Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Sept 23, 2014 1:51:14 GMT
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The group of assassins had became quite a useful asset to Iacomus as of late. He had a general idea of where they were located, and he had heard whispers of their activities before, but, as curious of a person he seemed to be, their name and true intentions were unimportant to him right now, as he had absolutely no intention to get in their way. Of course, there seemed to be one or two on his tail, but he had managed to evade them quite simply, and they were much more useful to him than they were a hindrance. They were masters at hiding their tracks, which typically meant leaving the bodies of their targets in such a way after they killed them that the death looked like it had been caused in an accident, or something of the sort. This meant that, for Iacomus, treasures were hidden around almost every alley corner. Easy pickings, so to speak. He simply had to remove what he needed from the corpses that lay in the streets, replace their positions, and move on his way. There was no graves to dig up, no coffins to pry open, an, in these cases, he had no need to squeeze the life out of them himself. He would wish to say that he felt guilty about the lives he had taken, but, alas, no such emotions crossed his mind, and not having to kill people himself was simply easier than otherwise, there was no other reason why he would prefer it.
On this night in particular, there had been a child's body that he had found. An older child, of course. He doubted that the group of assassins that ran a muck in this city would be so cruel as to kill a young child, but, then again, he did not know their nature very well. There the body lay, the reflection of the single yellow lamp that shone dimly from the weathered grey bricks replacing the illumination in his eyes that had so recently been lost, his mouth wide and his jaw slack, falling towards the concrete. With a pleased smile and a dash of polished metal, Iacomus went to work, but the details shall be spared. Very rarely did he need a child's organs, as they tended to be somewhat undeveloped some of the time, but it could not hurt to have some on hand. He was quite happy with his find.
He stood up and started to wipe off his scalpel with a stained piece of white silken cloth, when he heard a high-pitched but very faint gasp from behind him. With wide eyes, he slowly turned his head, and there she was - a woman in a nightgown, with long brown hair and an expression on her face that was beyond terrified, making her cheeks look hollow and creases fold on her forehead. "M-my son!" She said between gasps, and Iacomus clenched his teeth, but very quickly replaced this with a pleasant but malicious smile. He strolled over to her and held her chin in between his thumb and forefinger and moved her face on an upwards angle, then looked down at her beneath his nose, his yellow irises looking as far down as they could go.
"I do apologize for your loss, ma'dam. I do hope you won't mind if I..." with that, he stabbed her stomach with the sword he hid underneath his tail coat, then brought it out again, glistening in the same dim light, covered in crimson. She gagged, and coughed up blood, grasped her stomach, and fell to the floor like a sack of rotten potatoes. He hadn't wished to do this, as he had all the merchandise he needed at this time, but he did not wish her to spread the word, and he did her a favor anyway. If this was indeed her son, he had simply put her out of her imminent misery. At least she hadn't-
Screamed. Behind her was another boy, younger than the one who lay dead behind him, who was screaming in terror, tears streaming down his face. "MOMMY!" He screeched. Dammit. Dammit! She had another little bugger? He was screaming so loud that the entire city must've been able to hear him by now. Iacomus cringed, his eyebrows creased and his teeth clenched, and it seemed as if he almost growled. Was there time to take care of this kid too, or would people come running? This was not, the peasants hovel, after all. He brandished his sword once more and took a step forward. He was no good at combat, that was for certain, but he could sure as Hell take this child.
But as he took that step, the child darted away, out of the alley and down the street. DAMMIT! DAMMIT DAMMIT! THere was no way he was allowing himself to get caught! NOT NOW! The child's scream was like an alarm, and he was sure people would arrive soon. Did he have a chance of escape?
My charry is such a meanie! TT^TT And this post was really long, I'm sorry... 0^0 also, 30 second doodles yaay.
The group of assassins had became quite a useful asset to Iacomus as of late. He had a general idea of where they were located, and he had heard whispers of their activities before, but, as curious of a person he seemed to be, their name and true intentions were unimportant to him right now, as he had absolutely no intention to get in their way. Of course, there seemed to be one or two on his tail, but he had managed to evade them quite simply, and they were much more useful to him than they were a hindrance. They were masters at hiding their tracks, which typically meant leaving the bodies of their targets in such a way after they killed them that the death looked like it had been caused in an accident, or something of the sort. This meant that, for Iacomus, treasures were hidden around almost every alley corner. Easy pickings, so to speak. He simply had to remove what he needed from the corpses that lay in the streets, replace their positions, and move on his way. There was no graves to dig up, no coffins to pry open, an, in these cases, he had no need to squeeze the life out of them himself. He would wish to say that he felt guilty about the lives he had taken, but, alas, no such emotions crossed his mind, and not having to kill people himself was simply easier than otherwise, there was no other reason why he would prefer it.
On this night in particular, there had been a child's body that he had found. An older child, of course. He doubted that the group of assassins that ran a muck in this city would be so cruel as to kill a young child, but, then again, he did not know their nature very well. There the body lay, the reflection of the single yellow lamp that shone dimly from the weathered grey bricks replacing the illumination in his eyes that had so recently been lost, his mouth wide and his jaw slack, falling towards the concrete. With a pleased smile and a dash of polished metal, Iacomus went to work, but the details shall be spared. Very rarely did he need a child's organs, as they tended to be somewhat undeveloped some of the time, but it could not hurt to have some on hand. He was quite happy with his find.
He stood up and started to wipe off his scalpel with a stained piece of white silken cloth, when he heard a high-pitched but very faint gasp from behind him. With wide eyes, he slowly turned his head, and there she was - a woman in a nightgown, with long brown hair and an expression on her face that was beyond terrified, making her cheeks look hollow and creases fold on her forehead. "M-my son!" She said between gasps, and Iacomus clenched his teeth, but very quickly replaced this with a pleasant but malicious smile. He strolled over to her and held her chin in between his thumb and forefinger and moved her face on an upwards angle, then looked down at her beneath his nose, his yellow irises looking as far down as they could go.
"I do apologize for your loss, ma'dam. I do hope you won't mind if I..." with that, he stabbed her stomach with the sword he hid underneath his tail coat, then brought it out again, glistening in the same dim light, covered in crimson. She gagged, and coughed up blood, grasped her stomach, and fell to the floor like a sack of rotten potatoes. He hadn't wished to do this, as he had all the merchandise he needed at this time, but he did not wish her to spread the word, and he did her a favor anyway. If this was indeed her son, he had simply put her out of her imminent misery. At least she hadn't-
Screamed. Behind her was another boy, younger than the one who lay dead behind him, who was screaming in terror, tears streaming down his face. "MOMMY!" He screeched. Dammit. Dammit! She had another little bugger? He was screaming so loud that the entire city must've been able to hear him by now. Iacomus cringed, his eyebrows creased and his teeth clenched, and it seemed as if he almost growled. Was there time to take care of this kid too, or would people come running? This was not, the peasants hovel, after all. He brandished his sword once more and took a step forward. He was no good at combat, that was for certain, but he could sure as Hell take this child.
But as he took that step, the child darted away, out of the alley and down the street. DAMMIT! DAMMIT DAMMIT! THere was no way he was allowing himself to get caught! NOT NOW! The child's scream was like an alarm, and he was sure people would arrive soon. Did he have a chance of escape?
My charry is such a meanie! TT^TT And this post was really long, I'm sorry... 0^0 also, 30 second doodles yaay.