The night was cold and snow slightly shrouded the town in white. Although even with all the white falling round it was practically impossible to see anything, almost as if the snow was creating a thick fog. This made it easy for those who are less than noble to sneak around in the shadows, some running drugs, some running to get the drugs and one waiting to leave his mark on this town.
The one who lays in wait, shrouded in a thick black hooded cloak and hiding in between two houses lit up a cigarette. He took a deep huff and puffed out the thick grey smoke. This man had eyes colder than ice itself. The cold seemed to not effect the man what so ever, he leaned against the wooden house taking drags from his cigarette.
“Hmph.” The man shook his head. The person he had been waiting for was anything but punctual. Finally right when he went to outten his cigarette and call it a night the target arrived; drunkenly swaying left and right still dressed in his captain of the guard uniform. The shrouded man couldn't help but smirk, “Had a drink did we? More like a few bottles. This should be easy.”
As the man entered his home the shrouded man slipped into the back entrance that lead into the home through the cellar. The lock had been picked earlier that night so it would be quick to hurry in and slip back out. As the Captain’s family should be fast asleep.
Into the cellar he snuck, past all the barrels and boxes and up to the steps that lead to the kitchen. Although just as he reached the steps a loud shatter from a bottle hitting the door caused him to freeze dead in his tracks. He quickly pushed under the staircase to hid himself in the shadows. Under his breath he mumbled, “son of a
**** he's going to wake the whole house, things just become much harder.”
Just then he heard a scream come from a little girl, then the Captain’s voice roar in.
“Shut up you blasted good for nothing brat. I told you to have these dishes done before I came home!”
“But I-I did father.”
“Now you are lying!”
There was a loud thud, then another followed by loud yelling. “What the hell is that in the sink then, doesn't all look done to me.” The little girl was crying now, “I couldn't fit the pot in the drying rack, mama said-” There was a loud crash and what sounded like the pot hitting the floor. He must have thrown her then the pot. Loud footsteps from someone running down steps was heard next, the shrouded man left out a sigh and thought to himself, “what a night for me to pick to do this.”
He heard a women start yelling about how she told the girl it was okay and he was drunk. The woman was frantic yelling about blood and the man rose his voice calling her a
**** and a gunshot was heard echoing through the basement. “Bloody hell!?” The shrouded man quickly darted up the stairs not to worried about blowing his cover if a gun was fired. The town was small and quiet, someone outside was bound to fetch the guards and the man wasn't about to fail a contract.
The shrouded man burst into the kitchen; but what he found was what he certainly did not expect. The body that lay cold with blood oozing from his skull was that of the Captain. The man walked out slowly breathing slower than that. He looked over at the woman crouched on the floor her hands on her mouth and eyes shot open wide with fear. She didn't have the gun, so he turned his head to the young girl. She stood with blood running down her face and eyes cold to what occurred. The man rose his eyebrows in surprise, she was only five maybe and shot her father point blank between his eyes. With no remorse or regret.
She lowered the gun to her side and looked up at strange man. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something to him but didn't. Her mother spoke in
**** words, “Who are you? Wh-what are you doing here?” The man looked at her and spoke calmly in a stern voice. “Simon Luicant, and I came to kill your husband but it looks like the child took care of that already.” His words seemed to echo through the house and the woman burst into tears. “They are going to kill her now, the Jarl. She's a monster. She always had been.”
Luicant looked confused, he looked to the little girl on his left still holding the gun and rubbing her arm. “Kill her. For killing your target that's how it works right?” Luicant looked over at the mother surprised. “You want me to murder your child?”
“She is a monster. The town knows it. If you don't they will. I should have smothered her when she was an infant.”
The room felt eerie and cold. Simon still felt as if his ears betrayed him. How could a mother want her own child to die? She seemed willing to protect her earlier. Was she just saying this so the Jarl wouldn't be the one to hang her in front of the entire town, was she saving herself from embarrassment? “I don't have a contract to kill the girl so I won't. The Jarl won't kill her, after all murders can be covered up easily.” Luicant fiddled in the sleeve of his robe pulling out a strange piece of parchment with a black ribbon tied around it. “Now we killed him. Go to bed act like you don't know. But we will.” He said placing his index finger on the young girl's forehead. “We will remember too.”