Ok I'm back. I'm still trying to work this site out, some at some part story outline may seem chaotic. But I'm working on it , promise.

As for the story, I just want to point out that I'm trying to make it as complexed as I can. So maybe to some of you Nessa's part are too long. But it's my "child" so I cherish her as a true mother. Please let me know, what you think and if you want to read more.

Cheers!

Nessa had a bad day. A really BAD one. She was rented to kill someone. And everything would be just fine, if it hadn't been for this one small detail. Frightened child's eyes. Rhys always said –"Do not kill, if you're not convinced to do so. The remorse won't leave you till the rest of your days." And she generally stuck to that rule. After accepting an order, she demanded 2 days time to investigate the issue. On her own. To check whether she is not used as a plain tool to clean up someone else's mess. Rhys taught her that every assassin has to have a code. Without that you're no assassin. You're just a thoughtless tool in someone's hands.

So she got a common order. A group of prostitutes has rented her to get rid of a souteneur that turned their life into nightmare. Beating, raping threatening were his methods. Despite of what Rhys had taught her, Nessa found a pleasure in taking up this task. Usually she didn't get emotional about things. She just didn't allow herself to. It was too risky. She liked her job done clean and without unnecessary complications. Nessa remembered very well Rhys' words while she laid beaten up, and humiliated: "Awwww, you aren't going to cry, are you? Poor little girl. Just cannot handle a blade properly." She still remembered the bitter taste in her mouth. Nessa hated Rhys in those moments. Until one day. While they were relaxing after a training Rhys turned to her and said:

"Listen Girl – Rhys started – "I see a great potential in you. Never have I seen anyone handling blades that good at your age. That makes me very proud. I always knew you were special. And you are very precious to me. Yet I see one flaw in you."

"What is it?" she asked – " Please tell me, I'll do anything to improve. I want to make you proud! I'll do anything!"

"You let your emotions to take over you, to blur your intuition." – he replied – " That's unacceptable if you want to be a professional. You have to much empathy and compassion in you. Now understand me well. I want you to have a code, to build your dignity. But emotions make you vulnerable, they make you weak. This is not good. You are able to control your anger. I managed to teach you this. But I cannot drain you out of compassion and empathy. Only you can control them. If I were you, I'd just erase them. But it is your decision. Just remember they always make things more complicated. One day they my even kill you."

With these words echoing in her head she started a research on her new assignment. She hated such type of men. Filthy cowards. "Yeah Rhys - she thought to herself – "yeah I know. Weak wimp I am. You'd probably make me sorry for doing that. But nobody's perfect, right?" Found that souteneur lived with wife and two children in Tavern District. A noble citizen. God, she hated him from the beginning. And again she was positive that Rhys wouldn't have approved of her feelings. Well. What can you do, it's just a human nature.

She sneaked to his house through the window. She lurked in bedroom's corner, behind the curtain. At first she really wanted to do it quick... Just like Rhys had taught her. No mess no stress. But then, she saw bruised faces and bodies of those women, she saw hopelessness in their eyes. "No"- she whispered to herself – "You will feel that you're dying. That I promise you.."

The man entered the bedroom. He examined it with his eyes, and found it strange, that a window was open. He approached the window and closed it. A hand with the dagger shoot out of the curtain. The dagger pressed against his neck caused very unpleasant feeling.

"So.. you enjoy hitting women?" she whispered to his ear – " How about a little roleplay. Now I hit and you squirm?"

"Who are you? – he rasped – "I'll pay you, how much you want.."

"Ahhh…- she whispered making a small cut on his neck – "but I have already been paid. Besides I'll surely enjoy demonstrating your own conversation methods to you, my noble citizen" – she made another cut on his throat.

" If you weren't armed, we'd talk differently…" he growled through tightened throat.

"I'm not now – she said letting the dagger off her hand and backing off.

He turned around quickly to see her, small innocent girl, with big blue eyes smiling at him. That infuriated him. But on the other hand he thought to himself... Yes, I would definitely love a roleplay. According to my script.. And in fact, if you'd see them, you'd assume that the girl doesn't stand a chance. He was 2 feet taller, muscled and really furious. He looked her head to toes and growled :

"What about those blades? It's still not fair."

" No problem, took them off, see?"- with a smile she slid out of belt with blades.

"Shall we dance?" she asked with an amusement expression on her face which made him real furious.

" OK now little bitch, I'll show you that my blood is precious, and you don't spill it in vain!!! He growled throwing himself her direction. She avoided his attack, switched positions with him and kicked him hard beneath his knee. He lost his balance and fell on a floor.

'Well sire, since this dance is not your domain, let's try sth else…- saying those words the kicked him in a face, most probably breaking his nose.

"Awwww did that hurt?" –she asked granting him a solid punch in kindney area.

"Wanna break? – she asked him while he was trying to get up.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS YOU LITTLE WENCH! – he roared throwing himself again her direction

"Haven't you learnt sire, that dance is not your strength?" she asked while sending him against the wall. Then she jumped on his hand breaking his fingers. He howled, and apparently lost a will to fight. She came back for her dagger and her blades. She approached him with a dagger in his hand;

"Now tell me, how does it fill like to be treated like trash?!! ANSWER ME!" she yelled simultaneously cutting off one of his leg tendons. He howled and started to beg 'Please stop, please, I'll do anything…"

"Stop it!" she yelled slashing another tendon "didn't your proteges asked you for mercy while you beat or raped them? DID YOU SHOW MERCY?!

"Please… - he whispered

"You're so pathetic, soooo damn pathetic" she stated approaching her dagger to his throat. "I will show you mercy, because I'm not you." She ended and slashed his throat.

A moment has passed till the came to terms with herself. She looked around. Everything was covered in blood. The walls, the floor. The furniture was broken. Rhys would have DEFINITELY make her sorry, if he had seen this..

"Shit." She said to herself – "Shit, Shit Shit. It was very unprofessional of you Nessa. All this mess…. You should have done this quickly and disappear. Apart from that you did a terrible rumble and terrible mess. SHIT! Ok, steady now, now you'll put on your hood and get a hell out of here. But cannot say it wasn't pleasant…. – this moment she froze.

She saw eyes opened widely and filled with fear. These were child's eyes. She didn't know how long had this child been standing at the door. The child was terrified, it was for sure. It just stood there with eyes wide open, not even attempting to run or scream. Nessa was still holding a dagger, one throw and the problem is out. But she couldn't, she just couldn't. A voices came from downstairs. A wife with another child were heading their way. She approached the child quickly and whispered " You didn't see a thing. For your own good you didn't" She run through the window to hear a terrible scream a seconds later. She completed her task. She was happy with the result. But it wasn't good day at all.. She headed for the Tavern to wash that feeling away.

Nuada has gently wiped his blade of human's blood. He enjoyed visiting the cities. There was always a opportunity to kill some of this vermin. He always tried to look as rich as possible to attract some common thieves. Then he almost inhaled their fear, once he appeared to be much more troublesome victim that they assumed. These weren't different. They "lured" him to dark abandoned alley. There five of them. "Stinky, stupid creatures" Nuada thought to himself.

"Hand over all money and jewelry, pretty, silk-hair boy"- said one of the thieves – "We see that you have nice blades on your back. Perhaps you can even use them. But for your own good don't make us settle it the hard way…"

Nuada lips' corners went up as he answered " What makes you think you'll handle me the hard way? I am YOUR hard way" – he said pulling out his weapons and slashing the nearest opponent at the same time.

Before any of them could react Nuada ran towards the leader killing two another thieves on his way. His blades were quick as lightning. The opponents didn't even realize that they had been mortally wounded. Nuada stopped to take a look at the remaining two. They were a bit more conscious (or lucky). His golden eyes watched them trying to flank him. The smile didn't leave his black lips. It felt so good. He could smell their fear in the air, he could see it in their eyes. Those moments of man hunting made his life a little less bitter. He heard a dagger coming his way. The Elf parried it without any problem. He faced the one who has thrown it and threatened him with a finger.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty" – he said with an ironic smile – "can't you humans learn to throw things properly?" he asked. A second later the next thief was lying dead with a spear sticking out of his chest.

"Now" said Nuada- "that's what I call a throw"

"As for you" – he said turning his face towards the leader of the group – "I really have to teach you a lesson. Unfortunately it'll be the last one you ever have". Prince attacked. He was a bit surprised to find that a thief managed to evade his blade. Good– thought Nuada – "Very good indeed. It'll be more fun." The thief seemed to be the most trained warrior of the group. Seeing that he has been left alone he entered some sort of berserk state. He was surprisingly quick. And accurate. A some point Nuada had to focus to dodge or block his attacks. Their blades crossed and went apart, their bodies moved in incredible pace. Eventually Nuada decided to finish this. He waited for opponents mistake. The thief was becoming tired, his moves became

less accurate, slower. Nuada's eyes spotted the loop in defense, and his blade went under man's ribs. Thief's eyes opened wide and a silent squirm came out of his throat. While getting him to the ground, Prince captured his eyes and said "NEVER attack an Elf with blades on his back. It always ends bad. End of lesson. You are dismissed."

When his last victim died, he went to reclaim his spear. He wiped the blood with one's opponent clothes, placed the blades on his back and smiled. "Ah, how refreshing…' he whispered. "Let' celebrate then" with those words he headed for a Tavern. A glass of wine was what he now desired.