REVIVAL by Nick Venom (the red fox clan txt) đ
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Zaken laid his back against the cellâs stained wall. He bent his knees, resting his forearms on them. What a day! He thought, taking one of his hands and letting it explore through his messy black hair. His hair was short but long enough for it to fall to the bottom of his ears. Unlike his peers, he didnât have his hair shaved off - as long hair gave pursuers a greater chance of tracking them.
He dropped his hand back in place, looking up at the window towering above him. It had been barricaded with some new boards, squashing moonlight from entering but missed some spots. A few glints of moonlight escaped through.
Zaken shifted his body, his legs straining while his hands moved to his pockets. He sifted through them but found nothing useful. His weapons had been confiscated by Mind and the Royal Guards.
âGuess itâs my time,â He thought out loud. âI wonder whatâll it be.â
You should fix that bad habit of yours, youâll end up dead by remaining solo. Sierraâs words of wisdom had fallen deaf on his ears. Instead of listening to his superior and waiting for reinforcements, heâd gone and acted rashly. He was an idiot.
âI wonder how theyâre treating him, he should be getting his punishment for my capture soon. I⊠I actually feel pretty bad for him - getting stuck with my antics, anyway.â Zaken let out a small laugh, filled with more genuineness than he had experienced recently.
The door leading to the cellblock opened up, the squeaky hinges alerting Zaken. He looked at the iron door that contained him, waiting for the person to arrive. The footsteps neared him, lighter than he was expecting. Torturer? The king? Wait⊠it canât be herâŠ?
The iron door swung open, revealing the blonde princess that he had saved days earlier. She walked into the room, the door swinging close behind her; a guard peered in to ensure her safety.
The princess strolled closer to Zaken, her blonde pigtails moving from side to side. Her pale face, a shade darker than usual due to the dim lighting, smiled at him. Zaken noticed that she had a small pointed nose compared to his squashed round nose. He also noticed that her face was devoid of scars and blemishes. Her skin was brand new, not stained and scarred like Zakenâs face. His face had seen the brunt of his wounds, scars under his eyes, over his eyes, over his top lip, under his bottom lip, his cheeks, and a large scar horizontally across his forehead.
The petite princess stopped a few feet in front of Zaken, against the guardâs wishes. âWhat do you want?â Zaken grumbled.
âYou.â She responded without hesitation. âI want you to become my personal Royal Assassin.â
Zaken jerked his head back, flabbergasted. This girl wants me as her personal assassin? Sheâs crazy! He shook his head. âIâm not fit to become a Royal Assassin.â
âThen Iâll make you fit for the position.â She responded quickly.
Zaken chuckled softly. âYou really donât get it. I want nothing with the Crown.â
Mary Jane jerked her head back. âWhy not? I can help you be pardoned for your crimes and youâll live a well-off life.â She told him. âWhy donât you want that?â
Zaken shook his head, rising to his feet. Mary Jane backed away a few feet as the guard entered the cell. Zaken, now standing, stared deeply into Mary Janeâs eyes. âThe Crown isnât any better than any assassin organizations. They watch as their citizens are slaughtered. No! They watch us with glee. Like weâre some kind of show.â He spat in her face, turning away from her. âLeave.â
Mary Jane nodded, wiping the spit off her face. He has something buried in his heart. I need to unlock it and cleanse it, then heâll become my personal assassin. She thought.
With the guard in tow, she left the cell block. Zaken remained in his cell, looking away from the iron door. His eyebrows were furrowed as he stared at the blank wall. If she believes Iâll ever join the Crown⊠then sheâs as childish as she looks.
***
âRun Zaken!â Zakenâs mother, a black-haired beauty, shouted. Zaken was being held by his uncle, being torn away from his parents. In front of Zaken were his parents fighting against the beings that the ground spewed out. Demons - thatâs what they were being declared as.
Zaken couldnât understand what the beings were or what âdemonâ meant. All he cared about was his parents, his arms outstretched towards them. However, his uncle grabbed his body and dragged him away.
The young Zaken watched with tears in his eyes as his parents, as well as every person in his small village, were torn apart by the demons.
âWe have to go!â His uncle shouted. He glanced over his shoulder and noticed that a demon was close on their heels. He moved Zaken in front of him, giving him a hard push that moved him forward and not towards the ground. Zaken stumbled for a few seconds before regaining his balance. He turned around to stare at his uncle, who shouted at him to escape. Zaken nodded, something inside him telling him that he should run. He listened to the voice, running away from the demons and his uncle. All he heard behind him were loud snaps and his uncleâs cries as he fled from the demons, eventually escaping. The demons didnât chase him after a certain point. They appeared to be stuck within a certain boundary.
Even so, Zaken wasnât happy to be alive. His family was killed in mere seconds and he was now by himself. Nobody in his village escaped but him. He was on his own.
Zaken moved away, heading deeper into the territory of the Tourkon Kingdom. He learned from passing villages and towns that the Crown decided to not release relief supplies or position their companies to fight against the demons. They simply allowed the demons to co-exist with them.
Zaken headed towards the capital, unsure of his reasoning but sure of his destination. However, he wasnât able to reach it with the few supplies he had. Fortunately, he was picked up, halfway towards the capital, by a man in a bluish-black cloak. He extended his hand to the wandering kid.
âDo you want to come with me? My profession isnât easy, but youâll have a purpose.â
Zaken hesitated, unsure of trusting a complete stranger, but the hesitance didnât last for long. He nodded his head at the man, who he later found out was named Firespy, and shook his head. âPlease let me come with you.â
Zaken had become an assassin under the Order since then - long after Firespyâs untimely death. It was the only thing that he treasured. He had a purpose in life and that was more than enough for him.
Unfortunately, everybody loses what they treasure.
***
âMan, havenât you seen better days.â A man remarked, appearing in front of him. It was a rank 1 assassin known by his code name of Deadeye. He had a sniper in his grip, pointing the barrel at Zaken.
A small smile crept over Zakenâs face. âNice to see you again, Eye.â
Deadeye didnât take off his hood, his emotions being masked under it, but Zaken could tell he was smiling. âSurprised to see you in this state.â
âIf anybodyâs surprised, itâs me.â He glanced at the iron door before turning his focus on Deadeye. âIâm assuming they put a hit on me already? Donât worry though, I havenât said a word.â
âGood, you were taught well,â Deadeye said.
âAlways was.â
âIâll make sure people remember your name,â Deadeye said.
Zaken shook his head. âSomeone like me? Itâs better that you forget me.â
âMaybe so, but thereâs someone who wonât. Anyways, the guards will show soon, so I have to make this quick. You wouldnât mind?â He rhetorically asked. He didnât care for Zakenâs permission to kill him, using the question more as a joke than anything.
âGo ahead, I get youâre on a strict timer.â Zaken closed his eyes, waiting for the bullet to enter his brain and destroy it. Soon heâll be with his family. He already lost his identity as an assassin, so this was the only proper fate for him. Death.
TBCâŠ
âLetâs hope you have a better shot at life the second time around.â Deadeye pressed the barrel against Zakenâs forehead. He couldnât miss at this distance.
âStop with the script talk, hurry up and finish the job.â
âMan, you make this job a lot less fun than itâs supposed to be. Usually, my targets are always begging for their lives or asking me to spare their children. Itâs always funny to see their reactions when I kill their children first.â
âHurry up Eye,â Zaken grumbled, now annoyed that his death was being stretched out. âThe guards will be here soon.â
âI know, I know, I know. I was hoping to get a better reaction from you, thatâs all.â Deadeye laid his finger against the trigger. âWell, goodbye.â
Zaken kept his eyes closed, waiting for the sweet release of death to overtake him. However, it never arrived, forcing him to open his eyes and see what happened. In front of him were a corpse and a new assassin. The corpse of Deadeye was laying in front of him, his blood already gushing out of him. A female assassin hovered over Deadeyeâs corpse, staring at Zaken.
âYouâre wishing for death?â She questioned.
Zaken tilted his head, recognizing her voice. âOh, so itâs you. Well⊠yeah I am.â
âWhy?â She asked.
Zaken motioned to his surroundings. âThe Crown captured me. Iâm now a prisoner, not an assassin.â
âI could help you.â She took off her hood, exposing herself. She had hair the color of milk, flowing down to her waist. She was in the rare minority of assassins with long hair.
She had a ghost-pale-skinned face that was almost clear of blemishes. Her face was near perfect, except for a single scar over her right eye.
She wore a black cloak like the other normal assassins, shedding her hood for a few moments. âWhy are you giving up?â She asked him.
Zaken shrugged his shoulders. âThereâs nothing else for me. My parents, my uncle, my mentor, my girlfriend, and my job. Everything went down the drain.â He coldly remarked.
The girl shook her head. âI didnât give up on you. I only needed you to mature and regain your aspirations.â
âWhat aspirations? The ones I had before my family were killed? Theyâve been long dead, Liz.â
âThey never died. Unless youâre saying our conversations were for nothing?â She tilted her head. âYou told me that you have aspirations and goals. You wanted to leave behind the assassin life and live a normal life with me. You wanted to become an assassin and raise a family. What happened to that?â
Zaken bit his lip, scowling at her. âTheyâre gone.â
Liz
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