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Author: nameless
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IX – Alone again
Yes I had money, I had respect, I had food and a place to stay…but I wasn’t satisfied. I wasn’t happy. The people who knew me were barley known themselves so what I had couldn’t have been called fame. I made my money breaking the laws of the city I wanted renown in, which probably wasn’t a good idea, so soon after I turned seventeen I stopped.
I dropped off the radar, took the money I had and retreated to my apartment. I trained harder and longer every day, only hunting when I needed to test my limits. I this I was the most withdrawn during this point in my life, most of my thoughts only of power, and the ways I could get it.
The guards never stopped bothering me though. Dropping off the radar didn’t get rid of my reputation; in fact it seemed to even make me a little more popular, and unbeknownst to me, Lucan was putting a lot of pressure for the militia to find me. Maybe he wanted someone so efficient doing jobs for himself and not the criminals of the city.
I remember my eighteenth birthday. I was punching the wall of my apartment, which was a hobby that I took up when I couldn’t find anything else to punch when I heard knocking at the door. I hesitated wiping the sweat from my brow as knocking at the door was a rarity since it never happened. Not once has anyone visited me in this apartment, so I was obviously wary.
“This is the Freeport Militia. Open this door!”
I cursed to myself as they continued to bang, and I looked around for any way I could escape. Of course there wasn’t, and I was forced to just stand there and wait for them to break the door down and come barging in. A dark elf captain followed by two ogre guards, all clad in shiny plate mail armor stood now in my small apartment eyeing me up and down. “Are you the man with no name?”
I nodded. “What is this about?”
“You are hereby ordered to come with us for execution by command of Lord Lucan D’Lere.”
“Execution, what for?” I said calmly weighing my options. The two ogres both had a belt full of throwing axes, one wielding a halberd and the other a large double bladed axe. I could see two sword handles sticking out the back of the dark elf’s back, but who knows what else he hid.
“You’re under suspicion of robbing a guard’s tower in Big Ben.”
“You kill people for suspicion?”
He took a step closer with a smile as he leaned closer and nodded. “Of course, where have you been living?”
“Well there must be a way I can prove myself, I didn’t do that…I was even planning on joining the militia today, my eighteenth birthday.”
“Don’t try and defend yourself scar, I know that you did it…I used to work for the crime boss who sent you on the mission.”
“Used to?”
“D’Lere took him down.” He said smugly. “He gave you up to avoid execution…not that it worked” he chuckled. “I feel for ya kid, I really do. If it weren’t for these ogres here I’d probably let you go, you’ve done a few jobs for some friends of mine.” He said looking at me strangely.
It took me a moment to return the look, and he nodded stepping aside to reveal the two ogres standing there staring vacantly ahead, probably not even paying attention to the conversation.
I went right to it, taking a quick three steps to my left going towards the ogres. He let out a gasp of surprise and I jumped to the side even further as he swung his axe down over his head, hitting and wedging it into the floor.
With him leaning down trying to pull it out I quickly kicked him in the face as I leaned back barley being missed by one of the other’s throwing axes. He came at me jumping over his fallen friend and swinging the sword at me again and again. I maneuvered around my room using my size to my advantage, easily avoiding all his stabs and swings.
While we fought I kept my eye on the dark elf, who stood at the same place watching us with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. I didn’t know if he was just messing around with me, but I was prepared to kill him as well if I needed to.
Either way I decided it was time to find out kneeing the Ogre in the gut chopping at his main hand causing him to drop his sword and then jabbing up into his neck. He staged back choking as I picked up the sword and rammed forward through his chest.
After it fell the dark elf began to clap, slowly walking towards me while avoiding the fallen bodies. “Good show.”
I just looked at him sternly, still trying to figure out his game. “And you wanted me to do that?”
“I wanted to see if you could do that.” He responded as he dropped his arms. “The militia doesn’t give chances to just anyone. If you died then we tell Lucan you resisted, which he expected anyway.”
“And so now what that I’ve earned that chance?”
He said nothing but motioned for me to follow him as he left the apartment and we walked down the hallway. He knocked on the next door in the apartment and soon enough a human around my age opened up, his face showing fear once seeing the guard and me. “Y-Yes?”
The dark elf said nothing but pulled a short dagger from his belt that I had not seen before, a dragon imbued into its long curved blade and sliced up through the man’s chest, then back again across his throat.
The man fell down slowly as the dark elf turned to me, his bloody knife at his side. “Give me your papers.” I said nothing and obliged as he went into the apartment searching the man lying in the pool of blood.
He found his papers and switched the two, ripping up the ones from the man he just killed as he stood up and walked over to me. “Now your dead. Lucan will be told you resisted, killed both of my guards before I was able to kill you.”
“Won’t he want to see me?”
“He doesn’t know what you look like, you really think he concerns himself too much with these matters?” He smiled.
“Then what about the guards?”
“Most guards haven’t been in an underground crime guild.” He said with a wink putting his hand on my shoulder. “You have a second change, get some fake papers…I’m sure it won’t be hard for you, and start over. Scar is dead.”
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