Mission 2
The night was anything but a warm summer heat instead it was a cold windy autumn with winter closing in fast. The City's streets we're nearly abandoned and the street lights buzzed sadly as a shadow sulked in a murky ally corner, he was lucky that the guards weren't as in shape as he was but this still left him in a grumpy mood, damn assassin nearly had me decapitated, when I find him he is going to be nothing but a half starved beggar...but revenge is going have to wait, foot steps were approaching, with blackjack and a flash bomb at the ready Garrett watched with a steady heartbeat. "that taffer is going to wish he was never born when i find him" said one guard of five "ha, you couldn't make a mouse wish it was never born" "shut up" the guards were getting closer, every step echoed in the chilled air, Garretts breathing grew more and more shallower attempting to avoid them seeing his breath, his grip on blackjack was like a corpus, his left hand drawing more and more closer to the flash bomb pocket of his cloak with every dreaded step. Clip, clop their shoes sang. CLIP, clop 10 meters away CLIp, clop 5 meters Garrett raises his blackjack holding his breath at this point CLIP, clop he seems tired, I can fix that, in one fell swop blackjack met the metal helmet with a satisfying thunk "Heyyy..." in a flash Garrett went to meet the unconscious body, dragging it into the shadows to consume him, at least until the sun rises later that day.
When reaching to his apartment two guards were posted at the door of the front entrance not going in that way... ally maybe?but the alleyways were well guarded that it would be suicide to attempt a break in looks like they are finally catching on, i would applaud for their intelligence boost, but I'm going to need my stash... the final option Garrett can chance, is the roof tops since his room is on the top floor, with a rope arrow in hand and a few well practiced manoeuvrings he inspected the roofs the sun in the horizon casting a red glow behind the smog royal blue sky, other then that no one but him is present well so much for a much needed challenge. Once inside Garrett grabbed what he could carry to move on to hunt for a new location.
The late morning was bright, the air was crisp but the cold was bearable for thin clothing, Garrett shuffled along the cobblestones beneath his feet, eyes barely opened from the obnoxious sun in his face his only human eye looking like he had been sobbing for hours, the price you pay for spending most of your life at night of all the days to relocate... I had to pick the brightest day of the century.
Garrett walked for what felt like hours now with a sluggish gate, eyes drooping from the night before, It was noon usually he would be sleeping by now but thanks to his "executioner" sleep is only going to leave him exposed for the Guard to carry him off to the closest guillotine or heaven forbid a Hammerite prison. As the day passed the more zombie like Garrett's walk gets, until he stumbles on to an old memory "The Cripple Burrick Pub" Maybe an ale could wake me up for at lest long enough to find a good hiding spot, opening the door the place hadn't changed one bit, even with the sun out, the place was dark and on edge, unstable chairs and stools rid the place, blood splatters stained the wood from brawls both old and new, the only change was the very few people in the pub. As if already he had too much to drink Garrett stumbles to the most solitude place he can find as unnoticeable he could till at last settling into the chair in the far corner of the room his vision blurred later his eyes closed, just.. to rest... them a bit...
"Hey-y, sleepy head... or dead guy" a deep but feminine voice echoed in a friendly tone, something was poking him gently, Garrett shot up from the table and glared at the brown haired women before him she shot back almost in a fighting stance, she had the typical bar maid outfit on her brown and relieving, slender faced with quite a build on her for a women nice jugs too, relaxing her muscular arms her right arm fell to grasp her left hip, the other rested on her face "oh good you're alive" she gleamed almost unable to stay in one place, Greattt... and overly hyper "any way what would you like?" she asked with a giggling smile.
"Ale.."
"Is that everything?"
"Yes"
"You sure you wouldn't want a stew, maybe..."
"Only ale"
"But you just passed out from hunger"
"Ale, and nothing more" snapped Garrett glaring with great inpatients, "okay... I'll be back..." she replied at first with fear and tensed then relaxed with a disconnected tone but her face suggested she was bothered by being snapped at, all eyes were on him with judgement when the barmaid left with thoughts like "how dare he treat a nice lady like that" but he could care less she was pushing him to spend more then he would like. With no hesitation she returned carrying a tray full of pints and stew stopping at the table where Garrett was sitting, placing the mug and stew in front of him setting him off again "I told you, I am not ordering anything else" "just take it, I'll pay for it and there is a room available in the basement for you to rent if you want" she replied with a calm and a little hostile tone, Garrett grumbled along with his stomach it has been a while since my last meal... I don't need her pity "take the stew and since when has a pub became an inn?" questioned Garrett "since now" huffed the maid, storming off to tend the other customers, neglecting taking the stew. He started at the stew in front of him, steam rose from the meat and bight orange carrots, the aroma crept into his nose with the smell of roasted burrick and herbs the sauce shined from the little light in the room, Garrett salivated but kept resisting to eat, also being suspicious for poison, he only pretended to drink.
"have you heard of the new criminal running around?" asked one of the customers attempting to make small talk to the barmaid one had blonde hair the other had black "yes, he is quite scary looking and apparently is quite good at blending in the shadows..." shook the maid "don't worry lass we are here for you" they smirked, Garrett froze like a statue could one of them be him?"no assassin is going to harm you specially with muscles like these" flexed the overly confidant blond customer Garrett glanced nope, that wench has more muscle then both of them combined "thank you guys" she giggled "glad, I have my favorite customers to take care of me"
"not a problem sweetheart...anyway I heard that they are nicknaming him the 'shadow runner'"
"why is that?"
"apparently he can disappear out of thin air even when running away from the best guards, in broad daylight of all things, almost as if they were chasing their own shadows the whole time"
"that's soo scary..."
Interesting... looks like I have some decent competition. Garrett stood up from his chair to leave both the beverage and stew, the room spun a little but he manages to approach the maid in a "sober" gait, he then grabbed the maid by the shoulder, spin her around and shoved a bag filled with a few coins into her hand "here, for the room" he said quietly letting his arms fall to his side, the maid was dumbfounded, the customers she was attending tensed up, obviously assuming he was going to kill her, "this way" she said brushing off her brown maid dress and made her way behind the bar, with one last glare towards the men before him, Garrett turned to fallow the maid. "H-Hey!" shouted a drunk that gabbed him as he was leaving, the voice was quite familiar ahh if it isn't my favorite guard Benny "Y-you bes nwice to prwitty lad-ie" Benny stuttered, Garrett only nodded avoiding any eye contact "thwats a good zombie..." he smiled patting Garrett on the back almost winding him "wha... Ahhhhh, Zwombie!" screamed the confused Benny as he ran for the door only to face plant after the first three steps and fall into a deep sleep, a sly smile managed to sneak onto Garrett's face as he fallowed the wench to the basement typical Benny.
the stairs squeaked and groaned every step the maid took, as she turned the wench jumped 10 ft into the air "sorry, I didn't know how close you were, anyway this is the place" , the room was nothing more then a giant cellar filled with large barrels, wine racks, and other booze related items i wouldn't mind having a few glasses "and if I find out you are taking merchandise it will be the last thing you're going to remember" she threatened unconvincingly, Garrett only nodded and settled into the corner of the room, only hearing murmuring as he lulled to sleep.
hope you like the Benny cameo, I felt Garrett was being too harsh in this chapter but I suppose lack of sleep can do that also sorry for a slow chapter, have a nice day :3