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The Twilight Hour
It was so dark, the cell I was in had no windows; even though I had lived in perpetual twilight for my entire existence, this darkness was unbearable to me. I had only a brief moment to gaze at my temporary holding place before the door had slammed shut behind me; silencing the cool light I had known out, for what now seems like forever. I had somehow waded to the back of the room; the small square room, solid in its design, without any familiar glowing runes to guide me I was lost; lost in the evil of eternal night. When I had finally felt the smooth wall I let my back feel the cold stone, then I slid down, my hair tangling and becoming a pillow behind me. I had grabbed my knees and pulled them up to my chest, constricting my breasts and my breathing.
It was so dark.
How long had I been sitting here? In fear of the guards coming to take me away for my punishment; I had not seen the cliff, I had not had time to shout out for my friend to avoid it, it was not
Alexandra's Final Decision
Once again Alexandra rode on horse back; her own rigid back against her master moving chest, his was breath heavy on her face, a comfort to her. Her eyes were closed as she faded in and out of a heretic sleep. The boat ride had been long and she had barely gotten any sleep at all, all except for the meeting with Girolamo Fracastoro, it had been very uneventful Alexandra had been bored staring at watching the waves crash against the boat, time had moved very slowly and many weeks past as they traveled back to their home; but now even though she was on one of hell's beasts; the very fact she was on dry ground made her feel secure. Opening her eyes a sliver she stared up at the man who directed the very animal she hated. Ezio's face was stern; his mouth was a tight line, his eyebrows were pushed together in an expression that seemed to be one of worry. But what had this great Assassin so worried? The horse loped over a beam of wood Alexandra didn't kno
Paintings like the Lisa
Dark, dank, smelly; some of the few things that the docks were; and Alexandra was standing by the ship that had brought them to the great city of Venice, along with the many thieves that lurked around the area. She was not at all comfortable. While standing a against the wall she tugged up her hood, as if it would protect her from any glares or looks she would gain from the passing people. In the background the sound of lapping water and raising voices distracted her; there were so many people. Alexandra could not find the one man who had told her to remain were she stood. Shifting she stood as straight as she could, then began to walk briskly into the crowd. Listening to orders where not her strong suit. Within the labyrinth of streets lead her to a stall of fish, no one attended it, flies flew lazily around the deceased animals. Pausing Alexandra's caught a glimpse of the man she was looking for. He was talking to a brightly dressed painter, but the
Blunders a Many
Alexandra stood on the training grounds as the sun rose. She was still dressed in the grab she was the night before. She raked her hands through her hair. Trying to comprehend what it would be like for her first day of training. Nothing had been explained to her the night before; she had fallen asleep and had been woken by Ezio, who had told her to go outside and wait for him. Now the sun rose slowly, its warmth not touching Alexandra until it peeked over the wall of Monteriggioni. Its rays splashed against her face, closing her eyes she let out a breezy sigh. Her heart was beating like crazy; it almost hurt. Alexandra heard footsteps approaching her; she knew who it was, even before he spoke.
"Are you ready?" Ezio asked as he came to stand behind her. She continued to stare ahead of her before turning to look at him, finding that in his arms there was a white cloak. He held it out. "From Niccolò." Ezio said with a grin. Alexandra gazed at the mesh of whi
Alexandra stared at the impending villa. Ezio's arms were still around her as he directed the horse towards the barn in the back. Once there he swung off and held out his arms for her to come down, she clutched the sattle as she slowly descended into his arms, he caught her and nearly ripped her away from the horse to set her on the ground. Then dusting her off he grabbed her hand to drag her toward the large castle like house. Once inside Alexandra was stunned by the white of the house, it wasn't like anything from the game. Ezio still had her by the hand as he trudged up the stairs and into a lavish room with a large bed and a woman who sat praying with her eyes closed oblivious to them enter and moving noisily though. She looked up at Ezio's cloaked head, wondering what expression he had on at the moment. Alexandra wasn't prepared when he took a sharp turn; it hurt her arm as he pulled her. They came to a ladder and began to climb it; heights were not Alex
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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