Visara the Dreadful ch. 2

Before I begin, i would like to say that i, sadly, do NOT own Visara. You will find out who does in this chapter. I down own him, either.
Oh, and Shadowhsifter: her type is imortant because it infulences the way she thinks and feels and acts, but her stats arn't important, really, because she is not in any hand-to-hand combat yet. And they may change, they may not be the same as her card. And i began where I did because it is the true beginnings of the story.

4 those of you who don't know, I picked Visara to be the assasin b/c she has this ability: "Tap: destroy taget creature" (i think that's how it goes...). So she's the perfect assain, neh?

On with the fic!

Visara felt nothing as they led her back to her cell. She felt no hatred, no anger, no sorrow; she just existed. It scared her a little sometimes that she could be so utterly without feeling. But it helped her to do her job.
That night, she saw a figure in the darkeness outside her cell. She sat up, perfectly calm. He opened the door. Were they kiling her off earlier than planned? But no, she had seen the executioinar, and he was shorter than this man. Who WAS he?
"Come, my pet. I can give you your life, if you hand it over to me. I will free you, but I will own you. Is that a fair trade, my pet?" his voice was soft, caressing, with a slight hiss to it. She stared at him, but could not make out his face.
"Why?"
"I need a favor done for me. Did you think I would allow them to kill the best assasin in the kingdom just like that, without getteing her for myself?"
"I'll do it."
"That's a good girl." He slipped something around her neck, and it glowed. A necklace? No. A coller. She looked up at him.
"I have to keep track of my belongings, of course. Come, this way."
"My weapons..."
"Here, this room." They entered a small closet full of conficsated weapond. She found hers quickly enough. She caressed her beloved longbow, and strapped a dagger to her waist. They left the room, snuck past the guards, and went free into the night.
As soon as they were in better lighting, she turned to look at the stranger. He pulled back his hood from his cloak. He was the Cabal Patriarch.
He took her to the palace, where his innumerable attendants rose from their sleep to show her to her room. Once inside, she attempted to take off the coller. It burned at her fingers and would not budge. Finally she gave up and went to sleep.
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She saw the Cabal at breakfast the next morning. He smiled at her.
"Good morning, my pet. I suppose you'll want to know all about your target, neh? Of course you do. I have a file on him, here." He slid a file folder to her, and she began to flip through it.
"His name is Gerrard. He is a powerful opponent of mine... he appearsto want to usurp the throne. Your mission.... well, you already know that. I don't care if it is discovered that he has been murdered, don't care if it's bloody or silent. You shall have everything you need. Here, take this credit card; it comes preloaded with about 10000 dollers on it, and if you go over, i will renew it. Depending on the results, of course. If yuo buy a few horses and do nothing about Gerrard... well, I have my own executioner, mind you." (That's not an emptey threat. I have a Cabal Executioner of 2....-Authoress).
She ate her meal quickly. "I shall begin today, your majesty."
"I expect you shall. You are dismissed, my pet."
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She packed up her things and stole out of the castle. She crept quietly, evesdropping on many a conversation. It was in her nature. She didn't hear much, though, until she was almost to the door. Then she heard a conversation that made her blood run cold.
"Your majesty."
"Executioner. You know your task, of course?"
"Yes, your makesty."
"Good.... keep tabs on her. the coller she wears is an excellent tracking device i designed myself. She can't take it off. When her job is done.... well, I can't leave her alive to possible work for one of my enemies, can I? Not once she finds that killing me removes the binding. You know."
"Yes, your majesty."
Visara turned pale. She then recovered, acccepting this as fact, and went about finding a way to solve it. That was the way her mind worked: learn it, accept it, fix it, move on. She crept out of the castle.
'I have until I eliminate the target, right? So I'm safe for now. Something will happen, I know it!'

Poor Visara! you KNOW that's gotta be annoying, to wear a coller and be called "my pet" every third sentence! and the whole killing her thing.....