Love Gone Wrong
Chapter 2
Hey guys! Here's the next chapter for 'Love Gone Wrong'!
Those who are following all of my current Fanfics, I will upload the next chapter for 'Hearts Over Minds' when I'm on my next cycle. Sorry for the troubles! Just trying to balance them out!
Bryan stepped into the city of Windhelm, the large double doors closing behind him.
He doesn't know why he accepted to assassinate these two people for a girl, but if it brings her tranquil, then he'll give it a shot.
He made his way past Candlehearth Inn, and took a left. He got a view of the doorway and the tombs below, leading to Hall Of The Dead of Windhelm. He knew about the crime of the three murdered women, and found the culprit. Who turned out to be the court wizard.
The Dragonborn thought about how to perform this one. It didn't take long before he saw his target, walking down the steps from the residence section of Windhelm, then taking a left and into the Hall Of The Dead.
He nodded, "Alright," he told himself, "Let's do this."
He made his way down and sneaked into the building.
Bryan stepped silently as he peeked around the corner, spotting his victim once more
He looked at his pouches, then searched quietly for one of the potions of the Lotus Extract. He pulled it out, took off the cap, and pulled out his ebony dagger.
Looking out again, making sure she didn't move, then back to himself.
He took the dagger, and slowly dripped the poison onto it. The dagger dripped with the substance. He bent down and set the potion on the floor.
Looking back again, making sure Nilsine was in the same spot. He nodded to himself.
The Dragonborn moved around the corner, slowing his progress as he got closer to her. His eyes steady on the target, hands non-shaking, and determination hard as stone.
When he got within range, he moved his left to where it's ready to cover her mouth, and his left ready to strike the heart.
Bryan carried out the assassination. He placed his hand tight on her mouth, preventing her from screaming, then delivered the killing blow, straight to the heart. He listened as she drew her last breath, blood slowly traveling down the dagger.
It was all quiet too, just the way he liked it.
He pulled the dagger out slowly, and holstered it. Bringing his hand back up, he moved to the side as he lowered the limp body in his hands, and onto the ground. He closed the eyes.
He dug through his pouches again, and found a flask of water. He popped the cork off, pouring the water onto his hands, the left, then the right. He rubbed them together, the blood dripping off of his hands.
After getting them clean, he took out his dagger, and poured a small amount of water on it, washing the lotus extract off.
He put the dagger up, then walking towards the door, picking up the potion of the poison along the way. He put a stopper on it.
Now, it was time to head to Raldbthar.
Bryan lined up along the wall of a staircase with snow falling at a diagonal, he's made it to Alain's hideout, he also had patrols out and about.
He brought his bow and arrow, along with his dagger. He wished he had his Daedric Greatsword. He treasured it very well, and often had it with him, in case something goes different as planned.
But, in this case, he has to use his bow and arrow, along with a Steel Sword he bought in Windhelm before leaving. He tampered it to a very fine edge.
He brought his bow over his head, pulled out a steel arrow, and nocked it.
Bryan moved along the wall, occasionally looking up to make sure no-one was on the stairs.
He got to the base, and slowly made his way up. Aiming the bow at the top, ready to release if anyone appeared.
When he got to the top, looked ahead, and indeed, saw a few bandits on guard, but clumsily.
He readied for a fight, he aimed the arrow at the closest bandit, aimed above a little, and let loose.
The bandit went down with an arrow to the heart.
His comrades immediately ran over to him, saw the direction of the arrow, and headed his way.
Bryan quickly set his bow down, and took out his steel sword. He moved up to them, ready to counter.
The first had a steel war axe, and he went in for an overhead strike at Bryan. The Dragonborn brought his sword up horizontally to block the attack. The axe hooked onto Bryan's sword, and he took advantage by kicking the bandit back, causing him to let go of his weapon.
Bryan took the War axe into his left hand, and readied for more.
This time, two bandits charged him. Both had steel swords. The one on the left was further ahead than the one on the right.
Bryan turned to the side as he leaned back to block a strike with the war axe, then cutting the bandit across with the sword, through the fur armor and skin. He brought the axe around and over, driving it at the man's feet, tripping him onto his back. Bryan drove the sword to the heart, and turned his attention to the man's partner.
The Bandit came at him with anger in the eyes and his mouth roaring, something Bryan can use.
The Dragonborn crossed his weapons to block the raging blast from the man in front of him. Bryan brought his own down, to lock down the sword of the bandit's.
Apparently, he was smarter than he looked, he shoved the sword further in, almost nipping Bryan's leg. He responded with a jerk of his own, ripping the sword out of his hands. The Dragonborn kicked him back, then spinning around to throw the war axe horizontally.
And the axe hit, it almost didn't. Either way, it would have knocked the man off his feet.
Bryan walked up to the dying bandit, and put him out of his misery. He went back to get his bow, and now, it was the ruins.
The Dragonborn silently closed the great double doors of the dwemer ruins. He had his bow in left hand, holding a nocked arrow.
He moved quietly down a ramp. About a 3/4 way down, he saw stopped upon seeing a bandit getting ready to sleep on the left side, he watched for the bandit's eyes to close. When they were, he readied the bow, aiming a tiny space above the head, then he released.
And it was a silent kill. Right between the eyes. Nodding to himself, he moved on, and saw flames in two rows vertically. One would sputter and stop for a moment, then the other, and begin again.
He moved up to the flames, and waited for the right time to cross, and did so.
Bryan continued to move without noise to the next set of doors. He looked through and saw a man in fine attire. Along with two bandits who were sitting.
"Must be him," Bryan thought.
The doors he was at were locked. No problem.
He searched through one of his back pouches, and found the pouch with his lockpicks. He took one out, with his shiv.
He kneeled down in front of the lock, inserting his shiv, then the lockpick. He tested it a few times, trying to get a clue. After a few tries, he found the spot, and twisted to unlock.
He slid his bow over his head, and laid it along the wall. He knew this was going to get ugly.
The Dragonborn took out his ebony dagger in his left, and the steel sword in his right.
He pressed against the left door with his shoulder, and marched towards Alain, who was surprised on his sudden appearance. The bandits noticed his looking, saw Bryan, and got up from their chairs, moving in between the two with weapons drawn.
"Let me by, I have no quarrel with you rats," Bryan told the two bandits.
"What do you think you're doing here?" Alain asked.
"Your death," was the Dragonborn's response.
Alain snorted, the bandits joined him, and that was a cue to show them Bryan wasn't playing around.
Bryan went for the first strike with a thrust into the heart of the bandit on the right, and blocked strike from the other, Bryan pulled out, sliced the bandit's sword arm, then kicked him back. The bandit yelled with agony, the whole time as he hit the floor in pain.
Bryan turned his attention to the shocked Alain.
"You've messed with the wrong girl, and I'm going to correct your crimes."
"Muiri put you up to this, didn't she? Well..." Alain said, "maybe we can come to an agreement."
Bryan shook his head, "Not an option," then drove both, the dagger and sword, to the middle. Not giving the man a chance.
The man's mouth was agape as he looked down and back up to him.
"Fuck...You..." were his final words.
Bryan smirked, "Your choice."
Then, he twisted and jerked them out, raining the Dragonborn in blood.
"And you get what you deserve," Bryan finished, Alain falling back with blood sputtering out of his mouth.
He looked over at the bandit whose arm was cut off, and walked over to him, putting him out of his misery.
"What's done, is done," he said to himself.
He headed back, holstering his weapons, and picking his bow up along the way.
Bryan made it back to Markarth, and he cleaned himself up during the journey. Ridding of the blood stains and whatnot.
He spotted Muiri heading to the Inn. He paced over to catch her.
She saw him, stopped, and her eyes demanded an answer.
"I have heard that you've killed Nilsine, now, they will experience the pain I have been put through," she told him as he walked up.
He nodded, "It wasn't all difficult."
"What of Alain? Is he...?" She asked.
He nodded once more, "Dead."
"Thank you. Please, accept this ring as payment and a symbol of my affection," she said, pulling out a silver ring, with a light sapphire embedded in the middle, the same color of her eyes and her facial painting.
Bryan put on a curious look as he took it into his own hands, examining it.
"Thank you again, for resolving my...problem. I will never forget you," She told him, taking him out of his thoughts.
He looked at her, "Are you going to be alright?"
She nodded, "Yes, I will be, thanks for asking, though," she said with a slight smile.
He smiled back, "Do you want some company?"
She shook her head, "I'll be fine."
He nodded back, "Ok, well, let me know if you need anything."
"I will...if I do," she told him.
"I guess that will be all? I'm about to head off," he said with his hand brought up, thumb sticking out as he pointed behind him.
"Wait! I don't know your name..." She told him, trailing off.
"Bryan, Bryan Side-Swing," he answered her.
She nodded a final time, "Ok...Bryan."
He spun around around and went his way.
Part of Muiri wished she said yes when he offered to stay with her for a bit. She gotten lonely countless times in this gods-forsaken city. Hopefully, he'll come by for another visit. Yes, she would like that...
And there's #2!
I hope I did the combat and carrying scenes right, it's sort of hard to have him with multiple weapons when he doesn't have that 'invisible carrying pack'.
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~Dark