Chapter 2

AN: Well here we go the second chapter is now up. Please Read, Rate, and Review. I will try and speed up the chapter postings as I go along so please bear with me.

Night approaches the town of Kelstrom, many people head inside to avoid the darkness. Tonight the weather went from bleak to horrible, rain and thunder storms will be upon them soon. One figure is still out, running heavy and hard to try and beat it, using the rooftops as cover and agility. The lone figure jumps, rolls and picks it back up with a sprint. Running is not unnatural for Argonians, but free-running and climbing is usually unheard of and the lone figure does it the best. He vaults over a low-bearing wall and still continues to run forward, heading to the industrial part of the city. He moves along the rooftops as if nothing up there can stop him.

With one last leap, Zany lands on the last residential home before looking up.

"The Industrial district, a horrible place for Argonians and probably the worst smell ever." He starts to survey the district, one of the largest, poorest and worst condition places in Kelstrom. He sighs as he sees two refineries, but then remembers about the old abandoned warehouse next to it and begins to look again.

Suddenly he hears a commotion and looks down to his left, in front of the open alleyway. Three blurry Argonian men are hassling what appears to be a young Breton woman. He sighs heavily, 'Rape… shouldn't have come down here.' He ignores her cries as he finally sees the warehouse. A rather loud cry shrieks in the air, like a crow, before it's muffled. He down at her than at the warehouse, his mind is telling him to ignore her and go kill the Khajiit, or stop a few minutes to threaten the men to go away, but if that doesn't work…than a fist and/or sword fight might happen.

He sighs heavily, scowling at himself and jumps down on a lower roof to help her.

He mutters lowly, "I hate being nice sometimes, but I can't live with that she could be dead the next morning." He grabs the ledge below him, and lowers himself down to the ground. He lands with a soft thud and turns to look down the alley. He stops and thinks on how he is going to defuse the situation. After a moment he shrugs and starts to call them out.

"Hey you bastards, taking advantage on a poor women isn't such a good idea." Before their real fun can start they turn to look at the man who is interrupting them.

"She wondered down our street, she deserves to be punished." One of them calls out.

I shake my head and frown, "Yeah, but she got the message now let her go before things get real ugly." I sigh mentally, me and my big mouth.

The three Argonians chuckle deeply, "Well…look at the hero we got, rescuing people at night. He just wants a reward from her, I bet she would give it to you because how much of a whore she is."

I shake my head, 'I really have got to shut up sometimes.'

Suddenly the damsel in distress pulls a dagger from the one on her right, and stabs him in the back with it. In a flash I pull out my two iron swords from my back and sprint forward. The two rapists look between each other, before they split up to deal with us both. The one coming at me just rushes forward, dagger in hand, bring it down on top of me. I throw up one sword to block it, than thrusting forward with the other in to his gut. I can see the fear in his eyes; I only glare at him before turning the sword and pulling out. I look up to see her slicing through the last man's throat.

I breathe once, 'Well that wasn't very expecting. I figure I have to take them all on.'

I start to walk up to her calling her out, "Hey Breton…" The words barley left my mouth before the dagger she took is up to my throat.

I get a good look at her, standing no more than 5'6, couple of inches shorter than me, she has brown, hazel hair and, dark chocolate eyes, but the glare she is giving me shows that she is more than a simple woman.

"Who are you?" She says it with more of a command than a question; most men would have feared this woman, unlucky for her I am not intimidated.

"Zany, now I suggest putting down the dagger to the guy who helped you."

She scoffs loudly, "I didn't need your help."

Now it is my turn to scoff, "Sure, when in the process of them raping you would you grab the dagger?"

The said object gets pushed more in to my neck, slightly irritating. "Why did you help me?"

I shrugged, "You needed the help now put down the blasted dagger would ya, and I'm not going to hurt you." Her face twists and turns with thought on whether she should let me go or not.

She looks down slightly, than starts to lower the dagger.

I slide the swords back on to my back while asking her, "Why are you in the Industrial district, alone, at night?"

She starts to straighten her shirt out before looking up to me, "I was trying to meet a contact of mine...though he didn't show."

I sighed a little, "So instead these men showed up?"

She nods once and begins to walk down the alley, with me following. "My contact was a nord named Slather."

I stop at the mention of that name that was the man that was hanged today, how could she have not known it was him? She turns and looks at me "What? You seem shocked."

I turn and look at her, of course shocked is written across my face "The nord was hanged today almost around noon, unless you were asleep, showed up after that, or didn't hear he is dead."

Now it is her turn to be in shocked, than she starts to say colorful phrases in her native tongue "I showed up around mid-afternoon."

My face falls back in to its natural frowning state, "Than you missed it by hours, though why were you meeting him?"

She shakes her head, turning her back to me; I notice some of the tears and rips across the back of her shirt. "He was…"

She stops mid-sentence, obviously not wanting to share. "It was important for us to meet…why are you here though?"

I gave her a scowling look, before shaking my head. "I'm supposed to be…meeting someone I suppose, but your screaming kind of interrupted it."

We reach the end of the alley while I only look forward at the abandoned warehouse I was supposed to be at.

I quickly noticed she starts to walk away; I call her out quickly, "Hey wait…what is your name?"

She stops and turns to look at me. "Shiria Vandimir, nice to meet you…I suppose."

I nod once, "If you ever need me go to the 'Reach's end' you can find me there."

She nods back and turns and walks away, I study her for a second before looking forward at the warehouse, but then I noticed something really quickly. "I'm right next to the damned thing." I say to no one in general, I shrug once before walking forward to complete my task.