The night had turned quiet and the city grew back to its soft slumber state. The gas lamps flutter alone as moths gathered attached to it. Ever since curfew had started in Garlin, the streets were empty and the wind danced alone in the spring air. The stars barely came out ever since Garlin became more modern, only a few sprinkled across the dark sky. No moon in sight.
Elisha White leaned on the chimney of the person's house they were assigned for. She held out her long sword and sliced through the air back and forth swiftly. She pushed her curly strands back as her arm continued its swift movements.
"Careful," a deep, soft voice warned in front of her.
She looks up from her lashes and smirks, her lips slowly parting. She lowered her sword and raised a single eyebrow, "Of what?"
The young man steps towards her. He was standing on the edge of the roof, coming from the window bellow. He had blood on he's face and on he's bare arms. He only wore a shirt that had cut sleeves exposing he's muscular lean arms, and a long black cape that had a hood. He's hood however was drawn, revealing he's breathtaking face. Beautiful, soft, silky hair. Striking hard gold eyes. And full lips that were always set in a smirk. He's body was structured in a lean way, though if he flexed any of he's body part, hard muscles peeked out.
Her golden boy.
"Of hurting me." He looks down at her, "You wouldn't want to hurt me."
She laughs, staring up at he's gold eyes, "You and I both know I couldn't possibly touch you with your gift of speed."
He grins and pulled he's long sword, almost slicing her breasts. She rolled her eyes as he took out a handkerchief and started to wipe the blood off from the silver metal.
"Is it done?" she questions.
"Of course," he replies not looking at her, "We always get it done and yet you still ask the same question."
"I like to be sure," she stretched her arms, her sword almost slicing his cheek, he glances up and gave her a look, "It's good to get back into the field."
He nods looking back at his sword that hadn't done much progress on getting cleaned, "Of course."
She stops smiling, "You don't seem too excited."
He stuck out he's sword and observed it, blood dripped from it slowly, "I'm excited."
"Is it because of the girl?"
"If you're taking about the Princess investigating, then of course."
"Of course," she murmurs, "Of course she had no effect on you."
His eyes turned to her, "Are you perhaps jealous she's very close on figuring things out?"
She scoffs, "Absolutely not. I only fear she would mess everything that we worked for."
His eyes looked away from her, and he went back rubbing the cotton piece on the metal, "I think this would be interesting"
"How is this all interesting? Suddenly we were killing everyone with no reasons given, and now this would be our last kill as we are forming a group." She crossed her arms, "Isn't this all a little confusing. What is Mr. Leonard possibly thinking?"
"To save Garlin." He answered with no hesitation, "Mr. Leonard didn't kill the whole Judas group for nothing."
"Only a few were left I heard."
"Of course. They are important." He gave his sword one last look and tuck it back into its sheath, "Besides, in all this, I won't be losing anything if something were to go wrong." He stepped back to the edge of the roof ready to jump.
A painful reminder.
And he knew it was painful for her.
"Of course." She murmured.
"Of course." And quietly and swiftly, he jumped.
Emmett held out the paper to Emerelda in the morning. She took it with tired eyes and read the title. "The Midnight Assassin Killed Von Long Last Night!"
This woke her up. She read the details and confirmed that indeed it was the Midnight Assassin's and not those who were trying to frame them both with their horrible killing ways. A slice on their throat, few blood left behind, no traces.
"Dear lord." She whispers, "I thought Mr. Leonard had them in control."
"Yes, but we don't have Mr. Leonard in control." Emmett sighs, "With a name like that, even I wouldn't mind a little slice." He replied with a tired voice.
She rolled her eyes at that, "We're meeting with him today, I'm sure he has an explanation on why he went on a killing spree."
"Hopefully,"
And he didn't seem too hopeful.
Emerelda wore a cotton dress shirt tucked into trousers. She pulled her boots up and picked up the backer boy cap from the bathroom floor. It was something Emmett had given her a few moments ago.
"For you." He had bowed holding the black velvet cap to her.
"What is this?" she had asked.
"Something I had found and thought it would have suited you."
She had made a face, "Thank you?"
"Your very welcome." And he had closed the bedroom door.
She placed the delicate cap onto her head. She looked almost foolish in men clothing, though she looked rather nice as well. Her freckles stood out the most. She remembers refusing to wear any powder back at the Palace; she hated the idea of things on her face. The corset and heavy dresses were enough.
When she stepped out of the room and Emmett looked at her up and down. He smirks, "How lavishing you look."
She rolled her eyes, "Let's go, shall we?"
And they head out. Out the forest, and into the city, to the carriage that had a driver waiting for them. It was the same driver who drove them to the funeral. It was one of a butler Mr. Thomas sent for her. He had felt sorry on the day of the funeral and sent a letter to Elliot who had came all the way to the cottage and informed them. Today, Mr. Thomas again sent them the carriage as only he and the driver knew where they were to go. Emmett had no idea, and it was reliving she wasn't the only one.
They sat in the carriage in silent again and Emerelda looked out the small carriage window. They left the busy town, and into the large properties and mansions owned by Nobles. Soon the mansions had grown larger into manors, and they passed the Apostles manors. Half hour later, they started passing manors that were long forgotten.
They stopped.
The manor ahead was a dead property. The grass long, the gates old. The manor all dark standing tall and pale, the white color of it turning into the color of ash. Emmett frowned and thought 'This looks strangely…familiar?' Emerelda found this interesting.
They got down from the carriage and the driver didn't hesitate, he pulled the reigns and the horses and carriage left the property. Emmett and Emerelda looked at each other and soon started off the large property. They walked and walked to the front doors and finally arrived the door that looked as if it hadn't been open since Emerelda was born. Emmett banged a fist on the wood and after a few moments the door creaked open.
A young man had opened the door, with hair so gold. It looked like the gold worn by ladies for jewelry. When Emerelda saw he's face, she gasped.
He had the same face like Emmett.