Legacy of Thieves
Chapter 3
By xXLusteringMoonXx
A/N: Eh, slow updating FTW. ^^
-Location: Bigger Ben- Lobby-
She moved with long, quick strides. Her light footsteps echoed around the dimly lit building, her dark shadow glided gracefully across the brick walls, moving silently, stealthily.
Her cape was a deep, rich shade of lush purple, but her long hair that was the colour of the night covered some of her cape as it hung low, sitting neatly just above her waist. Her slender body had the curves of a woman, yet she had hardly reached into adulthood. The girl's skin was a pale white, with a tinge of a lush red on her cheeks, and her pale crimson lips moved in small movements, hardly reaching an inch. A dark coloured blindfold covered her eyes, but her dexterity was of such high levels that she didn't need her eyes to see.
Stairs. Millions and millions of them were in front of her, and they seemed to never end. A long dagger swung around in its custom-made pouch, its silvery tongue longing to taste the sweet, warm feeling of flesh. Ah, how she longed to kill again.
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-Location: Kerning City-
Two voices made Josh jump. He quickly glanced over his shoulder, but nothing was there. He looked around; trying to find the source of the sound, but nothing other than the tall, gray brick walls of the surrounding buildings glaring at him like an outsider met his keen eyes.
Footsteps. Not hurried, he had noticed. So that was good. They were probably not aware he was there, listening to their every move. His black cloak fluttered slightly as he instinctively ducked into a dark alley, just as two guards walked by.
The warriors in question were only around level twenty-five, and by the looks of their flimsy metal swords and badly bent shield, there were few reasons for Josh to spare their lives. They had tried to kill him, after all.
A pair of trusty illbis snuggled in the warmth of his gloved hand, waiting to be released and sink themselves into his enemies, like they had done all those years ago. He hated to see the shockingly scarlet blood run down their cheeks as the metal makes contact against their soft flesh, but he had grown accustomed to avoid gazing at the corpses of all those he had so carelessly murdered. But it was the way of the Thief, and whether the Goddess liked it or not, it was staying that way.
Josh almost lazily tossed the two illbis, watching with a quiet satisfaction as they each dug into their target's flesh, allowing the deadly bacteria in the air to quietly feed on their victims.
The inhabitants of Kerning only needed to kill their targets; the city takes care of the rest.
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-Location: Ereve docks-
Ruitada climbed onto the wooden boat, his peacemaker revolver sitting neatly on his lap. The capsules that resided inside the revolver's chambers were of his own custom invention; he liked to nickname it 'Toxic Oblivion', mostly due to the fact that should his ammunition just happened to be in the body of a sad, unfortunate person, not that it happened often, but still, the victim would be slowly but surely paralysed by the toxins that the bullets contained, secreted from rare herbs found only in the darker gardens of Orbis.
His inner self, as he had liked to call it, always lusted for the kill. You know that small satisfaction you get when you've killed your first snail? It fills your body with happiness, with triumph. His inner self longed for that. But it wasn't a small addiction; it was an obsession.
A/N: Eh, these chapters are getting shorter and shorter. Sigh, oh well, enjoy what's there. :P
Updates are on the way! 3
Moon