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Chpt 4 The Master Assassin Pt I
FLASHBACK
Sara, Master Assassin for the Guild of Assassins stood before her brethren. 30 wizards, all adorned in blood red robes and wearing black mask stood with their knives drawn. They were in an elaborate ceremony hall that was centuries old.
“Brothers” intoned Sara. “We begin the “Cleansing of the Knives “ceremony to insure that our daggers always strike home. By the blood of your fellow assassin, so shall the blade remain true to you. But if your brother dies, so too shall you.”
The assassins paired off and slipped their knifes to the hilt in some part of their partners. They then withdrew the blade and licked the blood off. The knives were immediately replaced back into their sheaths. Assassin daggers were special. It you withdrew one out of the sheath, it demanded blood.
This ceremony happened twice a year and she always watched it with interest. It was hard to let someone slip a blade into you and remain still and silent. Because you could potentially cause your own death, most of her assassins went to Muggle University to medical school to learn about the human body and many where the equivalent of a muggle doctor, though most let their certification slip. She did not however and often lectured as a visiting professor; teaching muggle anatomy. There had not been a death from this ceremony in 5 years, so that was saying something about this batch of the brotherhood.
It was now her turn. Her Master knife did not need this ceremony as it was always encased in her blood. For her, she was to select out one assassin and have their blade thrust into her. It helped link the assassins to their master.
All assassins knew only the guild name of their brother assassins, but not their face. It was part of the secrecy and protection of the Guild. Only the master knew each assassin looks, and no one knew of their masters look.
Who to choose? She mentally reflected over each of her assassins. Ah, the newest one will do. It would do him good to be shown trust. A lot of the other assassins did not care for him. Hopefully after this, one would take him under their wing before he got killed, or worse caught. The Guild knew she was choosy in her selection for this ceremony.
“Travis, step forward.” Sarah barked.
The assassin stepped forward.
“Cleanse your blade with my blood and link our Guild together!” She intoned.
He expertly slipped the knife between the kidney and the spleen and held it there, her blood leaking from the wound.
Just then the door to the ceremony hall slammed open with a bang.
What the hell? Sarah thought while concentrating on the knife still within her.
Travis looked at her, waiting for permission to withdraw the blade. She nodded.
He slipped the blade out, licked it clean and replaced it in his sheath.
As no one was allowed to heal themselves until the ceremony was over and they were out of the hall they just stood there, pools of blood forming on the floor.
Sarah moved passed the assassins, in full Master mode. “Who dare intrudes on the sanctity of our guild? Surely you are risking certain death. None who enter uninvited ever leave.”
A wizard strode forward wearing black robes. “My name is Dolohov and I am an emissary for the great Lord Voldemort. He has learned of your guild and wishes to enlist your allegiance to ensure a pure-blood, muggle free society! I am here to offer that whatever desire or wish can be fulfilled if you lend your service to our cause. Witches, power, money. Anything.”
“The guild has never, and will ever give their allegiance over to someone or something. We remain true to ourselves, as we have for centuries.”
The brotherhood agreed with their Master.
“Who are you wizards to have your decision made by a witch? All guilds have wizards as their Master. You would do well and kill this witch." pointing his finger toward Sara "And join the Dark Lord!” Dolohov finished. “Maybe, I should report back that you are not the wizards that we need, that you a whipped by a witch!”
At this the brotherhood began to shout angrily, defending their manhood.
“SILENCE!!!” shouted Sara.
“Dolohov, your message has been delivered. Your intrusion upon our Brotherhood is not appreciated and for that, you will die!” She stated without emotion, slipping her knife out of her forearm and sending it to Dolohov. It hit his throat, slicing the windpipe. It took several minutes for him to die as they stood looking down at the body.
“Master, look at this!” said Jacobs. The oldest and longest serving assassin of the guild had been examining Dolohov’s body. He pointed to the left forearm. A tattoo of a snake and skull stood dark against the flesh, moving and twitching.
Sara grabbed her knife out Dolohovs throat and sliced off the tattoo.
“Bootstray and Slightly! Take care of your Sergeant at Arms duty. Ward the entrance and stand to defend, and not to let anyone enter or leave. Everyone else to the main meeting room and heal yourselves. I will find out what is going on.”
The assassins silently exited and headed for the meeting hall as their master stormed out of the room.
Sara, Master Assassin for the Guild of Assassins stood before her brethren. 30 wizards, all adorned in blood red robes and wearing black mask stood with their knives drawn. They were in an elaborate ceremony hall that was centuries old.
“Brothers” intoned Sara. “We begin the “Cleansing of the Knives “ceremony to insure that our daggers always strike home. By the blood of your fellow assassin, so shall the blade remain true to you. But if your brother dies, so too shall you.”
The assassins paired off and slipped their knifes to the hilt in some part of their partners. They then withdrew the blade and licked the blood off. The knives were immediately replaced back into their sheaths. Assassin daggers were special. It you withdrew one out of the sheath, it demanded blood.
This ceremony happened twice a year and she always watched it with interest. It was hard to let someone slip a blade into you and remain still and silent. Because you could potentially cause your own death, most of her assassins went to Muggle University to medical school to learn about the human body and many where the equivalent of a muggle doctor, though most let their certification slip. She did not however and often lectured as a visiting professor; teaching muggle anatomy. There had not been a death from this ceremony in 5 years, so that was saying something about this batch of the brotherhood.
It was now her turn. Her Master knife did not need this ceremony as it was always encased in her blood. For her, she was to select out one assassin and have their blade thrust into her. It helped link the assassins to their master.
All assassins knew only the guild name of their brother assassins, but not their face. It was part of the secrecy and protection of the Guild. Only the master knew each assassin looks, and no one knew of their masters look.
Who to choose? She mentally reflected over each of her assassins. Ah, the newest one will do. It would do him good to be shown trust. A lot of the other assassins did not care for him. Hopefully after this, one would take him under their wing before he got killed, or worse caught. The Guild knew she was choosy in her selection for this ceremony.
“Travis, step forward.” Sarah barked.
The assassin stepped forward.
“Cleanse your blade with my blood and link our Guild together!” She intoned.
He expertly slipped the knife between the kidney and the spleen and held it there, her blood leaking from the wound.
Just then the door to the ceremony hall slammed open with a bang.
What the hell? Sarah thought while concentrating on the knife still within her.
Travis looked at her, waiting for permission to withdraw the blade. She nodded.
He slipped the blade out, licked it clean and replaced it in his sheath.
As no one was allowed to heal themselves until the ceremony was over and they were out of the hall they just stood there, pools of blood forming on the floor.
Sarah moved passed the assassins, in full Master mode. “Who dare intrudes on the sanctity of our guild? Surely you are risking certain death. None who enter uninvited ever leave.”
A wizard strode forward wearing black robes. “My name is Dolohov and I am an emissary for the great Lord Voldemort. He has learned of your guild and wishes to enlist your allegiance to ensure a pure-blood, muggle free society! I am here to offer that whatever desire or wish can be fulfilled if you lend your service to our cause. Witches, power, money. Anything.”
“The guild has never, and will ever give their allegiance over to someone or something. We remain true to ourselves, as we have for centuries.”
The brotherhood agreed with their Master.
“Who are you wizards to have your decision made by a witch? All guilds have wizards as their Master. You would do well and kill this witch." pointing his finger toward Sara "And join the Dark Lord!” Dolohov finished. “Maybe, I should report back that you are not the wizards that we need, that you a whipped by a witch!”
At this the brotherhood began to shout angrily, defending their manhood.
“SILENCE!!!” shouted Sara.
“Dolohov, your message has been delivered. Your intrusion upon our Brotherhood is not appreciated and for that, you will die!” She stated without emotion, slipping her knife out of her forearm and sending it to Dolohov. It hit his throat, slicing the windpipe. It took several minutes for him to die as they stood looking down at the body.
“Master, look at this!” said Jacobs. The oldest and longest serving assassin of the guild had been examining Dolohov’s body. He pointed to the left forearm. A tattoo of a snake and skull stood dark against the flesh, moving and twitching.
Sara grabbed her knife out Dolohovs throat and sliced off the tattoo.
“Bootstray and Slightly! Take care of your Sergeant at Arms duty. Ward the entrance and stand to defend, and not to let anyone enter or leave. Everyone else to the main meeting room and heal yourselves. I will find out what is going on.”
The assassins silently exited and headed for the meeting hall as their master stormed out of the room.