The Assassin
Author: Phoenix Heart

Chapter 3
Chapter II

Chapter II

The next morning, I woke up before Diana did and slipped out early to go to the Holy Church. I couldn’t sleep. My mind was plagued by the faces of that family.

     I got to the Holy Church and sat down in the study. There was a piece of parchment on the table and I grabbed it. I opened it up and recognized it as a target notification. It was assigned to me and I looked at the name of the target.

     The target’s name was Diana Estevez, my Diana. I read it over three more times and then ran off toward the Cathedral, pushing past Rook along the way.

     I stormed into the Cathedral of the Holy Church and grabbed Padre by the front of his collar and slammed him against a wall with my Gauntlet. I held the piece of parchment depicting my assignment in my other hand.

“What is the meaning of this!?” I questioned him.

“Ramón, you’re choking me,” Padre responded.

     I released him and put the parchment into his face.

“Tell me why my beloved is on the hit list!” I ordered him.

“She confessed her disbelief in God; therefore, by the law of the Holy Church, she must be eliminated,” Padre said nonchalantly.

“No, I refuse to let this happen,” I said.

“You’d turn your back on God, the Holy Church, for a mere woman?” Padre asked me.

“She is no mere woman, and I refuse to kill her!” I responded strongly.

“Ramón, this assignment; though originally for you, is now for Rook,” Padre said.

     My eyes widened in realization and I ran out of the Cathedral.


I got to my home in the matter of minutes, but it was already too late. She laid there on the bed; her eyes still open, with a bloody wound on her chest and back, staining her white dress that she was going to where today. Rook stood there, cleaning the blood off of his saber. He just smiled at me.

“You bastard, I’ll send you to hell!” I shouted, tackling him out the window.

     We fell two stories onto the top of a passing carriage. The driver reared his horses back to turn and see what had just happened. Rook immediately began trying to strangle me, but I punched him twice in the face with my Gauntlet. I then kicked him out of the side of the carriage.

“Who the hell are you!?” the large woman we both landed on asked me.

     I ignored her and went out of the carriage to kill Rook, but he was already gone.

     I fired the grappling hook to propel me back to my home. I collapsed to the ground and held Diana in my arms.

“No!” I cried out.

     She stared at me with blank eyes, so I closed them, and cried out in aguish.


That night, a storm rolled in and I was standing on the roof of my home, looking up at the sky. Diana’s body was taken by the doctors to be buried.

“God, I know you can hear me! Why did you let them kill her!? Come one, damn it, tell me! I was a good man, she was a good woman! Why did you take her!?” I shouted up into the heavens.

     A bolt of lightning cackled through the sky and was followed by a boom of thunder.

     I immediately took off in a run across the rooftops toward the Holy Church. I charged in and slammed Padre up against the wall and extended the blade from my Gauntlet right next to his face.

“Give me a reason why I shouldn’t kill you,” I growled at him.

“Ramón, you took an oath to the Holy Church, if you break it, you will be an enemy,” Padre said.

“Is that all you care about? Your church? I’m holding a blade next to your face!” I snapped at him.

“I am not afraid of your blade, or you, Ramón. I am only afraid of His divine wrath,” Padre said.

“Yeah? Well you should be afraid of me,” I growled, bringing my arm to get ready to stab him in the face.

     Rook suddenly appeared and grabbed my arm. He threw me down the aisle of the Cathedral. He drew his saber and smirked.

“How far, you have fallen, Ramón,” Rook growled.

     I stood to my feet, but another assassin appeared and swiftly kicked my legs out from under me. She stood over me with twin daggers in her hand. She had brown hair that hid one of her eyes and wore a hooded cloak to hide her face. Her name was Shadow.

     I stood back to my feet immediately as the other assassins appeared. I was surrounded.

“I’m done,” I said, turning my back to them.

“Kill him,” Padre said to Rook.

“Gladly,” Rook replied.

     He walked forward and towered over me. He raised his saber to deliver a kill strike, but I stabbed my Gauntlet’s blade into his arm and kicked him squarely in the chest. Before anyone else could respond, I fired my Gauntlet’s grappling hook out of the Holy Church and it grabbed onto a passing carriage. It immediately began pulling me away from them all.

     I pulled out my crossbow and fired an arrow, striking an assassin running after me in the throat. He fell over, clutching the shaft of the arrow as he bled out in the matter of seconds.

     My grappling hook then slipped off of the carriage and I fell to the ground. The assassins were running at me and I stood to my feet. I knew I couldn’t fight them all and I would surely die trying. I closed my eyes for one last prayer before death would be handed to me.

     Suddenly the entire area became engulfed in smoke and I felt a pair of hands grab me and lead me away as the assassins began blindly sifting through the thick smoke. I was led away from them all by the stranger and was then pushed down an entrance into the underground catacombs beneath the city. I landed without harm as the stranger covered the entrance and climbed down the ladder steps.

“Who are you!?” I growled, readying a blade.

     The stranger stepped into the limited light of a torch hanging off the wall. The stranger was wearing a cowl that hid most of the face; accept for the eyes. The stranger unwrapped the cowl and revealed to me that the stranger was a woman. She had auburn-colored hair and green eyes.

“Who are you?” I asked the woman, aiming my blade at her head.

“God is this how you thank someone who just saved you?” she asked me.

“I don’t know you, I have the right to be wary,” I responded.

“Fair enough, the name is Ali,” the woman said, holding her hand out right next to my blade as if it wasn’t even there.

“Why did you help me?” I asked her, ignoring her outstretched hand.

“Alright, not polite… come on,” Ali said, walking deeper into the catacombs.

     I stood there and watched her before she turned back to me.

“Follow me and I will answer all of your questions,” Ali said.

     I kept my crossbow aimed at the back of her head. She knew I was doing this, but she was unperturbed. She was a strange woman indeed.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked her.

“To a safe place, where neither the Church nor the assassins can reach,” Ali responded.

“What kind of safe place?” I asked her.

“A safe one, duh,” she responded like I was an imbecile.

“Don’t pester me, little girl, I will not hesitate to fire an arrow through your skull,” I threatened her.

“Yeah, yeah,” she responded, waving away my threat like it was some common bug.

     I growled, but didn’t pull the trigger to my crossbow. I kept it aimed at the back of her head and followed deep into the catacomb’s labyrinth.

“What was that smoke?” I asked Ali.

     She stopped and turned to me. She pulled the sleeve to her cloak back on one arm and revealed some strange mechanism attached to her arm and hand. She squeezed a trigger that hung in her palm and it shot smoke from holes by her knuckles.

“What is that?” I asked her.

“Science,” she said.

     I narrowed my eyes at her. She turned and kept walking.

“I know what you’re thinking, assassin,” Ali said to me.

“No, you don’t,” I said.

“You think that I’m some damned nonbeliever. Trust me, I believe in God. He’s up there watching over the good and waiting to put His judgment upon everyone else. I just don’t believe that He created all of this in the time the Bible says he did. I am fascinated with Darwin’s Theory of Evolution. Understand me, assassin, I would not be telling you this if I knew that you’d kill me in a moment’s notice,” Ali said.

     I just nodded. Ali nodded as well and turned and continued leading me down the catacombs.


We soon reached a hidden bunker beneath the city where I saw what must’ve been a thousand people crowded within it.

“What is this?” I asked Ali.

“This is home for all of us who have lost friends and family to you assassins, this is The Resistance,” Ali responded.



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