The Assassin
A Redwall fanfic by Greg Mills
© 2003 Greg Mills
I'm hardly going to bother with the legal stuff; its too boring. So, I'll just put the basics.
I don't own Redwall, because it's an abbey, and I'm not religious. The idea of talking animals is probably everyone's idea, but Brian Jacques is the one who put it into a book, and thus we have the Redwall novel collection. Helluva lot better than Harry Potter…Eck…
Also, some quick background on Darkflash, the main character and also my sole ROC character for 12 years now…
Darkflash is a completely black hare, as in jet black. His eyes are black as well. He wears a long cloak-like coat that barely touches the ground. It too, of course, is black. Under the jacket is slightly baggy black shirt made of silk. For his lower body, he wears a pair of noticeably baggy cargo pants, also black. On his feet he wears a pair of black leather boots with metal bands melded into the bottoms and the nose of the boots. Ya know, just for that extra pow when he kicks someone in the nuts…. owchies…on his fists are a pair of black leather gauntlets that reach to his elbow. He wears brass knuckles on each hand. The brass knuckles are blackened from flames to camouflage with the rest of his appearance. On the top of the brass knuckles, where the actual bone knuckles under the brass ones are, there are spikes, four for each brass knuckle, since there are only four knuckles covered by the brass ones. The spikes come out just far enough to draw blood, but they wouldn't kill if hit in the forehead with them. Razor edged barbed wire is wrapped around the spikes, just for an extra damaging effect. On the side of each waist is a long sheath, each one carrying a sabre. The sabre within is custom forged by Darkflash's ancient ancestor from 10 generations ago. Made of titanium and some other alloys, they are impossible to break or shear through. The hard metal makes the blades carry no scars of any sort, despite 1000 years (seasons?) of use. Each is 3½ feet in length, and are only slightly curved. The sheaths swing behind Darkflash to overlap each other behind his back at waist level, so they don't create a nuisance of any sort. He has countless other weapons, including almost a hundred throwing daggers in his cloak, a razor edged boomerang, A longbow across his back, a quiver with roughly 30 or so arrows, BLACK flighted of course, and some questionable bottles of a substance that causes an extreme explosion when thrown (nitro-glycerin). Dark flash lacks the accent of all hares, mostly because he has been to so many places; he shook it off during his travels.
On to the story.
Darkflash growled as he watched the three rats blunder their way through the swamplands. He was perched on a tree limb, watching the vermin blunder about mindlessly. They had been hunting him for two days now, and he had decided he had had enough of the constant loss of silence, which was one of the few things he enjoyed in life. He silently pulled out his longbow and knocked an arrow to it. He silently pulled the bowstring back and took aim at the head of the lead one. He fired from his crouched position in the tree. The arrow blew into and through the vermin's head, leaving the now dead rat with half a head, the other half having fallen to the ground from the force of the arrow. The body fell as the two other rats stood in shock. Then, the one furthest from Darkflash's position fell as an arrow blew a hole through his chest. The other rat panicked and fled. Darkflash smiled sinisterly. The smile matched him perfectly. Then he spoke to himself. His voice was silky smooth, tinged with a hint of malice and sinisterism, and quieted even the birds that heard it. "Never leave a job unfinished…" He said quietly, then dropped from the tree, and then took off after the rat. It was like racing a dragster against a newborn infant. Darkflash pulled out his sabre and sliced as he flew past the rat. Darkflash had been trying to stop before he even pulled out the blade. He stopped about five yards from the rat and looked back. The rat was still standing, as if paralyzed, a look of abject terror and horror on his face. Darkflash smile and went over to the rat, then gently blew in the rat's face. The rat's upper half slid off the bottom half and fell to the ground. Darkflash tripped the still standing legs, smirked, and walked off.
"Fools."
And thus ends the opening chapter of my fanfic. Please review, it will help. Even if ya don't, I'm still writing this, regardless. This is just to show my rather descriptive gore writing and Darkflash's attitude for battle. Next chapter shall be a history one of Darkflash's past. That chapter will be the key to understanding the rest of the story. Stay tuned, and adios for now!
