Disclaimer: There's so much in here that isn't mine, I'll sum it up for you: If it looks familiar, it isn't mine. Are we clear? And all the stuff that's not mine, I promise to put it back where I found it in relatively good condition. So please don't sue. Chris: Yeah, she doesn't own anything. Dari: Not even the band-aids she's wearing. Alex: Hey now. It wasn't my fault. How was I supposed to know there was a cat under the quilt? Anyway, as I was saying... Warnings: There's violence, maybe a swear-word or two, and bad writing. You have been warned. As for anything else, I'll put it up as it happens. And now, my poor attempt at a fanfiction! Yay! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mycaelis sat quietly in a tree, contemplating his next target. "Target resides at middle of the North Tower, fourth window from the right," he thought to himself. "Unable to scale the wall," he mused, narrowing his eyes, the only visible part of him though the mass of black he wore. They sparked with an eerie violent light as he weighed all his options.
Mycaelis had spent the better part of a week watching the window of his target and learning the patterns of the sentries and of the castle itself. To the casual observer, it would appear to be impossible to break in, but to the "Weeping Ivy", as Mycaelis was known, it was merely another challenge.
Slipping silently out of the tree, he walked over to a small well, covered, appropriately enough, in dying ivy leaves. The cracked and moss- covered stones told him that this well hadn't been used in a very long time and his previous investigations proved this well to connect with the under ground waterways into the palace. His violet eyes narrowed as he perched on the side of the well, he waited. Sitting so still, a causal observer might think he was simply another shadow or even part of the well, but he had chosen his spot carefully, so there was no one around to make such an inspection.
What he was waiting for became apparent soon. A flash of lightning and low rumble of thunder was the only warning before the sky let loose it's torrent of rain. Nodding to himself, Mycaelis let himself slide noiselessly into the aged well. The storm would no doubt drench everyone going to and from the castle, so the water he would leave would attract no significant attention.
After sliding along the waterways, he climbed out of an unmanned part of a cellar's drain and slid into the shadows. His current uniform would attract unwanted notice and so he slid from darkness to darkness, waiting for and unlucky soul to walk past. His prey turned out to be a young kitchen boy. Sliding a length of razor wire between his hands, Mycaelis slid it easily around the boy's neck and pulled him into the shadows. His whispered apology was the last thing the kitchen boy heard and a single salty tear the last taste before the dark claimed him.
After taking the boy's clothes, it was an absurdly simple matter to get into the Target's area. Abandoning the pilfered clothes that had been worn over his own, Mycaelis slid unnoticed into the Target's room. The storm raged outside pitch black windows as he approached the still figure on the bed, his steps making no sound on the rugs strewn about the floor. He paused over the bed and took a sharp breath as his Target rolled over in its sleep. The Target was a girl child! How could his informants have been that wrong? The Guild had a strict policy against killing children. He would have to abort the mission and head back. The informants would be disposed of in due time and the contract removed from this child's head. He turned as silently as he had entered and headed for the window and his route of escape.
Mycaelis nodded. It was out of his hands now. He had gotten only a few steps before a shout drew his attention. That was when he realized he had spent a fraction too long looking down at the girl himself. The patrol of guards had returned and noticed something amiss. "Damnit," he cursed under his breath. "You really screwed this one up Mycaelis," he thought to himself as he turned slowly to face the advancing enemy.
Sliding a bit of razor wire out between his hands, he gave a little wave and hopped right out the window. The guards seemed to have realized what Mycaelis already knew; the fall probably wouldn't kill him, though a few well placed arrows most certainly would. Keeping a hold on the wire he had attached to the window sill, Mycaelis slid down the rain slicked wall of the tower, the wire biting into the thick gloves he wore as his speed increased. Arrows finally began to rush past him. He managed to avoid them until one struck him in the shoulder, causing him to lose his grip and fall the rest of the way down. Upon impact, something in his side made a sick crunch and Mycaelis' world grayed at the edges.
Ignoring the pain and the way something dug into his side, Mycaelis quickly leapt to his feet and started to lope across an open field toward a small wooded area. A few more arrows shot past him, two more hitting its mark, one just below his shoulder blade and one that pierced the side of his thigh. He could hear an advancing guard behind him and muttered a few more curses before reaching the shelter of the trees. He could find a quite place in here to hide and nurse the wounds he had gained.
Stopping and hiding near a small stream, Mycaelis waited patiently for his pursuers to pass, shouting instructions to one another, and giving him a good idea of what they were doing and how long it would take them. He slid easily down the bank and sat there for a moment, trying to catch his breath without injuring his side any further. He then maneuvered himself into the icy water and taking a deep breath, wincing only slightly when a sharp stabbing pain hit him, Mycaelis reached up and violently pulled out the arrow in his shoulder.
The world grayed again, and Mycaelis slid silently to his knees, unaware of the stream rushing past his waist now. The pouring rain was making the water rise, and he didn't have too much time to waste here. He pulled out his wire once more and reached up, ignoring the screaming of his body, and sliced off the protruding part of the arrow in his back. There was now way he could remove it without help, but anything jutting out of his body could be a fatal hindrance.
Finally, he forced himself back onto the lower banks, letting his legs still sit in the water. The final arrow still sat in his leg and Mycaelis could feel the tip brushing up against bone. Closing his eyes and grasping the arrow's shaft, he took a deep breath and pulled.
When he came to, he was on his back and the world still hadn't gone back to its usual, clear self. Points of spears and crossbows were shoved into his face and a large squad of men and women stood looming over him. He mentally sighed. "All that trouble and I have to die anyway," he thought. Mycaelis sighed softly and closed his eyes, resigning himself to his fate.
That was when a loud crashing from beyond the armed guards drew his fading attention.
::You will not!:: A strong voice overtook his thoughts. ::You will live because you are mine.:: For a moment, Mycaelis wondered whether a God was speaking inside his head, when his world suddenly narrowed down to two points of blue. He didn't notice the guards standing aside for a great white horse, he didn't hear all the mumbled comments and the shouts for healers. All he suddenly cared about was this beautiful blue that surrounded him and gave him such a feeling of belonging. These eyes wouldn't leave him, they wouldn't care about his past.
::My name is Egidius and I Choose you, Mycaelis. I love you and I won't leave you,:: the voice whispered in his mind. And with the strength remaining him, Mycaelis began to cry silently as he returned this unconditional love with all his being.
::Thank you,:: was all he managed as he reached up to touch the beautiful being above him. Then the world finally shifted from gray to a familiar deep black.

R&R please.