The Blind Assassin

I scanned the area using my hyper sense. It's what I decided to call it. Fight me. "It's a little too quite." Will said next to me. I stood up and walked to the door. I kicked it in. There was no one inside. The whole place had been abandoned. The fire pits were still smoking. I did not like this. Mira came in next to me and gasped. "What happened?" She asked no one in particular. "Kyle took over." I said. I walked around the cave we had used as a base for so many years. Memories flooded over me. This place was a home for everyone. Our members ranged from six to twenty six. We weren't just an army of assassins, we were a village. We were a family. And I don't like how this place looks barren. Mira fallowed close to me like a lost puppy. "They took almost everything. And destroyed anything they couldn't take." I wish I could have closed my eyes and shut it all out. But it's not like it mattered one way or another. "They might not have gotten into the vault." Mira said some hope in her voice. She took my hand and lead me to a metal door. "This is the vault. It was enchanted so that only you could open it." Mira explained. I ran my hand along the smooth metal. I grabbed the knob. The metal began to buzz with magic. I slowly opened the door to reveal the inside of my vault. The only safe keeps I ever had. A map displaying an area that does not exist in our know world, a note that was written in another language that had yet to be deciphered. And my favorite sword. I didn't like to use it much. It was super flashy. But twice as deadly as any blade. I grabbed the hilt of blade. I longed to unsheathe it and let its whirlwind of blades slice the air. But I needed at least ten feet of space for me to use it. Sure in its sheathed from it looked like any average claymore. But when unsheathed it could dislocate at certain joints along the blade making it go from a solid mass to a fluid river of blades. Lashing out like a whip. I had spent years mastering how to change the form of the blade with only a small flicking of my writs. Extending the normally four foot blade into its ten foot whip. It was my most lethal weapon. I took off my cloak so I could strap it to my back. "I guess we should go back to the others who are still outside." I said after a few more minutes. Mira lead the way out. The group was standing there. The queen's best, and my assassins. Angelina was the first to notice the sword on my back. She smirked. "A sword really doesn't suit you." I was going to say something but Mira beat me to it. "Your a sniveling rich bitch. You know nothing of what Leo is capable of. Your not even worthy to stand on the ground he does." Mira was yelling in full fury. I put a hand in her shoulder. She tried to pull away from me but I tightened my grip. Mira stood frozen in fear. "So which of you two would like to share your story?" I asked my voice cold as ice. Mira visibly shivered. "I hate the night hawks and what you've done." Angelina said simply. Mira glared at the older woman. "Do you even know what your so called 'perfect' father did?" Mira asked trying to control her rage. "Yeah put an end to a murderous race of barbarians." Angelina said smugly. "Of course, they were such monsters walking sticks and all." Mira said her sarcasm mixing deeper with her anger. "They had attacked all the villages with in fifty miles from them." The older woman shouted. "Yup every fucking ant mound was trampled, because had you actually paid attention in your required geography class you would know my village was a hundred miles away from any other form of human civilization, and ill have you know your dad killed anyone who he thought worthless that day. My parents, my siblings, they were taken. My grandparents killed while sick in bed. Your twisted father offered military might to a bunch of traders. The whole village was sold into slavery." Mira's body was riddled with sobs. She fell to her knees crying. I knelt down beside her and wrapped my arm around her trying to give her some comfort. "Where's your proof?" Asked Angelina trying to sound strong. But she had taken a serious mental blow. I doubt she would ever recover. "When we first met you complained that it wasn't worth it if I didn't know, well now I know, and now I can say I don't regret what I did that day. Your father was in the hunting party that had a hold of Mira at the time I found them. So if you want to kill me, I'll let you try, but I'm not holding back." I said keeping my voice low. The fear emanating from everyone around me was oppressive. I stood up and reached for the blade strapped across my back. My assassins took a dozen or so steps back. Will rushed over and helped Mira out of the way. Angelina smiled happily. "Now I take vengeance for my father." She drew her sword. Her stance was strong, she was not. The mental blow Mira gave her compiled with my radiating rage was enough to make her body shake. She made a step towards me and I pulled out my own sword. It slid free from the sheath with a satisfying ring of metal on metal. It was far heavier than my knives. And yet I couldn't bring myself to use both hands to hold it. A level of calm settled on my body. I knew where every joint was. What every combination of connect and disconnect was. Angelina made the worst mistake by charging me. I blocked her slash with the lower part of my blade. The top joints swirled out of place and slashed her cheek. Had she not move her head would have been gone. I flicked the sword back into just that. The once level headed captain of the royal guard was completely shaken. She now understood the difference in our strengths. And the unfair advantage my blade gave me. This time in rushing me she left an opening most wouldn't try to take advantage of. But I'm not like most. This time I let the whole blade extend. I swung it at the small crack in her defense. When the blade had reformed Angelina was on the ground her cries of pain could probably be heard for miles. Her severed arm fell to the ground next to me, sword still grasped in hand. My voice came out low and venomous. "This time I took your arm, I won't be so pleasant next time." I tuned to Mira. She looked both happy and fearful. "Don't go starting shit again." I said angrily. She nodded furiously. I flicked the blood off my blade before sheathing it. Will grabed the arm and walked to the prone form of Angelina. He went to work reattaching it to her. The night had fallen over the world. The stars spread out in an endless sea of black. The hot summer air finally cooling with the fall of the sun. And in all this time we spent tracking down nothing, we went home forgetting why we even left in the first place.