WHO IS NOT EXCITED FOR SCHOOL
YEAH SAME NOT ME
*unenthusiastic cheers*
Nevertheless, somehow I had time to write a thing, and this is a relatively long thing too. And I am very proud of this thing. I wrote it when I was starving hungry and listening to lit punk rock, so if that has anything to do with it then I should do it more often.
Aaaanyway, this was inspired by this amazing picture I received in my inbox from my friend's drawing/writing blog. I saw it and was like "yes, this. i must write this."
Add a dialogue prompt.....
......And bam! Instant writing inspiration.
So without further annoying fluff from me, I present to you the Assassin Sisters.
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“All right.” She handed her sister the scissors. “Can I at least punch her?”
“No.” Ellion cut the fabric with a satisfying snip and held up the piece, examining it with a trained eye. “This is an assassination mission. You can’t let your feelings get in the way.
“I knooooow,” Missie drew out the vowel. “I just want to feel her nose crunch under my fist.” As she rubbed her knuckles, a look of joy crossed her face. “Or I could even use my spikes, so there would be more blood…”
“No,” Ellion said firmly. She began to stitch the patch onto the outfit. “We’re in, we’re out. That’s it.”
“But we could just--”
“Missie, I swear if you try and convince me any more I will leave you behind,” the older girl spat, drawing the needle through the fabric with fervor. “We were given an assignment and we will do it and it only.”
“Fine,” Missie sulked. She crossed her arms. “Are you done yet?”
“No.”
Both were silent. Then the younger, much more talkative sister stood up. “So who exactly are we assassinating anyway?”
Ellion took on the air of one who had already explained this. “We’re assassinating the Lady Serifex after her party tonight. She will most certainly be exhausted and go to bed in the wee hours of the morning. Her servants won’t dare be around her because she will definitely be drunk and very cranky. It’ll be an easy kill. We’re to use our guns only, no maiming or mutilating.”
“Gotcha.” Missy flopped onto her sister’s bed, throwing her feet up in the air and grabbing her toes. “Are you almost finished.”
Sighing and rolling her eyes, Ellion knotted the thread and threw the outfit onto her sister. “Yes, Annoying. Now make sure you’re prepared. We’ve got a long night.”
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Early next morning, Ellion and Missie crouched outside of the Rhune Palace. “So how do we get in?” the younger girl asked.
“From the ventilation shafts, of course.”
“Why can’t you just say the vents?”
“To make you ask questions.” Ellion reached behind her and grabbed her mask, then clipped it on. “Put on your mask, we’re going in.”
Suddenly all business, Missie tucked her red hair behind her ear. She tossed her black scarf over her shoulder and tied it around her face and neck, covering all but her eyes. “Where’s the vent?”
“Right there.” Her sister’s voice sounded robotic through the mask as she pointed to a collection of metal bars on the wall of the main palace.
“How do we get there over the laser-inforced and guard-protected wall?”
“Easy. You take out the guards, I take down the lasers.”
Missie smiled. “Do I get to do it messy?”
Ellion’s eyes crinkled up under the mask, the only indication that she was smiling. She reached up and pulled her night-vision goggles over her eyes. “If you can do it fast, go for it.”
Peeking up over the barrier, the younger girl determined the coast was clear and darted into the darkness.
Ellion stayed behind for a count of 100, then sped off in the opposite direction. She quickly reached the huge metal wall and gazed up at it. There was a security camera looking straight at her. She shot it. It sparked and fizzled.
One advantage of the night-vision goggles was their ability to detect tech. The older girl had designed and modified them herself. She clicked a button on their side and suddenly the darkness was lit up with the glow of lasers all over the wall.
Smiling, Ellion traced one of the lasers back to its origin and shot the output. She did the same for all the lasers in one section of the wall, shooting the security cameras for fun. Missie returned, wiping her knuckle spikes on her scarf. “Not a sound,” she stated. “Looks like you’ve got this under control.”
“You know I do,” her sister replied, standing back with her hands on her hips. “After you, milady.”
“Why thank you, kind sir,” Missie mocked, then crouched down and sprang up to the top of the wall, then dropped over it. Ellion heard a tap on the metal wall, the signal that the coast was clear. She too jumped over the wall. When she landed, she crouched in the shadows beside her sister and turned off her jumping boots.
“There’s more guards here than I thought,” Missy whispered.
“I see that.” Fourteen guards patrolled the area inside the wall. “We’ll have to take them out quickly.”
“Will do. The dash way?”
“The dash way,” Ellion agreed.
Both girls sped out of the wall’s shadow. “Hey!” one of the guards yelled, only to be shot in the throat with Missie’s laser gun. Shooting in all directions, the sisters made it to the main palace in twenty seconds with not a guard standing.
“You missed one,” the older girl casually commented to Missie.
“I’m aware,” Missie hissed. “Can we please get in now?”
“Yep. Your go.” Standing back, Ellion let her sister unsheath a laser dagger and get to work on the grate. The blade of the dagger fizzled with sparks as it rapidly cut through the metal.
Working quickly, the older girl pulled off the bars as soon as Missie was done and the two crawled through the shaft. They ended up in a garbage chute, then used strong magnet gloves to climb up through another shaft.
“Is this the kitchen?” the younger sister whispered.
“Judging by the oven and sink, I’d say yes.” Ellion slunk through the doorway into a hall. “Good thing all the servants have gone to sleep. It’s a wreck in here,” she said as she kicked someone’s coat. “Gross.”
“These parties are wild, I’ll bet.”
“Agreed.”
The duo made their way to the Lady Serifex’s room as the morning drew nearer. Ellion had been given a map by their sponsor, Lady Quill, but it was quite hard to decypher. Finally, they found the bedroom.
“Now, no punching or kicking or other messy violence,” Ellion warned her sister. The door was half open and she nudged it open the rest of the way, moving a gown away from the opening. Both girls readied their guns just in case and slipped into the room.
Clothes, food, wine, and various other objects were scattered over the floor. Nearly gagging from a terrible smell, Ellion hopped over the potentially loud items and beckoned her sister to the curtained bed. Missie grinned as she followed.
Gently, the older girl drew the curtain back.
There lay the Lady Serifex in all her afterparty glory--her gown ripped, makeup running, and face stained with what looked like jelly. Her tongue stuck out and she snored. Missie made a face. “Disgusting,” she muttered, not worried about the Lady waking. “She’s out like a rock.”
“Indeed. May I have the honor…?” Ellion questioned.
“Be my guest.”
Smiling, Ellion placed her gun hovering over the Lady’s temple. “Sleep tight,” she whispered, her hand tightening on the trigger.
---------*giggles* see what I mean??!!! I totally wanna write more adventures with this two! Oh, that I could write differently…
Wahoo!
Whatcha think?
See ya soon!
~~zoë wingfeather
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