by Gahleon » Wed Jun 26, 2002 1:53 am
"Ahh finally the temple... thank you calynpen"
As soon as he finished his sentence she was gone.
"heh crafty woman... very resourceful to."
Anyways, on to business he thought to himself.
He approached the gothic looking temple. It was colored crimson red to signify the moon that it represented.
With a heavy sigh, Gahleon whispered to himself,
"Well, this is it..."
He walked up the staircase to the 18ft doors that laid before him. The wood was beginning to chip, but you could still see the strength that was put into building this temple. He walked through the door as two robed men watched him pass through. The temple was empty today... Gahleon began to get suspicious. Time is always of the essence, perhaps to the point of even this.
A tall male in crimson robes approached Gahleon and spoke in low monotonous voice.
"Gahleon. Come with me, the master awaits your arrival."
With that Gahleon followed this robed man. They approach a closed door -- normal door this time.
"Enter." Says the robe man as he opens the door.
"Ahh Gahleon young lad! Come in, take a seat!"
These words came from a rather hefty man sitting behind a desk. He was dressed in a very intricate robe. They were crimson like the rest, but had small symbols that were trimmed in gold.
Gahleon strides in,
"Hello Demetri, how are you."
"Not to bad lad. Master Avious told me you had business, what might that be?"
Gahleon reached into his cloak, walked over to the desk and sat down in one of the small chairs by Demetri's desk. Out of his cloak came a small box, and he set it on the desk.
"Yes Demetri, I am on business. Here..."
Gahleon took out a folded piece of paper and handed over to Demetri. Demetri unfolded it and read it
Demetri, as you know Gahleon has been pondering about leaving the followers of the red moon. He has personally asked me to remove him. Gahleon, is our greatest assassin, he has never failed. Along with his deft quickness and his knowledge of poisons of an unknown origin he is an asset we cannot afford to lose. I know I trained him, and I can say, he has surpassed his master. With that said, he is too much of a liability to us. It pains me to say this but... kill him. Burn this letter when you are done, he still respects me enough not to actually read the items I give him."
Signed,
Avious.
Demetri's face turned a little flush, he then smiled and tossed the paper into a near by fireplace.
"Well Gahleon, that was information from Avious on how things are going in the East. Now boy... is there anything you have left to say? I'm quite busy today."
Gahleon removed himself from the seat and stood in front of Demetri.
"Yes sir. I wish to disband."
Demetri laughed, "Disband? are you crazy Gahleon. You are THE best."
Doubtfully Gahleon replied, "No sir, Master Avious is the best, but I just cannot do this anymore. I kill for money and sake of the order. My hands are dirtied in too much blood. I've always made it an account to only kill my target. IF others got involved I would never try to hurt them, only subdue them. Please Demetri, as a friend... let me go."
Demetri's face turned a bit sour, he too stood up. His face turned solemn.
"Gahleon... Gahleon... Gahleon... what am I to do with you? I really don't want to let you go. How about a raise? perhaps you would like to become 'equals' with Me and Avious? You know partners?"
Gahleon was taken back a bit. Demetri playing on the situation saw his emotion waver and decided to keep going with it.
"Yes Gahleon, a partner. Someone who will lead us, you and Avious side by side doing the righteous things we so often do."
Gahleons face turned twisted as he interjected
"What kill innocent people! No, I cannot anymore. I just can't... not after the last hit you sent me on... NO NO MORE! She was an innocent little girl Demetri, why did I have to kill her?"
Demetri retorted
"That is not your business!"
Gahleon laughed
"Ironic, someone I kill is not my business. I don't care Demetri, I'm leaving. Do not ever call on my assistance again!"
Gahleon turns his back and begins to march towards the door, he opens it and takes on last look at Demetri
"Good bye Demetri!"
Demetri puts his hands in his face and replies
"I really wish things could have been different Gahleon..."
Gahleon already in full walk speed towards the door, thinking to himself
"That little wretch... none of MY business... he can go to hell. They never cared about me anyw --"
His thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of the front door. He was in too much thought and was not aware of his surroundings. Stopping dead in his tracks, he looks up and observes his surroundings. Up the grand stair way that leads to the monk chambers was Demetri, at the doors were 2 monks one dawning a broad sword the other a sickle. In a loud booming voice that echoed through the room Demetri said
"Gahleon, I gave you a chance, but you know the rules kid. Once you're in, you're in till your dead."
The monks began to approach Gahleon, he looked at the monks.
"No... you won't do this to me..."
Gahleon thrusted out his right arm and started to murmur something, slowly the shadows from the walls began to materialize a black claw around his hand that gave off a dark mist, in his left hand he pulled out a small stiletto dagger that dripped with some type of dark blue ooze.
Closing his eyes and grinding his teeth he said
"Stay away from me! I do not want you to die."
The monks laughed, and the one with the sickle said
"What makes you think we will die."
They closed in and both leapt at Gahleon, the cold steel from their weapons came crashing down but in a blink of an eye Gahleon had vanished. With blinding speed he had already bolted into the air several feet, doing a flip in mid air he twisted his body so he was facing the monks' back and tossed the dagger right into broad sword equipped one's arm. He fell to the ground instantly.
The monk remaining dashed after Gahleon when he landed. The landing left Gahleon open for an attack. The monk swung his sickle at Gahleon's chest, swiftly he dodge but he moved slightly too slow. The sickle ate through the flesh in his upper left arm, rending his flesh. The wound gaped open spraying blood. Gahleon wailed in agony.
"Bastard... ugh... too slow... must... go."
"Heh, your not going anywhere!"
The monk began to swing manically at Gahleon, but this was his downfall. Calculating his movement Gahleon saw all he was doing was repeating the same three types of strikes in a row -- continuously. While staggering back, he finally saw his chance to strike. As the sickle rose into the air Gahleon drove his claw deep into the mans right arm then twisted it separating the flesh from the bone. The monk fell into shock and passed out on the ground bleeding.
Gahleon starting to get blurred vision from the loss of blood staggered to the door. Clapping could be heard like echoes, and Demetri's voice was heard.
"Congratulations Gahleon, I didn't expect you to die. I would have been disappointed... but this will incapacitate you for a while. I tried reason, but it just did not work..."
Gahleon struggling to open the door turned and glanced at Demetri and cried,
"I will... not forget this Demetri... your men are not dead, but I will make it appoint to make sure you are."
The door swung open, and Gahleon rushed out to the arena. He knew he could possibly find a healer... he knew his wound was critical, but while he was running he had managed to use part of his shirt as an tunicate to stop the blood from flowing. Into the arena stadium he ran trying to look for a healer. Unfortunately he had lost too much blood and passed out on the floor.
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/ugahleon.showPublicProfile?language=EN>Gahleon</A] at: 6/26/02 6:03:24 am