Music-Inspired Short Story #5: Assassin
I run through the shadows, treading lightly and taking cover at even the slightest chance of being caught. I wander through the night slowly, but surely. My target will be dead before morning.
It won't be easy, but it will be done.
Through darkened halls, into separate rooms to hide from others. My knowledge of the building's structure is my greatest weapon. I know which rooms to hide in and which rooms to avoid and even a few rooms that the residents are unaware of.
You can never know too much when you're an assassin.
I know where to find my target.
Through a passage meant for a silent escape for the emperor, I make my way. I slip through the dark path and eventually reach the end. I place my hand on the wall in front of me. Wood.
I place a bomb and distance myself until it explodes, blasting the wood wall apart. I immediately dash forward past the flames and locate my target.
I don't wait, I don't hesitate, I don't even give him words of pity or empathy.
I simply slit his throat with the daggers hidden on me and use a smoke bomb to make my escape, grabbing a bottle of wine nearby. The guards believe that I ran back into the secret passage and make a futile attempt at apprehending me through it.
A window on the east end of the room left open is my angel of salvation. With my assignment complete and my target eliminated, I remove my mask and dark, concealing clothes until I am wearing nothing. I hide my clothes in the bushes nearby and take the bottle of alcohol with me, posing as a drunk.
If they find me, they won't suspect me. After all, who could suspect a mere drunk?