The Apprentice Assassin (Complete but editing) MxM

"Hey, who's Tarzan?" Thomas asked as he followed Alex down the dark stone corridor. Getting no answer, he tried again. "Hey geezer, who is Tarzan? Is he some kind of troop or something?"

A little chuckle escaped from Alex, frustrating Thomas as he continued to walk silently. Rounding a corner and turning left into a darker hallway, he slowed and motioned for Thomas to stop. "You need to jump here, you can't see it, but there's a pressure plate here that sends spikes from the ceiling. The pressure is about three feet across goes from wall to wall. Oh then after that, there's a thin tripwire about a foot in front of that. That opens to a pit of spikes. Can you make that kinda jump?" 

"I  mean I can, but why do I need to? Is there something on the other side I need?" Thomas asked as he looked down the hallway to the room that lay ahead. "I mean, three feet isn't the easiest feat for me, but I think I can manage it." He continued as he turned his attention to the seemingly perfect floor. Nothing seemed out of place, and when he looked up for the dart mechanism, he couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. "Where are the traps hidden at? I can't find anything that even resembles a trap, not even a grove in the rock!" 

Alex quickly started forward and took a flying leap over the space and landed gracefully on his feet, then stepped over what seemed to be nothing before looking back over to Thomas. "My alchemy lab is this way! You wanted the salt to poison our food right?" He waved his hand towards Thomas, beckoning him to follow.

Looking across the three-foot gap and then back down to his towel, Thomas sighed before raising his voice. "I don't think I can make that jump, not in a towel like this. It would constrain my leg movement, and I wouldn't be able to gather enough speed to carry me across without it falling." Alex began to chuckle, making Thomas's cheeks redden. "You try running a short distance, jumping a lethal trap in a small towel, and make it over a tripwire; all the while the only thing you're wearing can come off with the wrong blink of your eyes!" 

"You need to learn to be more flexible Thomas." Alex replied, looking back at him with a strange smile that made his head spin. "How badly do you want that salt?" He asked, confirming the choices Thomas was about to make.

Letting out another sigh, Thomas took a few steps back and stood there, looking at the three-foot point he needed to clear. Here goes nothing! He thought to himself before rushing forward, his leg movements constrained to little tiny steps. Rushing as fast as he could manage, he tried to hold onto his towel as he made his way forward. Reaching the edge, he jumped up and closed his eyes. I'm not going to clear this, stupid Alex and his stupid towel!  He thought as he continued forward, his eyes tightly held shut. 

"Watch out for the tripwire!" Alex cried out as Thomas's eyes shot open, and he stumbled forward, trying to stop himself from hitting the thin wire that came into view as he tried to slow himself. 

"I'm trying!" Thomas growled before realizing his momentum was too much. Quickly jumping over the wire and barreling into Alex as he did so, sending them both tumbling towards the floor. 

As they both hit the ground, Thomas gasped out in pain. The earth was heavily compacted, it felt harder than he thought possible. Taking a deep breath, he looked over to Alex, who had rolled with the fall and was mysteriously back on his feet, looking down at him with a dirty smile. "Graceful as a dump truck aren't you!" He said with a smirk as Thomas stumbled to his feet. "Forgetting something though?" He asked, pointing towards the towel next to him that had fallen from Thomas's grip as he crashed onto the floor. Thomas's cheeks began to burn, and he raced for the towel, making sure to squat down to get it and the small rock at the same time.

"You really don't have anything else to wear?" Thomas begged as he quickly stood and tightly wrapped the towel around his hips. "Anything at all would be better than this stupid towel!" Adjusting the towel and trying to tighten it, he saw Alex nodding his head no. His cheeks burned hotter when he noticed was watching him with his mouth slightly open. Snapping his fingers a few times pulled him from his apparent stupor and when Alex came to, he smirked and headed towards a large table covered in strange devices. "Who only owns one set of clothing?" Thomas mumbled to himself as he slowly started after Alex.