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Remy and Rogue kill people! And fast forward to four years later. So we have a 22 year old Remy and eighteen year old Rogue.
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Chapter 3-Back with the Thieves
"Rogue, pay attention! We don't have all day you know." Hank frowned. Rogue sighed. She has been at the Thieves Guild for two weeks now.
"Sorrah."
"Ok remember, hit the throat first."
"Yeah. Ah got already."
"Well, I guess you can take a break."
Rogue flopped on the ground. She eyes were drooping. She looked at the clock. 3 a.m.
"Can ah go back to mah room?"
"Not yet Rogue. Your hand combat is still very weak."
"Weak? Ah beat Ben five times! Five! And he's good!"
"Yes, according to Thieves standards, you are not bad. Not with Assassins standards though, you're pretty much the average of a sixteen year old."
"No friggin way!" Rogue shouted. Hank put his finger to his lips. Rogue covered her mouth. "Oops."
"Keep your voice down!" Hank hissed. "The courtyard is always open, but it's a bit suspicious when people practice at three in the morning, don't you think?"
Rogue nodded.
"Ok, rest for tonight."
"What's left of it…" Rogue mumbled. Hank shot her a glare but let her go. Rogue headed towards the rooms. She trudged up the stairs to her room and climbed in her bed.
"Rogue!" Rogue jumped up. It was her new friend, Felicia."
"What are yah doing in mah room!" Rogue turned on the lights. Felicia crawled out from under Rogue's bed and sat by her.
"I couldn't sleep so I went out to walk when I saw you training."
"Oh." Rogue felt worried. Had Felicia overheard her conversation with Hank?
"Hank really wants to prove himself, huh?"
"Prove himself? What do yah mean?"
"Well, Elder Johan, who is my mentor, said something about Hank being a spy for another Guild. He still doesn't know which Guild so he can't prove anything. Hank wants to prove that he's innocent, I guess." Felicia said and waved her hand. "Don't bother about it."
"Tell meh, what else did Elder Johan say?"
"Well, he said he caught Hank writing a letter about one of the Thieves meetings. He was angry about it but Hank burned the letter so he couldn't show it to the other Elders."
"Interesting." Rogue said. Elder Johan? Who is he? Ah'll find out…
"Yeah, that's about it. Elder Johan said he threatened Hank to confess but Hank wouldn't. Apparently he said he was loyal to the Thieves and wouldn't dream of betraying them."
"Ah see." Rogue said. She nodded and settled back in her bed. "So, what do yah really want?"
"I want to know… Rogue don't take this the wrong way. I think the Elder Johan also suspects you. Elder Johan doesn't rush into conclusions, he's not like that. So, maybe…"
"Yahr asking whether ah'm a spy?"
Felicia looked down. She remained silent.
Rogue sighed. "Get out of my room Felicia."
"Answer me first."
"No."
Felicia shook her head and left the room. Rogue made sure Felicia wasn't near by anymmore before locking her door. She opened her window and climbed down. She ran to Hank's room in the next building.
"Hank!" She hissed. Hank opened his eyes and frowned.
"Child, what are you doing here?"
"Someone suspects me. Felicia Herwood."
"Is that so?" Hank asked.
"Yes. Her mentor told her. Elder Johan."
Hank's eyes became slits. He muttered something and got out of bed. "Go back to bed, kid. I'll deal with the problem."
"What are you doing to do?"
"Don't you worry. Now, this Felicia, how close are you to her?"
"Just started talking to her a few days ago."
"So, you're not very close to her are you?"
"Not really." Rogue said.
"Good. Go back to bed."
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"Miss Darkholme."
"Elder Jean-Luc." Rogue bowed her head at the man.
"Child, it is not a good time to be roaming the halls."
"But ah was going to train. Hank said he'll meet meh at the courtyard at eight a.m."
"Didn't you hear? There was a murder yesterday night. No one is permitted to leave their living quarters."
"A murder!" Rogue's eyes opened wide.
"Yes. Poor Elder Johan and his apprentice, Felicia Herwood."
Was this what Hank meant yesterday night? Rogue was speechless.
"Can ah go see Hank?"
"Not now child. You go back in; I'll tell Hank to stop by your room later."
"Thank yah. Elder Jean-Luc, may ah know how they died?" Rogue asked.
Jean-Luc sighed. "Stabbed in the heart, both of them. We saw blood marks in the tower, so we think Elder Johan was killed there, but his body wasn't there. The murderer must have thrown the body down the tower."
Rogue's jaw dropped open. "What about Felicia?"
"She… was killed in her room. Blood everywhere. It's a nightmare."
Rogue nodded. Stabbed in the heart. Old fashioned killing style. They would stabbed at the heart, but the knife would be blunt so the victim would feel more pain before dying. The Assassins didn't practice this way of killing anymore. It was too messy. They preferred quick and clean methods nowadays.
"Ah should go back in." Rogue said softly.
Rogue sat on her bed. She should feel happy that her secret will be safe. Hank will be safe too. But Rogue felt bad. She felt guilty. If she hadn't told Hank, he wouldn't have killed them. But if she didn't, they would be found out.
"Rogue? It's me." Hank's voice said from outside. He knocked the door. Rogue opened it. Hank walked in. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yah killed them, didn't yah?"
"Yes."
Rogue nodded. "Did yah have tah?"
"Look, Johan came to me a few days ago, saying that he was going to tell Jean-Luc. What could I do? And yesterday night you said that Felicia confronted you about the matter."
"Ok. Fahne. Yah did what yah had tah."
"I know how you feel, Rogue. You never killed anyone yet. But you will, soon."
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"Bonjour, Remy LeBeau at y'r service." Remy bowed to the man.
"You are trespassing." The man snickered. "Come with me, I'll take you to the boss."
"Merci, monsieur."
"Shut up."
Remy shrugged and followed the man into the large tent.
"Remy LeBeau. Who are you? Why are you here?" The leader asked.
"Remy has heard of the Bandits and would be honoured to join such a worthy Guild."
"Worthy? Worthy? The Bandits are anything but that. Now tell me, where are you from?"
"Remy is from New Orleans, mais Remy just killed some Thieves, Elders, to be precise and they are after Remy."
"You want us to protect you?"
"Not just that, monsieur. Remy has heard about y' along de way here."
"What can you do, boy?"
"Anyt'ing."
"Can you fight?"
"Sure can."
"We will see about that. But no, you cannot join the Guild. Not until you prove yourself."
"Oui." Remy bowed. This mission was harder than he thought.
"Now get out of here." The man just now kicked him out of the tent.
Remy rubbed his elbow and brushed the dirt off his shirt. "Merde." He mumbled and went off. He walked away from the big tent. The Bandits Guild wasn't like the Assassins of the Thieves. They didn't have huge hundred year old manors or buildings. They had tents. Bandits move every once in awhile so they are pretty much untraceable. Until now, that is.
Remy saw a scruffy looking young man pick a man's pocket. A thief? Possibly. He followed the guy. The man led him to an old shack where several men where waiting.
Remy spoke up. "Our pockets of money are never bare." The men looked at him.
The man he followed walked up to him. "For there are other people's everywhere." He replied. Remy shook his extended hand.
"Welcome, brother. Welcome to Brownsville." The other men greeted him.
"Merci, gentlemen. Remy LeBeau, son of Jean-Luc."
"I'm Horace. Leader around these parts."
"Do y' stay dere?" Remy asked.
"No. It's a cover up. Bandits have been following people home and stealing from their houses nowadays. Don't want them to find out about the Thieves here." Horace said.
"Bon."
"Here, this is Mandy. And that's Arnold. Terry over there. Jenkins here. Gerard is not there right now, probably on the streets. Terry is his twin. Terrance and Gerard, or Terry and Gerry, as we call them." Horace introduced everyone. Remy nodded and shook their hands. "Come, let's not waste time." Horace walked into the shack. Everyone else followed. Remy was intrigued. The shack was crowded but everyone managed to fit in. Horace lifted the sleeping mat on the ground. Remy saw a trapdoor underneath. How original. Remy rolled his eyes.
"It leads to the base." Arnold said.
Remy nodded. Horace jumped down. Remy followed and everyone else did the same.
"Terry, stay up there until Gerry comes back." Horace told the man. Terry nodded and closed the trapdoor, leaving them in complete darkness. Terry opened the trapdoor again and passed Horace a lighted candle on its holder. Horace gratefully took it.
A few minutes walking in a very dim light, Horace said they were there. He raised his arms in the air and knocked. A creak was heard then another trapdoor opened. A hand was seen pulling Horace up. Then, Remy was pulled up. Horace was smiling broadly and he patted Remy's back.
"Welcome, Remy."
Remy looked around the place. It seemed like a basement.
"This is the basement. We live upstairs of course. This house has been abandoned for quite sometime. So, it's pretty safe." Horace smiled.
"But the termites are driving me mad." Jenkins muttered. Remy laughed.
"Let's talk." Horace said and led Remy to a room which seemed to be a study.
"Remy already went to the Bandits, mais they kicked Remy out."
"Yes. Bandits are getting killed nowadays. They have very little followers left. They want people who can prove their loyalty, not some person who comes and goes and will tell on them."
"So what should Remy do?"
"Keep on going there. Insist you must join them. Bryan can't resist a loyal person." Horace said. Remy stroked his chin.
"Remy could do dat. Is dere another solution?"
"Not really."
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After a week, Remy finally managed to get in the Bandits Guild. Bryan was impressed by his acts of loyalty. Stealing, fighting and so on.
Only one thing Remy hasn't done yet. Killed a person. This was a really big step. Thieves don't normally kill people. They only steal.
"Remy, you have proved yourself to be a Bandit. But there is one thing you haven't done."
"And wat is dat?"
"Killing. I want you to kill Wayne here."
Wayne is Bryan's guard. Remy stared at Bryan. Wayne panicked. His palms got sweaty. He headed towards the entrance of the tent but was stopped by other Bandits.
"Kill him, Remy and you can be my new guard. Otherwise, you have to start form the bottom of the ranks."
Remy knew this was a golden opportunity. Bryan gave him a knife. Wayne pleaded.
"Remy, I have a son. You've seen Eddie."
"Desole, Wayne." Remy said and slashed across Wayne's throat. The man fell to the ground. Lifeless. A few Bandits carried him away. Remy sighed and turned back to Bryan.
"Very well, Remy. You can be my guard from now on. All secret you know must be kept that way. A secret. Or I'll slice out your tongue."
"Oui."
"Yes what?"
"Boss." Remy said. He clenched his fist in his pocket. He left the tent.
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Remy smiled to himself. He had shared his home with Horace and the other Thieves at Brownsville for four years now. He lay back in his chair. His mission would most likely be complete tomorrow. There was to be a meeting, and after that, Bryan was going to the hot springs. Remy had collected enough information and was ready to kill Bryan Pakk.
"Remy, are you ready?"
"Oui." Remy nodded. "Don't worry, mon ami, everything is according to plan." Remy said and got up.
"Ok. If you say so."
"Remy says so."
Remy went to bed early that night. He wanted to be fresh and ready in the morning. When he woke up at eight, he got changed and made his way to the Bandits Guild. Bryan was waiting inside the tent. Remy nodded and Bryan got up from his chair. They made their way to another tent for a Bandit meeting. The enormous tent was filled with people and there was a stage at the far end of the tent. Remy and Bryan pushed their way through, but most of the people made a path for them to get past. This meeting, said Bryan, was the most important of all, because it's when all Bandits from all four corners of the earth came.
"Greetings, fellow Bandits!" The crowd cheered when Bryan went up the stage. Remy went up too and stood behind him. "Today is a very important day! Not just because of the meeting, because I have made plans to attack the other Guilds!" Remy's eyes shot at him. He didn't know about this. He was worried.
"Bandits," Bryan continued. "We will be attacking the Thieves first! Then when we have them in our hands, the Assassins! After that, the Knights!"
The Knights were people who rode horses and fought the Bandits. They believed in peace and justice. The exact opposite of the Bandits. Remy's heart was pounding. He needed to inform the Guild about this. As soon as possible.
"We will launch our first attack two months from now."
Two months! Not enough time to get ready for war.
"Preparations have been made since sixteen months ago."
Sixteen months? Almost a year and a half!
"I have also named my successor should anything happen to me before or during the attacks. My successor has been briefed about the mission so worry not Bandits, the attacks shall continue should I die."
The crowd cheered.
"My successor is Daniel." Daniel Fitzgerald stepped on the stage. He waved and the Bandits cheered even louder. Bryan grinned evilly and turned to Remy who forced a smile. Bryan walked out of the tent and left Remy on the stage. He ran down and went back to the house.
"Horace!"
"What is it?"
"Send a letter to the Guild. The Bandits are launching an attack!"
"When?" Horace asked, shocked.
"Two months. Hurry."
Horace went off at once. Remy paced around the room and went back to the Bandits Guild.
"Bryan, why wasn't Remy informed about de attacks?" He asked, frowning.
"Remy, it was a surprise. I thought you'd be happy. Since you killed Thieves before."
"Remy… Remy knows. Mais… nothing."
"I'm going to the Springs now." Bryan said and Remy followed.
They arrived at a small lake. They walked along the path until they reached the Springs. Remy said he would go walk around the lake for awhile. If he killed Bryan, there was still Daniel. He didn't have time to kill both, he'd just kill Bryan and finish his mission. He will go back to the Thieves Guild and help them prepare. Daniel was a strong man, he was six foot nine and his muscles were like big boulders. Even Remy knew not to mess with him. It would take more than a single strike to kill him. And one strike was all Remy got. Daniel would call for the guards and they would find out the truth. Bryan was smart, but not very strong, that's why he needs a guard to protect him. He wouldn't put up much of a resistance, so it would be easy. Remy breathed in the fresh air and sighed. Bryan would be in the Springs now. Remy walked back. Bryan saw him and closed his eyes.
"You don't want to come in? Wayne does."
"Non." Remy said and brandished a dagger from his trench coat pocket.
"Remy? What are you doing? Bryan asked, panicking. Remy would sense Bryan's fear.
"Desole, Bryan. Mais Remy has to kill y'." he said and edged towards Bryan. Bryan's eyes were wide with shock and horror.
"Remy! Why?"
"Desole."
Remy was merely a foot away from him. Bryan hopped out of the Springs and ran for his life. Remy chased after him. Bryan tripped on a stone and fell to the ground. Remy caught up with him. Bryan was begging for mercy. Remy shook his head.
"It won't hurt, Remy promise y'."
"Remy, don't do this. I thought you would like the surprise. Or is this because you are not my successor? I can change it. You can be my successor." Bryan said. Remy shook his head again and stabbed Bryan in the heart. Bryan cringed. Remy sighed and threw him into the lake. The lake's crystal clear water turned red with blood. Remy shook his head.
"Sorry." He muttered and walked back to the Thieves base.
He packed his things and said his goodbyes to the Thieves.
"We will try to kill Daniel, I promise." Horace said.
"Non."
"We will, Remy. You can't stop us. I promise, when a month has past and we still haven't killed Daniel, we will come and help you in New Orleans."
"Merci, mon ami. All of y'. Y' have been good friends." Remy said and left.
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Remy arrived at the Thieves Guild in New Orleans a few days later. He hoped they had received the letter. They did, Remy found out, for thieves were looking anxious and scared. They bustled around, getting ready weapons. He stopped by the courtyard to see a young woman practicing with it seemed to be her mentor, Hank. He then made his way to Jean-Luc's quarters.
"Jean-Luc." Remy said gravely. The old man patted his back.
"Come, the Circle wants to talk to you."
Remy nodded and they made their way to the tower.
"Remy, you are back." Elder Lee said.
"Oui. Remy killed Bryan but there is his successor. Remy didn't kill him, dere was no time. Remy thought he should hurry back here. To help. Et dere is de Thieves dere, they are trying to kill Daniel."
"Good." Elder Jacob said. "You will help the Thieves prepare. Your teaching duties begin immediately."
"Yes." Remy said and hurried out. Jean-Luc looked after him.
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At eighteen, Rogue was one of the best fighters in the Guild. She was also an attraction at the Guild. Guys longed for her. Her body shape was perfect and her skin was so fair. Her cheeks, like peach blossoms. Her auburn hair was shoulder length, and there were to wisps of white hair by each side. She was born with it. When Rogue fought, she was graceful and elegant, yet ferocious.
She had heard the news about the Guilds going to war. Hank said they would fight eventually, for the Bandits planned to attack the Assassins too.
"If we fight with the Bandits, chances are the Bandits will lose. They will retreat. If they are stupid enough they will change targets and attack the Assassins. We must go back and help them." Hank said.
Currently, Rogue was practicing with Hank. She was learning a new move. She nodded when Hank corrected her. She tried again but was interrupted.
"Bonjour, Hank."
"Ah, Remy! Good to see you again. You are back, ey? Good, help the Guild, right thing to do. Killed the bastard at the Bandits Guild?"
"Bryan? Oui. Mais he has a successor, Daniel Fitzgerald."
"Really? So he'll be leading the war?"
"Seems so. Y' look tired Hank, why don't y' go rest, Remy'll take over today's traiing wit de femme."
"Ah don't t'ink so." Rogue spoke up.
Remy looked at Rogue. He looked up and down. He raised his eyebrows and smirked at the girl. She rolled her eyes.
"The girl has a temper. She doesn't like other people training her. Forgive her rudeness, Remy."
"Oh, Hank, Remy doesn't mind." Remy smirked harder at Rogue. Rogue glared.
"Well, I suppose you can practice with her."
"Yes. Remy saw her doing a move just now. What is it called?"
"Kicking yahr ass." Rogue said before giving a swift kick to Remy's leg. Remy groaned.
"I told you, Remy." Hank said and walked away.
"Y' are going to pay." Remy said.
"Bring it on."
In minutes, they were on each other, punching the opponent countless times. Rogue finally kicked him in his face and sent him flying against a tree.
"Oops. Did ah do that?" Rogue asked innocently. Remy charged at her but Rogue jumped and flipped over so she was behind him. She kicked him again and he fell on the ground.
"Chere, wrong move." Remy said.
"Don't' call meh that!" Rogue said before Remy lifted her up and threw her on the ground again.
"We're aren't wrestling, dumbass! It's hand combat!" She yelled. Remy shrugged. Rogue growled. She picked up a bo staff on the ground and hit Remy with it. Remy grabbed a bo staff from an apprentice and managed to duck Rogue's attack on him. They battled for awhile, until Elder Roger saw them.
"Remy. Rogue." Elder Roger looked at Rogue. He told Rogue to retire to her room.
Both of them looked at the Elder. They were hot and dirty. Rogue wiped the sweat of her face. She glared at the Elder before stomping away. Remy grinned, well until she turned around.
"Ah'm not done yet. Yahr so dead when ah see yah in the ring again." She said and strutted away. Remy chuckled.
"When did she join?"
"Just after you left, Remy. Now, come."
"How is John?"
"We got a letter from him a few weeks ago. He seems fine. Although he won't be coming back to help. Assassins are getting ready themselves. They heard of the news too."
Remy nodded. "Dat's ok. Just as long we don't have to fight them. Not yet anyway."
"But one day we will have too."
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