A story I thought of, I decided to write it down. At the same time, I wanted to get some tips on creative writing. Do not attempt to pass this off as your own work, I took a very long time in thinking this out. If you want to share this work, copy the site address, and not the writing.
Entitled: Remnants of the Hashshashin
Chapter 1: The Nameless Assassin
The cold, dark and yet silent night. Without it, nocturnal animals would not be nocturnal anymore. Without it, the sun would shine twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. But that is not all to it. Many secrets surround the night. Its hosts the most cruel Murderers, the most heartless assassins, and also the most cold-blooded bounty hunters. Conspirators hide in fear of what the night holds for them. The government fear the rebels hiding in the night. Guards patrolled the deserted streets, keeping a close look-out for anything suspicious. Word has been going round of a skilled assassin in town. He was feared by people of all walks of life, the officials, the conspirators, the civilians, and even the fiercest of brutes. He had no name. He was feared for he skill to use anything as a weapon, from poison to the dagger, sometimes even using everyday utensils, such as forks and hoes. He caught the eye of the leader of the assassin’s order, but however, no one was able to contact him. He only appeared when the time was right, he hides in plain sight. He was also able to impersonate most people easily, and on one occasion, he sneaked in as a palace guard and successfully escaping after killing his target.
He had no name. He had not been addressed by name ever since the day his family was killed. Its been ten years of killing corrupt government officials, doges and the men who were behind the death of his family. Silently, he approached his target. The target was stabbed, and the poison on the dagger entered the veins of his target. He slowly left the scene, as if nothing had happened. The target felt faint, and suddenly, he went berserk, and slowly, he fell to the ground, dead. As quickly as possible, he left the area, and as quickly as he left, he went back into hiding…
“He is talented. I’ve been watching him for years now. I was hoping i could recruit him, but no one seems to know who he is.” The leader of the assassin’s order, Alonzo da Venezia, said to his men. He had been watching the death of the politician by the hands of the unknown assassin. “My brothers, he is one of us, I hope for him to join our order. The first man to make him join our order, gets a promotion!” He dispersed his men, and then went to search for this assassin himself.
The nameless assassin then went on his search, for the man who was responsible for the death of his family. He had searched, killed the many people who were responsible. But until now, he had not found who had been truly responsible for the death of his family. One after another, he was on a wild goose chase. But alas, he had found the man who had killed his family. Ten years of hunting the men responsible. He had finally found the mastermind behind the whole thing. Pope Alexander VI, also known as Rodrigo Borgia, had been the mastermind, the one who was funding and supporting all operations that were carried out by his corrupt officials.
He spent days preparing, making his disguise, he had planned to sneak in as a papal guard. He had also had a few concealed daggers, which were easily accessible and well hidden. Alonzo was still searching for him, but he had no luck on locating the latter. He was about to give up, when he saw a papal guard that was patrolling the streets alone. He thought it was strange, as papal guards usually patrol in groups. He decided to follow the guard, which was the disguised assassin.
End of chapter 1.
Chapter 2 has been published! Click here to read it!
Special Thanks to Jun Jie for pointing out my mistake on line 5, it has been fixed already.
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