a/n: hey everyone! i'm updating again! wow, this has to be a personal record...fastest update yet! i want to thank all my reviewers, you guys really rock! thank you, thank you guys soooo much. You have no idead what your reviews mean to me.
As for the parings, i think i'll do asKigono said.A big sorry to others who were expecting a different pairing, but i'm sticking to a kietro. i could add hints of other pairings in it as well.
there is one thing i need to ask. do you guys want any other characters in besides kitty, pietro, magneto and OC's? if you do, please inform me. i'll tell you when i next update if it is possible to add them in...( my story seems to lack something so i thought it would be best if i added in more characters).
Just like before, please feel free to correct me if i make any mistakes!
On with the story!
The marking on the wall
The maid caught sight of a figure clothe completely in black from head to toe before it melted into the wall. Before you start going "that's ridiculous", let me remind you, this is the era of the assassins. And there was one particularly famous one that walked through walls and everything else in her way.
The maid didn't do what people like us would have done. She didn't shake her head to clear her mind and think she was going crazy or that she was hallucinating. No, she shook her head sadly and dejectedly and went to inform the other maid to start packing. It was pointless to tell anyone, they couldn't be of any help. All everyone could do was to sit and wait for dawn to roll by. The master of the household would be dead before the sun rose, and they would be sent to work in other places.
They didn't have to wait for morning to come by to know that someone would die that night. They knew it. She was here, and she didn't simply stroll into another person's house. She came for a reason; she came to finish the job.
Shadow cat was here.
It was dead in the night, and no lights flickered in the nearby houses. The only light that shone in the otherwise inky dark street was the business man's room in his abnormally large mansion.
Two guards walked passed each other at the top of the high wall surrounding the mansion and shook their heads. She wasn't there yet.
"Looks like she isn't coming to night man." One of them told the other with a grim nod of his head.
The other however shook his head moodily and said darkly, "She'll turn up. She never fails to come. If she says she's coming tonight, then tonight is when she'll come."
"I still don't get it, if she's coming tonight, why would she want to inform the master? Makes the job more of a hassle if he knows." The first guard asked.
"Don't you get it, she likes a challenge. Always had, that's why she always sends these notes informing the victims of the date of her visits. Makes them tighten the security. More of a challenge to her then." The second one whispered.
A petite figure sat in the branches of a nearby tree listening to the conversation with interest. A large spotlight flashed briefly through the leaves and branches shielding her from the ever watchful guards, illuminating the figure for a second before she ducked into the shadows. One of the guards looked up for a minute, trying to look the person he saw crouched in the branches.
The figure brushed her soft brown curls away from her face and lifted a silken sash to cover her face. The night was certainly cold. The figure shivered and wrapped her coat around her slender frame tightly, trying to keep warm.
The chilly night wind blew hard and the hood of her coat fell back wards, to reveal a pale face with creamy white skin. Blue eyes which were filled with what could be described as amusement slowly turned cold and icy, filled instead with cold fury and malice. Long brown hair which usually fell in soft silky curls around her shoulder was tied up in a high and tight pony tail. The figure reached backwards to pull up the hood of her overcoat again, successfully covering her face and body from any peering eyes.
The transformation was complete, gone was the girl who listened with interest to the guards conversation, in her place was shadow cat. The cold blooded assassin who had no interest whatsoever in the random rambling of the guards.
She sprung down lightly from her perch, her leathered soles not even making a single sound on the concrete. A gloved hand reached into her belt to unhook the coil of rope. With deft and quick fingers, the coil of rope sailed over the walls and hooked itself onto a pillar. A sharp tug on the end of the rope proved it safe to climb.
If anyone had looked out of their window that night, they would have seen a dark silhouette scaling the walls of the business man's house. They would then, as any normal person would do, shake their heads and whisper a soft prayer before shutting the windows tight and then hiding in bed to wait for the news of the business man's murder. They would never ever report the suspicious sightings to the authorities. It was too risky. Shadow cat would find out who had made that report, and the unlucky person would find themselves dead by the next morning. She never took risks; anyone who went against her would die. It was a universal rule to the people of the town.
Shadow cat slipped over the high walls with apparent ease and slinked away into the dark of the passages. Unnoticed by the guards as usual. They had certainly trained her well. She turned into brightly lilted corridors (walking through all obscuring walls) which lead right into the heart of the mansion- the master bedroom where her current target was waiting anxiously for her arrival.
Treading softly, she navigated her way through the hallways, pausing occasionally to listen for the sound of foot steps. But she never did hear any, no one knew she came already. Her cloak billowed behind her as she strolled down the corridors, giving her a mysterious and deadly appearance.
It was time to make her grand entrance. With both hands outstretched, she turned intangible and started to short circuit the lamps around her. A loud frightened gasp from behind the door in front of her told her all she needed to know. The last and final light flickered and died before the entire corridor was plunged into darkness. He knew she had come for him, and the thought of it scared him pretty badly.
She permitted herself a small smile and she deliberately paused outside the door, resting her hand on the door knob to make it creek softly. Another frightened gasp from inside the room echoed in the corridor. Her smile disappeared, and the turned the door knob as slowly as she could, making it creek loudly.
Light from inside the room flooded into the corridor as the door opened. She stepped into the room, softly closing the door behind her. All was quiet in the mansion when she came out from the room, resolutely wiping her dagger on a bit of cloth. The cloth came away stained with the red of blood. She stood on the spot for another second before slowly melting through the floor.
Another job had been completed. She would now collect the rest of her pay. Behind her, the door stood ajar. In the room, the business man lay on the floor unconscious in a pool of blood. He was dead. On the wall behind him, a sliver dagger gleamed wickedly. The symbol of the shadow cat was painted on the wall. She had completed yet another job. Another assassination case had been added onto her already very full police record.
Such was another night in the life an assassin.
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