As an assassin he lived by that rule, no weakness allowed. But when a target turns out be a beautiful alien, the biggest weakness known to him comes into play. Love. ROBSTAR
No weakness allowed.
The night was silent, nothing at all moved, the crickets dared not make their music, the mice weren't scuffling through the scrubs, there was complete silence.
No one heard him walking through the trees, no one ever did. His hands tightly gripped his weapon, it was his only key to survival, there was no room for error, no room for mistake, no weakness allowed.
His eyes narrowed on their target, he crept forward, a small circle of tents stood in the darkness, no lights came out, and all to be seemed asleep, including the guard with his gun laying beside him as he slept on, his mouth hanging open.
He crept past him without a sound or a glance, he wasn't his target, he looked through each of the tents door looking, all that seemed to be here were the workers but then in the last tent, there he was, a small smirk played on his lips as he opened the tent more and stepped inside.
Lying on his side asleep, beside him was his gun; his dark brown hair was ruffled on his head, his pale skin shone out even in the blackness of the night where the moon was lost behind the clouds.
He seemed so peaceful where he was, but he was about to be put to rest, in such a deep sleep he'd never wake up, he'd be dead, he spun his sword in his fingers wondering what to stab first.
He looked again at his peacefully sleeping face; she felt nothing, no sorrow that he had a family who would miss him, no guilt, nothing.
Taking a hard grip he braced herself, raising the blade above his head, he took the plunge, all that was heard was the sound of the metal breaking the skin, through his ribs and into his heart, he pulled out his blade, he took a final glance at the mans face, it seemed frozen in shock, he grinned to himself, I bet he didn't think this would happen tonight. With that thought he exited the tent, he was on her way out of the campsite when he heard a rustling, and then a voice.
"Daddy?" It called, his eyes widened, how could he miss a kid?
"Don't go in there kid…get a grown up." He said not facing the girl.
"Who are you?" The small girl asked, approaching the man, he tensed as she came near him…he didn't want to have to kill a kid, that was just cruel; he couldn't even go that far.
"Just go and get a grown up before you go into that tent." The man growled deep in his throat and the girl took a step back.
"Do you know my daddy then?" The girl asked her large eyes shining innocently…unknowingly.
"I did?"
"What do you mean by that? My daddy's in that tent, I'm going to see him cause I had a nightmare…did you have a nightmare too?"
At this the man turned to the girl his eyes wide he heard a crunching sound behind him.
"Hey you! What are you doing here?" The guardsman asked, now awake. Without warning the man jumped high in the air and threw a foot at the guardsman, knocking his gun away from him and crushing his head in the process. The small girl screamed but he didn't care. Her scream alerted the campsite, who all scrambled out of their tents, some half asleep, others alert with guns at the ready.
The man pulled out his long knife and faced them, he jumped again dodging the bullets that then massacred the dead guardsman's body, bullets followed him upwards, he then fell back and landed gracefully, before pulling off a back hand spring and slicing one mans chest, he screamed and fell back blood pouring from him. The small girl gave another horrified scream, but it only fuelled him. He ran at the other men, dodging in and out of the path of bullets before giving a mighty cry and spinning, his sword held out, all four men gave screams of agony as his sword slashed their uniforms and their delicate skin.
He then turned to the last man standing; his gun was held limply in his hand by his side. His jaw hung open a mix of amazement and terror. He seemed to fight with himself to say something, his mouth opening and closing, like some type of fish out of water.
"What are you?"
The dark man's eyes narrowed, he ran at the man and grabbed his collar and held him in the air.
"Just human."
He then dropped him and stabbed the man hard in the stomach so he screamed long and hard before falling back motionless.
He started to walk away when he heard the sobs of the small girl, she was curled up leaning against a tree her knees drawn up to her chest, only her eyes were visible and they shone with tears.
He would've done something to help, he would've if he wasn't who he was, he had to be heartless, he had to be emotionless, and he had to not care about anyone but himself.
So he turned away and started to run from the campsite.
His name was Robin.
And he was an assassin.
Future chapters will be MUCH bigger; this is just a lil intro to Robin.
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