A.N: OK this chapter and chapter 2 have been BETA READ NOW! Yes I have found someone who is willing to do the Grammar and Spelling Mistakes for me so a BIG thank you to Winged Kannon for doing this for me and also for enjoying the story! -
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Escaflowne coz if I did Allen would be dead by now…I only own this plot! -
The Assassin Strikes
The darkness slowly descended upon the sleepy town. Somewhere in the far distance a dog was barking. Owls were shrieking in a near by tree. These were the only sounds to be heard. Patiently, he waited. His long black coat flapped in the gentle breeze around his ankles. Wine-brown eyes roamed around as the last group of people walked through the square. His black raven, untamed hair blended into the darkness, and swayed into his eyes. Suddenly, he found his next victim; following her silently and carefully, never leaving her with his eyes.
A young woman about the age of eighteen, walked down the street. Her blonde, shoulder length hair, bounced up and down with her every step. Bright sapphire eyes were set into lightly tanned skin; her body was thin and lean. Judging by her tight outfit, she had just come from a club. She was with another girl but she soon turned at the next road. Now she was all alone. She slowly walked passed a set of black iron gates, up a path and went through a set of double doors to her home.
The alleyway was dark and foul smelling. He could not see his gloved hand in front of his face. This was good; no one, including his victim, could see him. The tall, rough, chipped walls of the old abandoned apartment buildings, sealed him from any light that could give him away. As the girl walked some distance, he followed her keeping to the shadows. When she went inside, he looked at the house and groaned. But he was screaming and cursing in his head, this was no house it was a bloody mansion!
Unhurriedly, she took off her shoes and went upstairs to change out of her track clothes and into her jade-green dragon P.J's. then she went back down stairs into the library to read a book. The room was a dark, red-wine with a green boarder running along the bottom and top walls. Two sides of the walls were covered with bookcases, filled with expensive books. She looked up and out of the window. Suddenly she saw a shadow run past. The old cherry wood clock chimed ten. Quickly running up the stairs to her room, she got into her bed and turned out the light.
Watching as the last of the lights went out in the mansion and eying all the windows on the outside, he thought 'one of those rooms has to be hers! ' Gradually, making his way up the driveway, his boots were silenced by the tarmac. When he was next to the front door he brought out a piece of wire and started to pick the lock. Soon it opened to his touch. He walked in and closed the door gently behind him. Looking around, he found three different staircases going off to different parts of the mansion. Choosing the far left one; he went up stairs and started looking for her room.
At long last, after searching for what seemed like hours; high and low; he found her room. The last door of the mansion. Listening carefully he heard breathing, slow and deep. He opened the door. He drew his short sword. Close by, lying in the bed, was the girl. He stood there for a few minuets watching her dreams drift up to the sky. Slowly but surely, he lifted his sword and stabbed her with one graceful movement. Her eyes unexpectedly opened up and then glazed over. He stood there for a few more minutes, watching the bright fire-red blood ooze and stain the bedcover and the floor. He gradually turned away and walked with the taste of blood in his mouth.