The Assassin’s son

~Prologue~
The cloaked man watched from his hiding place in the nearby forest. His victim was 36 year old man by the name of Matthew Shallowhand. Shallowhand was the senator of of the new federal government we had just elected this year. Shallowhand was a heavy set French guy who loved his tarts. His daily routine consist of lots of reading , food shucking and porn watching. He was in the same area as always around this time . It’s what he like to refer as The Sanctum. It was basically a balcony. His bodyguards stood behind him facing towards the door. I watched from my hiding place. It was almost time; I was waiting for the clock to hit midnight As if time could read minds, the big clock turned midnight .Perfect . Time to move I thought as I began jogging towards where Shallowhand rested Gaining speed every second. I Moved silently but fierce and at a constant speed, when I made it to where I had to jump to get to the balcony, I kept at the speed, I had done this a million times already. I jumped onto a latter of one of his finest mausoleums and landed right beside the guards. As I landed I pulled out my two crafty but rare dragon daggers and plunged them into my victim’s necks. Blood leaked out, I could feel there life's end. It was a bloody mess but this was my playing field. I ripped the daggers out and quickly replaced them with my Italian sword and jumped onto Shallowhand shoulders and plunged the sword through his head and ripped his head off and let it fall off the cliff. I quickly pulled out my cloth and cleaned my sword and sheathed it. The night was finally over, I ran to the ledge and jumped of spiraling right onto my horse and smashed down hard on the reins and took off into the night.
Once again he sat waiting for his victim. This time his victim was another assassin called Lighfoot. He had a knack of getting in the mood to kill people of importance who did nothing wrong. I only killed those who wronged me, my country or my boss. But not Lighfoot, he did what he pleased and he needed to be controlled. Right now we were at a V.I.P mask party. I wore a red tuxedo, with a red vest, matching slacks and a mask. My red curly hair was flowing down my backside and I had my daggers concealed. I left my sword at home it would be too big to conceil ; this one was going to be fun. I wanted to make this long and painful for him. I was twirling around with some damsel when I first caught side of him. He wore a black matching set of what I had on. He had a smug grin on his face and walked as if he owned the place. I read his movements and body language and read his intentions, he came to kill and knowing his motto it had to be the queen, and with that knowledge I had to react fast. So I ran up the stair case, running faster and faster as I got higher and higher. When I reached the top, I lunched myself off the stairs onto the chandlers. I had caused no scene yet, everything seemed just as it did when I was just on the dance floor just minutes ago . “ How smooth of me “ I silently thought to myself as I waited for him. I than began to scan the room in hopes of fighting the other assassin before he could make any trouble. As a scanned I made out the Queen who seemed to be dancing about about a half a lunge away from me . Good he had to be so where around if my guess was correct and that’s who he came to kill. Sure enough there Lightfoot stood a couple paces ahead of me right below me on the dance floor glaring at the Queen with the stupid ass smug grin he always seemed to wear. As I watched his movements it became obvious to me he was getting ready to make his move and if I I didn’t’t act now there would be no Queen. So I did what I did best , what I was trained to do . I let go, I dropped right off the chandeliers , and it was at the right time, I landed right on top of him sending us both crashing away.Like a imaginary whistle was blown we both got up in a matter of seconds. Weapons drawn, bodies tensed , faces ready. He lunged at me and I parried it and slammed my dagger into his eye socket, he howled in pain, as bloods seeped out his eyes and he fell to the ground in pain, I jumped onto him and began to repeatedly stab him over and over in his stomach. Then I flipped backward and gave him a round house kick to the jaw and cracked his face. He was finished. I couldn’t believe it is was so easy . Something about this just didn’t sit right. How could The World’s Viper die without so much as a fight. I was unscathed. I had to check. Atleast make sure it was him before I disappeared into the night . Our little scuffle hadn’t been too loud because no one seemed to see that it was dead man on the floor just a couple feet ahead of them . “ Crazy “ I thought as I walked up on the dead body who I was just sure was Lighfoot a few hours ago. As I pulled the mask down I was shattered. I couldn’t believe it . It Couldn’t be. It just couldn’t be. As if the people around me could hear my thoughts a women’s scream pierced the night . After that I guess you could say all hell broke loose but I didn’t stay to find out . I glanced again at the body that stood in front of me. As the memories of the past came flooding back in . The memories of before . Then without a another look I ran into the darkness, never even turning back.