The Apprentice Assassin (Complete but editing) MxM

"Get down!" Alex cried as a rock flew through the window towards Thomas. 

Terror gripped Thomas, forcing him still. The rock connected with his back, sending a wave of pain through his body. Regardless of the pain, he was frozen to that spot. "So many dead..." He mumbled out as Alex steadily held his sword in his hands. His fingers were gripped around the hilt tightly, and his knuckles were white. "I've killed so many innocent people..." Thomas mumbled again as another bang on the door made it splinter. 

Alex took a step towards Thomas and looked him in the eye. "Look you can grieve for them later. Right now you need to get a grip, or we are both going to die!" The pounding on the door continued as it began to fracture and splinter. 

"Just let us have Thomas. We won't kill you if you let us in right now." The mob leader called through the slowly giving door. "It's not your fault you are working with a traitor." A few seconds of silence passed as Alex looked at the door with disgust. The leader's voice spoke again, but this time it was cold. "Let us in now. Don't make us kill you both for Thomas's crimes."

"Why don't you just try and take him!" Alex spat out angrily as the door continued to splinter. 

The door broke from its sturdy hinges and the mob began filing into the large living room of the in. Thomas and Alex were standing by the cooking pot and lifting device while the rest fed into the room. "Last chance outcast. Let us have Thomas, and we will spare your life. We have the number advantage."

"Numbers mean nothing when fighting in tight spaces." Alex replied with a dark smile. Clicking the edge of his hilt, Alex's blade split into to. "Now, who wants to try and take Thomas first?"

The crowd of people all brandished their weapons. Clubs, maces, and old looking swords were in all of their hands. One man stepped forward and dashed for Thomas with a warriors cry. He lifted his arm,mace in hand, aiming for Thomas's head. Before he could bring his mace down to its mark. His arms were both cut off. The man howled in pain and looked over to Alex, but never got to say a word. He opened his mouth to speak, and his head began sliding off his neck.

"Who's next?" Alex asked with a sinister grin as the group shuffled in angst. 

"We can take him if we work together! Another voice cried forcing Alex's attention away. He turned to face the new opponent who yelled out in fury as he rushed towards Alex when another crept forward while his back was turned.

The man who yelled fell silent, and Thomas blinked in surprise as the other man lifted his blade to stab Alex. "Lookout!" He cried out as he reached for one of Alex's half blades and snatched it from his hand. Countering the sloppy jab with the flick of his wrist, Thomas buried the blade into the coward's chest before he had a chance to flee.

"Thank you," Alex replied as he took a step to the side and matched his back to Thomas's. "Think we can take them?" 

"I wish we didn't have to, but your right. These people were dead the moment they met us. It's only right we end their suffering." The two stood poised and ready for whatever came next. 

A deep voice came echoing through their leader who was standing in the back. His voice was broken and when he spoke, it was in a guttural tone. "You think killing them will end my hunt for you? Their bodies serve as vessels to my will. Strike them down if you want. I will only bring more. You can't flee from me, I have been watching your every move since you left your precious bunker."

"Then you know we won't stop till you're dead." Alex growled as a few of the villagers took a step forward. 

"We'll just have to see about that won't we." The deep voice said with a raspy chuckle as he looked at the circle of villagers. "Serve your master and kill these fools!" He commanded before taking a step back to watch the carnage unfold.