A/N: sorry it took so long, I was caught up in October Baseball (or the end of it rather). Anyway, it's kind of short again…I keep trying to make it longer but it doesn't work.
Chapter Three: The Job
Kalic stood there, stunned. No. He wouldn't do it. He couldn't do it. Kill someone? Never. Not ever!
Nurmai went on, "There is man, a very powerful man that lives in the palace. He is very dangerous and will do anything to get what he wants. Yes, you must be careful. Ever so careful." He moved back to where he had been sitting before. Though he continued standing, Nurmai's fingers traced over the box he had hidden away so quickly before.
Finally regaining his ability to fell things, Kalic started to say something. "Nurmai, I-" Nurmai shot him a poisoned glare. Then, as if remembering something, he turned away from the table and went to fish something out of a drawer. He came back; carrying two rolled up pieces of paper.
"Here," he unrolled one and placed the box on one corner to keep it from springing back to it's original state. "This is a map of the inside of the palace. The other one is a map of the grounds and immediate surrounding area. And there," he pointed with one long, pale finger at a tower in part of the main castle, "is where you will find this man. There is another woman that lives with him. Kill her also if she gets in the way. You will leave before dawn tomorrow. I will get you everything you need tonight…"
"Nurmai!" The older man looked up, startled almost. He had been engaged in his thoughts and was slowly tracing over the carving again. His surprise quickly changed as his eyes clouded over with fury. But Kalic was beyond the point of caring. His only thought was of how he was not going to kill anyone. No matter what Nurmai did to him.
"I won't do it! You can't make me! I don't care what you do or what you keep from me, but I'm not gonna kill someone!"
Nurmai had heard enough. He swiftly picked up the chair he was standing next to and hurled it at Kalic. Kalic tried to duck but couldn't move fast enough. The chair's leg stuck him on his forehead. He reeled back, stumbled and fell to the ground. Things around him began to sway and darken. Thank the gods, he thought. But life is darkly ironic and just as he thought this, the world ceased it's spinning and brightened. Only now Nurmai stood over him again.
He stepped on the boy's wrist and watched Kalic register the pain and try to shift himself to avoid it. "Don't fight me boy. You'll never win," he spoke quietly but his words dripped with malice. "You will leave tomorrow, you will enter the palace, and you will kill this man. Or I will kill you. Slowly, ever so slowly. You will hurt very much before I am done with you. And you will wish, so desperately, that you had just simply done as you were told. Do you understand me?"
Kalic nodded slightly, not looking at Nurmai. He pressed harder. "Yes, yes I do," Kalic managed to gasp; his voice was shaking uncontrollably.
"Good." Then he turned away. "I'm going out to get a few things. You'll be here when I come back. Then I'll give you more instructions on what you're to do." He began walking towards the door. When he got there he stopped, " I wouldn't lay a finger on that box if I were you. There are ways to find out what's happened to it."
Kalic nodded again, but before Nurmai could leave he quickly asked, "What's his name?"
Nurmai looked at him strangely. "His name? Well, I suppose it won't matter…His name is Numair Salmalin." With that he exited and shut the door firmly behind him.
A/N: I'm sorry about the names (Nurmai, Numair). At first I didn't realize it, then I thought it wouldn't matter because I was originally intending the person to be Jon. But then I changed it. If you want me to I can change Nurmai's name a little so that it isn't so confusing, just put it in your review =).
