The Apprentice Assassin (Complete but editing) MxM

The slamming of a nearby door made Thomas's eyes bolt open. Reaching for his pistol, he quickly cocked it and looked around the room while sitting up. Seeing nothing, he cringed when the sound of dishes shattering on nearby walls made it to his room. Thomas looked to his door concerned. What the hell is going on out there? He thought, silently getting out of bed and looking at the doorway. 

"I don't know anybody by that description sir, please don't break anything else!" Barry cried out loud enough that Thomas could hear him. The sound of a chair splintering echoed through the room. "Please sir, I don't know anything! The only  person who came in yesterday was an old beggar looking for a handout!" 

A deep earthy voice cracked out, sending shivers down Thomas's spine. "I know for a fact that he is here peasant. I heard your voice on the device while the bait was dangling. His commanding officer tried to warn him away, that's when I no longer needed the bait. After the explosion, his coms were destroyed. I tracked him to this village, and to you. Now tell me where he is, and I might let you live.

"There's nobody here but me!" Barry cried out again, his voice panicked. "I'm not lying, search the grounds if you want, but there's nobody here!" Another dish shattered, making Thomas close his eyes and sigh softly. 

Thank you Barry... Thomas thought to himself as he crept across the floorboards and opened the back window. The sound of heavy footsteps began to echo towards his room as he hopped out the back window. The second he got onto the dead grass outside, he shut the window as quietly as he could. The door was smashed open, sending it flying down into the room as Thomas held his breath. 

"You don't need to be so rough with the doors!" Barry whined as the thumping footsteps started inside. "See there isn't anybody here, I haven't done anything wrong!" 

"Then why is the bed not made like the rest of them?" The guttural voice of the Cantorian asked, his pitch rising slightly. "Do you think me a fool?" He asked, his deep voice cracking and grinding like walking over gravel. 

"No sir!" Barry replied, "I use this room only for the most discriminating of customers who wish only to use it for a night with company of a man or woman of the night! There was an older man here a few days ago who asked to use it. I hadn't had the time to clean up the room yet, after my wife's murder, I have been busy trying to prepare for her funeral. I lit the fire to remove the smell of his chamber pot that he spilled over the floor and was going to tidy up when you came in!" 

The sound of bones cracking and a body hitting the floor echoed out the window making Thomas close his eyes, slowly letting out the breath he had been holding. "I know you are here Thomas, this man just gave his life for you. Give me the journal before any more are forced to die for you." Thomas took a soft breath and squeezed his pistol grip tightly. "I can hear you Thomas!" The Cantorian mocked, grinding laughter echoed as his footsteps started closer. "Are you going to hide like a coward, or will you die honorably?"

An older gentleman in a simple cotton garb seemed to appear from around the corner and started towards Thomas and covered his lips with one finger. Thomas tried to wave him away, but the man continued towards Thomas, holding a large blue cylinder in his hands. The old man indicated for Thomas to cover his ears, but he was wearing his helmet, so he couldn't. The old man pulled the pin on the large object, counting backwards from three silently then tossed the small object into the window. Thomas looked at the old man surprised as he covered his ears just before an ear-splitting bang echoed through his helmet and sent vibrations through his entire body. Most of the sound had been canceled by his helmet, but it was loud none the less. "Let's go metal boy, that will only distract Sarthon for a few minutes at best." He reached forward and grabbed Thomas's metal hand and began running faster than any older man should.