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Chapter 7: Shadows Brewing

Mitch shut the door as quietly as he could and walked into the next room, which was his. Before closing the door, he watched Ivan walk past with a brush bigger than he was. Ivan caught his look.

"What?" he asked, waving the brush vaguely, "What?!"

"Nothing…" Mitch replied, "Err…g'night…"

"Yeah," Ivan replied, "You gave Jenna quite a scare earlier,"

"She already told me…err…"

"Ivan,"

"Yeah, Ivan. She already told me,"

"Right then, If Jenna can't do anything ask for Mia," Ivan advised, "One time," he started chuckling, as if remembering a hysterical moment, "…one time, On one of the Lighthouses, Garet accidentally…"

Mitch listened politely to the tale and said only one thing at the end, "Ouch…"

"Yeah, glad Mia could sort that one out…"

"I'd say so…G'night Ivan,"

"Yep, g'night,"

Mitch shut the door and lit a candle with a match. He used that candle to find his way through his backpack, and from there he pulled out a small notebook. After flipping a few pages, Mitch massaged his aching head once more and headed towards the window, opened it, and climbed out into the pitch black night…

It's time to do this…he thought to himself as his form melded into the shadow…

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The room next door was completely silent save for Jenna's soft snoring. One might not have noticed as the window soundlessly opened and a brief gust of wind blew a little extra life into the fire that was left smoldering in the fireplace. A figure clad completely in black sneaked across to the bed, slowly and in a zig-zag motion, as a cat stalked its prey. When it had gotten to the side of Jenna's bed, it pulled out a ragged notebook and flipped a few pages. The last page had a collection of pictures on it, and the figure took one of Jenna and compared it to the sleeping form.

"Such a shame," he sighed as a sound of sliding steel and a tiny glint of light reflected of the edge of the tiny weapon, "She's so pretty…"

Just then, Jenna groaned and her eyes creaked open…

"Mitch?"

Then she screamed.

The assassin screamed. Not because of the rules of comedy, but instead he had just had an elbow driven into his ribs. He struggled to his feet and croaked weakly, "G…go!" He fell to another well placed elbow to the neck.

The window burst into a thousand glittering fragments as five more of the mysterious assailants barged in. Jenna felt herself being hauled out of bed by something and shoved behind that something.

"Stay hidden," it commanded.

The first of the five went sailing back out of the window by a blow that felt like it came from a sledgehammer, and his screams got farther away as he continued the four-story fall to the ground. The second one got a knee to the groin and curled up into his own little world of agony. The third got a harsh uppercut, followed by a roundhouse kick to the gut, which sent him twirling into a far wall.

At this time, Isaac and the others burst in and found themselves suddenly holding a man who had just received the classic fist to the nose and was now out cold.

The fifth, last, and smartest of the assassins dropped to his knees and screamed, "MERCY!!! MERCY!!! O SPIRIT OF NIGHT GRANT ME MERCY!!!"

Finally, everyone's eyes adjusted from the dark into the light being granted by the hall torches. Jenna felt warmth at her shoulders and she almost shrugged them off before she heard…

"Are you okay?" asked a very concerned Mitch, "Did they hurt you?"

"N…no…" she replied weakly, "J…just a l…little scare…"

The fifth assassin glanced at both of them and looked longingly at the broken window. Freedom was just a few feet away, but with his comrades dead or at least wishing that they where, this man was intelligent enough to lie down very quietly and await further instruction.

There was a hustle as everyone tied up the assassins and Mia healed the really badly injured ones, and Jenna stood in an absolute stupor as she fitted the events together. Mitch was still angry – Jenna could tell by the malicious grin - and Jenna was getting angry as well. Someone had tried to take her life. She liked her life, it had sentimental value…

The guards burst heroically through the open door but sagged as they realized that they where a tad bit late and they milled about aimlessly, as castle guards usually did. One actually sent for some tea and snacks, and yet another went to get more rope.

With her attire that reminded Mitch of little frilly things that get put on little tables for absolutely no reason, (There are always little frilly things on tables, it must be the same cosmic force that makes sure that the whisker is always jamming the kitchen drawer from the inside and make paperclips appear everywhere), Jenna pulled herself up to her full fury-induced height. It was difficult to look threatening in a pink nightgown with little red hearts on it, but Jenna managed to be so as she advanced on the helpless assassins. The fuzzy pink slippers rounded out the outfit, making her look like some deranged children's TV show personality from Hell…

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Mitch was surprised at how well Jenna could interrogate. Some would say that, being a girl, she hit like one. What they failed to mention and what the assassins where learning very quickly was that she hit like a girl that could hit very fast, very hard, and with very cruel accuracy.

"Who hired you?" Jenna asked in a sugary sweet tone, "Please tell me?"

That was another thing, Mitch noted. Jenna had a while ago passed the barrier of red-hot rage to the other side, the calm kind of anger that could no longer be contained by the body and instead radiated out as extreme politeness and numbed even the strongest conscience.

"mumblemumble-can't tell you-mumblemumble," said an assassin.

"Hmm?" Jenna asked, "And why not?"

"mumble- we don't know who they are -mumble," said the assassin.

"Really?" Jenna asked, "Weellll then…I guess we've got a mystery on our hands then. Alright boys, you're free to go,"

The assassins looked up and at each other, "Really?"

Jenna smiled sweetly, "Of course! We wouldn't want anyone to get hurt now, would we?"

"But we tried to…" began the dumbest assassin but was cut of by the sound of a heel being driven into an instep.

"You're too kind milady," said the smart assassin, "Thank you,"

"What can I say," Jenna said, "I'm a giver…" She snapped and Mitch pulled out his bow and slid an arrow into it.

"W…what's that for?!"

"Oh," Jenna giggled, "My Mitch here's a champion bow-hunter," She patted Mitch's cheek affectionately. "Be sure to run in zigzags!"

When their bonds where released, the assassins hesitated for a moment before bolting out the door and down the hall.

"Shoot to kill?" Mitch asked.

"Nah, give 'em a few scars they'll remember us by,"

Mitch aimed, "Hehe. Always…" he said.

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"DAMN!" shouted a voice, "They should have gotten them!"
A minion was cowering below the huge throne, "I…I'm s…s…sorry milord! W…we…"

The man in the throne's face was conveniently hidden in shadow, as to not expose the secret behind the entire story.

"SILENCE!" the voice boomed through the ridiculously oversized hall, "I WANT THOSE ADEPTS KILLED!!!"

He reconsidered, "Well…" he began again, "…bring me Jenna and this boy Mitch…" He seemed to fall into deep thought, "Do what you like to the rest…"

"Um…like what milord?"

"I don't know! Restrain their psynergy and sell them as slaves! I don't care!"

"Y…yessir!"

"See to it,"

"Yessir!"

The minion turned about face, walked a few steps, and then ran in terror as quickly as he could.

"You'll all pay…" the voice sighed, "All of you…"

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