Life Begins Anew

Chapter 6: The Master Assassin part II

FLASHBACK CONTINUES

Sara walked into her personal office and forcefully sank down into her chair, glaring at the flap of skin. Great. Just when things get a little tolerable, this rabble comes up. She sighed. It has been so long since she had used him in this fashion. There was no avoiding it. She needed answers quickly.

“My Lord DEATH” She spoke solemnly."My Guild has need of you. I ask this in the bond that you formed with the brotherhood”

A black vapor formed and there stood DEATH, robed in black and holding a scythe. “My bond is my service to the Guild of Assassins, and to the Master Assassin. What need have you of me?” DEATH formally replied.

With the formalities over, DEATH sat down in the chair across from Sara and laid his scythe across his lap and nodded toward the master dagger which was still unsheathed.

She glanced down. Laying the blade flat against her right forearm she pushed into her flesh until all you could see was the hilt of the dagger. Blood first streaming out of her arm until her flesh sealed around the dagger. She mopped up her blood with a cloth and angrily threw it across the room.

“Master Assassin. You have not formally called me out in years, which is a testament considering I was almost constantly at most of your predesessor’s sides. Why?” DEATH asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

DEATH really respected the witch, though despised her when interacting with the authority of the Guild. Other than that, they got along together quite well. DEATH knew very well the reason for the call. The prophecy was beginning.

“This” she said, tossing the flap of skin to him.

DEATH caught up the skin and examined it. The skull and snake was still writhing together as if it is still alive.

“Voldemort’s Mark.” replied DEATH. “I take it that his emissary spoke to the guild to join with him? There were rumors that he was looking for you.”

“Oh yes, he found us.” Sara answered angrily. “His emissary brought the message and everyone agreed with me that they would not join. Then he attacked their wizardhood and told them that they should kill me and join him. You have to understand the tight balance I have to maintain with them, or they would be dead. They do not realize that I cannot die.”

DEATH thought inwardly. Oh I understand Sara.

Your mother called the Peverell debt to him and bound over Sara to him to protect her and to ensure that she lived. She did not realized she had committed Sara to an immortal life, hers being entwined to him. It was worse than her calling in the assassin’s debt to the Prince family to protect Sara. The only way one does that is join the guild. They never accepted witches normally. She became an assassin in training at the age of 7. Her mother, realizing her mistake, could not call back the debt. She died 2 years later from depression and utter remorse of the hell that she put her daughter in for.

DEATH was harsh and did not like debts. DEATH would not allow Sara to heal the scars of her many deaths, and heavy scar tissue covered most her body. She would cry and cry when she was younger; hating the condition her body was getting into. After a while she just stopped.

DEATH knew that she finally accepted that this was death’s requirement for her mother’s debt. As she caused people to die, she would have to show that penance through her scars. DEATH made sure during her training that she got plenty of them.

When her mother died, DEATH took her to the other side. She thanked DEATH and handed over a prophecy. “This was written by the Peverrells centuries ago. I believe now it is related to Sara and you. Please do right by her if you think this is the case.”

Her mother walked to her after life, not looking back, as how it should be.

DEATH read the prophecy and became very excited. She was the key in destroying the guild, and releasing them both! Since then DEATH had manipulated her to this point in time.

DEATH nodded in agreement to her statement, coming back to the present. “What would you have me do?”

“If one were to deliver the “Great Lord’s” toady for maximum non-verbal impact, where would one go?” Sara asked sweetly.

DEATH grinned. Oh, she could be such a spiteful one.

“Well, I imagine one would have to go to Malfoy Manor, in Great Britain. I do believe there are 2 more of the “Great Lord’s” toadies having drinks right now.”

“Lord Death. Travel with my sergeants at arm in the task to escort dear Dolohov back to his friends. Protect them. They are to cause some mischief once the body gets back to Voldemort. They are good assassins, amongst my best. I doubt they would need your services, but I want to ensure their safety.”

“As you wish, Master Assassin” DEATH formally replied.

Sara pressed a small tattoo with an encircle MA with her wand.

Bootstray and Slightly entered the room. “I have need of your service, assassins” Sara intoned.

Both wizards knelt. “Our knives are yours” they replied in unison.

“Press your wands to my mark.” Sara commanded. Both wizards did. This is how the assassin always got their assignments. It prevented being overheard.

The wizards started to grin. This was going to be a most enjoyable assignment.

“Take this.” handing the bloody flesh bearing the Dark Mark to Bootstray. “Stuff it into Dolohovs mouth. We want to make sure that the great Lord Voldemort knows the answer from the Brotherhood.”

Both wizards chuckled. Whoever the Voldemort wizard was, he picked the wrong guild to mess with. They both rose and kissed her skull ring and exited the office.

DEATH started to fade “Look to your ranks, Master Assassin. I believe you will find a betrayer.”

Sara looked where DEATH had disappeared. She had been thinking the exact same thing.

A/N Please let me know how this story is going.