All characters and places (apart from my OC, Mhezsura Sonnerset) are property of Bethesda Softworks- also, spoilers for those who have not finished the Dark Brotherhood guild quests; however this is an AU as well.

Well, back to the story...

Reds and pinks spilled into the darkening skyscape above- and the wind began to blow into Mhezsura's face slightly harder. Leaves coiled around, in tight circles; always staying away from Lucien's billowing black robes, like a shadow in torchlight. Telaendril's light-brown hair bounced on the harsh breeze, unfurling itself from a tight ponytail- Gogron had wrapped his hand around the Bosmer's waist, whispering sweet nothings into her sharp ears. She giggled, making Mhezsura feel worse. So much worse.

A little hand tugged gently on her shoulder- Mhezsura turned her head around lazily, to be met with Antoinetta's bright smile. A harsh glint of red spilled into her eyes, making her squint slightly. Is she on Sujamma? No wait- must be Skooma... she's so hyper. Like some sor' of child; mus' be how she gets her kicks. Acts like a innocent, little girl... only to stab them in the back. Might use that meself. " What's wrong, Antoinetta? " Mhezsura asked, her voice laced with false concern.
"Just call me, 'Netta" Antoinetta said simply, her voice fragile. Aw- she's cute. Like a little kid. I might as well be nice to her. Just this once. And only to her, perhaps? Nah- ti's unfair to the o'hers. " You know, I imagined you as a Dunmer-' Antoinetta said confidently.
"Really?" Wait... what? What am I feeling? Am I feeling... attached? By Akatosh's arse... oh great! At least insulting the Nine gets easier...
"Yeah. Only because Lucien told us so." Antoinetta finished, gleaming over at Lucien. Mhezsura began to laugh. And cry. And laugh-cry, whilst Lucien walked beside her, looking bemused. Antoinetta's smile turned into a tight line across her mouth, worry flashing through her ice-blue eyes. Mhezsura cackled playfully, her laughs ringing in their ears. M'raaj-D'ar scowled. Telaendril shook her head, trying not to laugh along with her. Gogron was bewildered. Ocheeva began to chortle along with her.

A clan of assassins, most dressed in tight leather, laughing- people would think we were insane. Perhaps we are?

The twisted roots of a giant oak cast shadows around them- the air frigid. The white clouds of steam huffed from Mhezsura's mouth floated downwards, to the solid mud below. Her bare feet were numb as the mud cracked underneath; the stars glimmered behind her, sitting close to the moons. One blood-red... one ice-white. Pretty colours, me thinks. Her ears pricked slightly, as the sound of metal grated against stone. Sharply turned her head round. Only to see a gaping, black hole in the trunk of the tree. Her ears perked up slightly, in question. Lucien held up a finger, his mouth shut- freaky. He's so pale in the moonslight. What am I like?

Gogron went first, clammering up to the hole- looked down a long drop and sighed. "This is gunna hur', innit?" He said, looking at Lucien. The Imperial just nodded. No words. Gogron sighed again- Telaendril ran up to him, grabbing his large hand in hers. She smiled and gave him a small chaste kiss. His grin went from left to right. Then they stepped forward. Plunging into the darkness below. Jealousy struck Mhezsura again- her heart freezing over slightly. Interesting, Lucien thought. Most of the recruits by now like to be in The Family- yet she still has reservations about it. Clever.

M'raaj D'ar hissed at Mhezsura; his bright-orange eyes frozen over with hatred. Then surprise, as Antoinetta shoved him angrily down the hole. Antoinetta jumped down, her right knee jutted out slightly in front. The small, green scales around Ocheeva's eyes hitched up with slight exasperation- Teinavaa simply walked up to the hole and dropped. Without a care. Ocheeva ran after him, chattering in Argonian tongue.

An uncomfortable silence washed over Ungolim, Lucien and Mhezsura- Ungolim's eyes flickered left and right, at their faces. They merely looked deeply at each other's eyes. Blood-red. Hazel-brown. Frozen over. Narrowed. She merely lifted her chin and walked. To the person-sized hole. Dust hung like a cloud in the air, making her splutter and cough slightly. And her eyes water a little.

She flung herself down.

Her black hair flew backwards as she fell; narrow walls, twisted with old vines and cragged crooks soon widened into a large chamber. As she kept falling, she could hear a loud whistling beside her. Ungolim was falling with her, as well as Lachance. Brilliant! How long is this bloody drop? 'Cause I 'ope- gurglings erupted from below. Wa'er? The walls of the cylinder chamber began to constrict, water churning against it- white spray spitting into her face. She screwed her eyes tight, drawing her spread arms and legs into a tight, little bundle- and waited. Her bare flesh scraped against the outer-metal?-walls; her hair got damp. And it became darker and darker and darker still-until darkness was all she could feel around her. Bubbles cascaded from her mouth, dull in colour. She opened her eyes, red flickering lights pouring down from high above. Dragging herself onto the stony shore, hissing as the cold bit harshly into her bare back, she looked around. A huge door was in front of her- ancient human scrawls etched across the stone.

A small shadow walked past her, it's head bowed in silence. Scraping fingernails along the stone, little sparks flying. Orange eyes in the dark scowled at her, then yelped angrily as Mhezsura spat in his face. Antoinetta giggled gleefully, and took Mhezsura's arm in hers happily. Mhezsura giggled like a child, Antoinetta returning her a big smile- and they walked into the great beyond.