069 Working with a devil
Prompt: 069 Working with a devil
Universe: Tevin tevin_rasku
Genre(s): Action/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Theme of assassination
Word Count: 1,227
Set before he joins the rebels/is sent to join them.
Quiet, sneaky, very sneaky. You’re very sneaky, Cloak. They’ll never hear you coming!
Tevin ignored the ranting and slipped around another dark corner in the corridor. Oriofu had been getting more aggressive in his tirades, which caused a constant throbbing in Tevin’s head. Sleep had been difficult to achieve, providing yet another reason for Tevin’s irritation with Oriofu. He cleared his mind and refocused on his task - there was no time or room for error or distraction.
Third door to the left, sneak sneak! Can’t make a noise! Oriofu’s shrill tone caused Tevin to flinch. Slit the throat and sneak away! Sneak, sneak! Sharpened your knife already, haven’t we? Slick and sting, sharp sharp!
The pulsing moved forward to his temples and Tevin could not stop his eyelids from flickering. He would need to get this assassination done with quickly if he was going to keep his focus. Oriofu was giving no sign of stopping, indeed he was only getting louder and his will was strengthening.
Now was not the time for this challenge.
Feeling it now, are we? You need a nap, Cloak. Just close the eyes and we’ll do it, yes. Even leave your body intact, very nice we’ll be. How about it? You can sleep nice and long, no worrying or thinking. Trust old Oriofu to get the job done.
Tevin did not dignify Oriofu with an answer and instead put all of his focus back on the mission, checking the hallway once to make sure it was clear before proceeding to the lock and going through the small dance to unlock it. The quick jerk of his head - an exact imitation of what he had seen his target do time and time again - made Oriofu’s voice rise and fall in excitement, but the lock was undone. Tevin listened to ensure that he was still alone in the corridor and then slipped inside the room, closing the door just as silently behind himself.
It was exactly as he had imagined. The room was simple and neat, the target sound asleep in his bed. Yurun Manch had always been too sure of his own security measures. Tevin drew the long knife from the sheath and advanced on the bed. Oriofu began to scream now, his voice nearly overwhelming all of Tevin’s senses.
Too easy you idiot! You’ll get us both killed! Got to act now, right now! Kill him quick, quick! Wait any more and we’ll be dead! Dead all over again!
Tevin had opened his mouth to try and relieve some of the pressure, but the shooting pains in his skull continued. His eyes had watered in response to the pain, but even with his blurred vision and the pounding in his head Tevin could make out the shadow on the wall.
Yurun was more heavily guarded than Tevin had thought.
He spun to face his opponent, but found nothing there. Tevin sucked in a puff of air through his teeth to relieve the pain as Oriofu babbled at him again, scanning the room furiously. His eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness and there were no places for a person to hide - where was the owner of the shadow?
A dancing flicker of light caught his eye and Tevin looked to the wall expectantly. The shadow was more than it had seemed and his heart began to race. Was this a new spell he had never encountered? His tired mind told him that it was likely what Jeccem had mentioned about a legend of an ancient spell with shadow guardians, but no one had seen it in practice for generations. Tevin stepped out of the thin beam of moonlight and tried desperately to think of any spell that dealt with animate shadows. This one had a not-quite human shape to it and as it wavered back and forth the finger tips reached off of the stone wall for moments at a time.
The shadow had done him no harm yet, but its intent was easily read. It was there to keep Yurun alive, no matter what it had to do in return. No wonder the man could sleep so soundly.
Tevin grit his teeth against Oriofu’s rant and kept his eyes focused on the shadow. It bobbed the shape that would have been the head back and forth several times before moving closer to the bed. Tevin would have to move quickly if he were to reach his target before the shadow. And he still wasn’t sure what the shadow was capable of.
Dancing on the walls, don’t you see it? Pretty little thing, ready to wrap the fingers around your neck and squeeze!
Ignoring the mocking song from Oriofu, Tevin rushed to the bed with his knife drawn. Getting it through the man’s heart would be fast enough. Tevin could leave the knife there if the shadow got too close to him; he had chosen a purposefully generic model for the job.
He was moving quickly, but so was the shadow, glimpses of it flashing in each pool of light as it kept pace. Before he could reach Yurun the shadow had reached the bed and there it stopped, covering the sleeping man in a thin layer of shivering darkness. Tevin jerked the knife to a stop and watched in horror as what would be the shadow’s hands gripped the blade and began to rise along the knife.
We’ll be dead-- dead! Oriofu cheered, his shifting emotions nothing of note to Tevin. Let me fight him, please, please! I’ll give your body back nice and warm, no more than a few scratches, I swear! It’s my turn for fun, don’t deny it, Cloak! I’ve missed this kind of fun! I’ll rip him to shreds!
The shadow had reached the handle of the knife and Tevin released it too late. He could feel the tingle on his fingertips that set off Oriofu screaming again. The shadow was now more tangible than Tevin wanted to consider, incredibly long limbs clinging to his fingers. He stumbled backwards; a biting cold exploded up and down his arms as the shadow rose still higher, climbing up his arms now. Oriofu’s voice was a constant irritant, but Tevin ignored it in favor of struggling to jerk free of the shadow’s grip. Despite his efforts the shadow continued to climb up him, icy fingers wrapping around his neck and leaving Tevin with no recourse for his defense.
I can kill him, let me do it, let me! Oriofu laughed. Just a quick spell and he’ll be gone, gone!
Tevin tried to cry out but only felt the grip on his throat, his body going numb as he collapsed to the floor and the shadow enveloped him further. Oriofu continued to cry out and even as Tevin knew he was doomed - he couldn’t do any spells while he was sprawled on the floor and suffocating - he tried to ignore the voice.
Let me, let me! He chanted. I’ve done this before, let me, let me!
Even as he felt himself losing consciousness Tevin struggled to keep Oriofu suppressed. It was with a surreal sense that he felt the sharp contrast in his limbs. Heat raced through them and he had a dim thought.
It felt vaguely like his childhood - when Oriofu had taken over his body more than once.
Universe: Tevin tevin_rasku
Genre(s): Action/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Theme of assassination
Word Count: 1,227
Set before he joins the rebels/is sent to join them.
Quiet, sneaky, very sneaky. You’re very sneaky, Cloak. They’ll never hear you coming!
Tevin ignored the ranting and slipped around another dark corner in the corridor. Oriofu had been getting more aggressive in his tirades, which caused a constant throbbing in Tevin’s head. Sleep had been difficult to achieve, providing yet another reason for Tevin’s irritation with Oriofu. He cleared his mind and refocused on his task - there was no time or room for error or distraction.
Third door to the left, sneak sneak! Can’t make a noise! Oriofu’s shrill tone caused Tevin to flinch. Slit the throat and sneak away! Sneak, sneak! Sharpened your knife already, haven’t we? Slick and sting, sharp sharp!
The pulsing moved forward to his temples and Tevin could not stop his eyelids from flickering. He would need to get this assassination done with quickly if he was going to keep his focus. Oriofu was giving no sign of stopping, indeed he was only getting louder and his will was strengthening.
Now was not the time for this challenge.
Feeling it now, are we? You need a nap, Cloak. Just close the eyes and we’ll do it, yes. Even leave your body intact, very nice we’ll be. How about it? You can sleep nice and long, no worrying or thinking. Trust old Oriofu to get the job done.
Tevin did not dignify Oriofu with an answer and instead put all of his focus back on the mission, checking the hallway once to make sure it was clear before proceeding to the lock and going through the small dance to unlock it. The quick jerk of his head - an exact imitation of what he had seen his target do time and time again - made Oriofu’s voice rise and fall in excitement, but the lock was undone. Tevin listened to ensure that he was still alone in the corridor and then slipped inside the room, closing the door just as silently behind himself.
It was exactly as he had imagined. The room was simple and neat, the target sound asleep in his bed. Yurun Manch had always been too sure of his own security measures. Tevin drew the long knife from the sheath and advanced on the bed. Oriofu began to scream now, his voice nearly overwhelming all of Tevin’s senses.
Too easy you idiot! You’ll get us both killed! Got to act now, right now! Kill him quick, quick! Wait any more and we’ll be dead! Dead all over again!
Tevin had opened his mouth to try and relieve some of the pressure, but the shooting pains in his skull continued. His eyes had watered in response to the pain, but even with his blurred vision and the pounding in his head Tevin could make out the shadow on the wall.
Yurun was more heavily guarded than Tevin had thought.
He spun to face his opponent, but found nothing there. Tevin sucked in a puff of air through his teeth to relieve the pain as Oriofu babbled at him again, scanning the room furiously. His eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness and there were no places for a person to hide - where was the owner of the shadow?
A dancing flicker of light caught his eye and Tevin looked to the wall expectantly. The shadow was more than it had seemed and his heart began to race. Was this a new spell he had never encountered? His tired mind told him that it was likely what Jeccem had mentioned about a legend of an ancient spell with shadow guardians, but no one had seen it in practice for generations. Tevin stepped out of the thin beam of moonlight and tried desperately to think of any spell that dealt with animate shadows. This one had a not-quite human shape to it and as it wavered back and forth the finger tips reached off of the stone wall for moments at a time.
The shadow had done him no harm yet, but its intent was easily read. It was there to keep Yurun alive, no matter what it had to do in return. No wonder the man could sleep so soundly.
Tevin grit his teeth against Oriofu’s rant and kept his eyes focused on the shadow. It bobbed the shape that would have been the head back and forth several times before moving closer to the bed. Tevin would have to move quickly if he were to reach his target before the shadow. And he still wasn’t sure what the shadow was capable of.
Dancing on the walls, don’t you see it? Pretty little thing, ready to wrap the fingers around your neck and squeeze!
Ignoring the mocking song from Oriofu, Tevin rushed to the bed with his knife drawn. Getting it through the man’s heart would be fast enough. Tevin could leave the knife there if the shadow got too close to him; he had chosen a purposefully generic model for the job.
He was moving quickly, but so was the shadow, glimpses of it flashing in each pool of light as it kept pace. Before he could reach Yurun the shadow had reached the bed and there it stopped, covering the sleeping man in a thin layer of shivering darkness. Tevin jerked the knife to a stop and watched in horror as what would be the shadow’s hands gripped the blade and began to rise along the knife.
We’ll be dead-- dead! Oriofu cheered, his shifting emotions nothing of note to Tevin. Let me fight him, please, please! I’ll give your body back nice and warm, no more than a few scratches, I swear! It’s my turn for fun, don’t deny it, Cloak! I’ve missed this kind of fun! I’ll rip him to shreds!
The shadow had reached the handle of the knife and Tevin released it too late. He could feel the tingle on his fingertips that set off Oriofu screaming again. The shadow was now more tangible than Tevin wanted to consider, incredibly long limbs clinging to his fingers. He stumbled backwards; a biting cold exploded up and down his arms as the shadow rose still higher, climbing up his arms now. Oriofu’s voice was a constant irritant, but Tevin ignored it in favor of struggling to jerk free of the shadow’s grip. Despite his efforts the shadow continued to climb up him, icy fingers wrapping around his neck and leaving Tevin with no recourse for his defense.
I can kill him, let me do it, let me! Oriofu laughed. Just a quick spell and he’ll be gone, gone!
Tevin tried to cry out but only felt the grip on his throat, his body going numb as he collapsed to the floor and the shadow enveloped him further. Oriofu continued to cry out and even as Tevin knew he was doomed - he couldn’t do any spells while he was sprawled on the floor and suffocating - he tried to ignore the voice.
Let me, let me! He chanted. I’ve done this before, let me, let me!
Even as he felt himself losing consciousness Tevin struggled to keep Oriofu suppressed. It was with a surreal sense that he felt the sharp contrast in his limbs. Heat raced through them and he had a dim thought.
It felt vaguely like his childhood - when Oriofu had taken over his body more than once.