, this was the best food she had ever had.

"I wonder," he stopped eating and leaned back in his seat, "just why she asked me, of all people."

"Teenaged girls' minds work in strange and mysterious ways Nate, it's best to not think about those things," she said eating the last piece of the one she had.

"Yeah, my head might explode."

They laughed together for a little while until Shego stopped suddenly, her face going, if possible, even more pale than she already was. Nate noticed this and turned around to see Kim walking up the street with Ron.

"Shit," they whispered at the same time, then looked at each other.

Nate looked around and saw a row of hedges between the patio and the sidewalk. He kicked Shego under the table and nodded towards it. She gave him two quick kicks and nodded. With skeptical look he dropped off the chair and rolled behind the hedge. Shego just stood up and walked behind the building. Nate watched her and silently cursed himself for being so stupid. He watched them as they walked by, completely oblivious to the fact that he was there, listening.

"I can't believe you asked her, and got me into this whole mess," Kim said obviously upset.

"Hey, you shouldn't have to agreed to that little deal," Ron replied.

He didn't care about what else they said because that was the only thing he needed to hear. As soon as they were gone he stood up and went back to the table, putting his head in his hand. He didn't know why, but he felt betrayed, having been asked only as part of a deal. Why hadn't he been able to read their actions, was something blinding him so he couldn't? The fact that he was only a bargaining chip shouldn't have bothered him, but it did, and he couldn't figure out why?

Shego came back from around the side of the building and sat back down. She spied her brother his head down on the table, obviously deep in though. Knowing that she shouldn't disturb him, she just had to. Reaching over slowly she was about to tap his shoulder when his hand whipped up and grabbed her wrist.

"If you're going to ask, then just get it over with," he said not lifting his head off the table.

"Okay, what did they say?"

"I'm nothing to them," he said and lifted his head off the table and allowed it to loll back so he was facing straight up. "So why did I even think I was something."

"It's part of growing up I guess," she shrugged.

"Well, I've got something to do tonight anyway."

"Another little visit."

"Yeah, I'll just tell her something came up."

"Can I come?"

"Neh, I won't be long anyway."

"Alright."

*****

Later that day, around six o'clock, Nate stepped up to the phone and was about to call Kim when it rang. He picked it up and leaned against the wall. It was her.

"Nate, I hafta cancel tonight," Kim said sounding somewhat depressed.

"That's fine, I was just about to call you and say something last minute came up," he said hiding the fact that he was obviously relieved.

"Yeah, mission and stuff like that."

"I told you it's fine."

"Okay, bye."

(Sorry, had to do it)

He just hung up, not saying good bye or anything. Turning around he jumped in the air with happiness. Then stopped suddenly as he wondered if she was going to be in the same place as he was. Oh well, he had orders to kill her if she got in the way. But when he thought about her, her face, he was tempted not to.

'Why do I keep thinking about her?' he asked himself silently as he went from the kitchen to the living room and grabbed his pike.

On the wall was his cloak, which he grabbed and draped around himself. He was wearing his usual mission clothes. Green tank top, black baggy pants tucked into his Vietnam style combat boots. Around his waist was a red sash, and over his shoulder was slung the bag. Attached to his belt was the pike handle, ready to go.

He had scanned over the file of Senor Senior, Sr., and he had already formulated a plan that would not end in bloodshed tonight. Sometimes the amount of blood he had spilled started getting to him. Whenever he could he tried to find a way for his target to keep from getting killed.

"So, she can't make it?" Shego asked walking in the room.

"Yeah, and I am gone," he said with a smile and clicked the heels of his boots together.

Smoke began to billow out from them and he disappeared. She stood there looking at the spot where he had just been, wondering how he did that. One day, she'd have to ask him.

*****

Kim and Ron had arrived at Senor Senior, Senior's island and snuck into the compound without much opposition, in fact, no opposition. She opened one door and they walked in to a large, round room.

"He's been doing some redecorating," Ron said looking around.

"Yeah."

Then the walls opened and out came the giant spinning tops of doom ©, here to crush them. As they spun blades whipped out and sliced at anything in their way, even another top. Kim grabbed Ron and fired a grappling hook up into the rafters. She swung them both over to a catwalk where they would be safe. Looking over the edge she saw the door they just came through open again, and in walked a cloaked figure.

A top started towards him, and with a wave of his hand it was blown back against the wall. He got to the center of the room when another came at him. The pike whipped out and sliced it in half, sending one end one way, and the other end another way. He thrust the pike behind him, ramming it into at third one before it could get him. While doing this he didn't see the last one coming up from the side. At the last moment he moved and the blade ripped off his hood, revealing green hair.

Kim remembered the green hair from when she had first seen him. He slashed with the pike again and again till the top was nothing but tiny bits and pieces. Then he stood and felt the back of his head for any other damage, none found. And, as Kim and Ron watched, he reached up and pulled his long braid out from under the cloak. When the gold ring at the end came into view, Kim put the last few pieces together.

Her mouth opened to say something, but thought better of it. Ron was about to say something, but she clamped her hand over his mouth. The thought that he was the one doing this had struck deep into her. The fact that he had been keeping this secret was almost too much for her. While they watched he turned around and looked directly at them, not looking too surprised.

TBC

Okay, that's the end of this chapter, I hope you like it. I had to end it there just to set some sort of cliffhangar. Some of you will probably be wondering how he could have missed that top heading for him. Hey, some things just don't make sense in fanfiction. I'm hoping for the full five reviews required for the next chapter this time. The last few times I cut you some slack after only three reviews, well not this time. Five reviews, or no update. I hate for it to come to that, but I have to do what I have to do to get reviews.