It was supposed to be a routine hit. Just get in, eliminate the target silently, then get out. He had done it countless times before, and would do it countless times again. So when Jack discovered he was not the only person on this case, it naturally ruffled his feathers. He had no love for Katharine Hudson and was determined to put this Ethan Arc down in front of her eyes. Hunters could never measure up and compete with a true assassin. The second thing that annoyed him was the fact that if she was here, then people believed that this guy was some kind of supernatural or magically inclined individual. This was of course bull-dust and baloney to Jack, If it is made of flesh, a knife across the throat, through the head, through the heard or through the eyes would kill it. A universal truth, at least in Jacks eyes.
Jack watched from the rafters of the small house. He had his twin short swords Shadow and Shade drawn. Jump down, use his body to break the fall, and sink the swords so far into his eyes that he would be dead within a second. That was the plan. A routine hit. A birds-eyes assassination. Ethan was reading a big thick book. Probably a Lord of the Rings or something by Bryce Courtney. Jack did not know where Katharine was at the minute, nor did he care. As long as she didn't screw things up for him, then she could be privy to the kill. Better the silent knives than the unwieldy and noisy shot-gun. No tact at all.
In a single motion, Jack jumped and prepared for impact. Take them by surprise and kill them before they can comprehend. Just a routine hit. But tonight would be far from routine. As he should have landed on this Ethan, he was instead send flying into the wall opposite the reading man, Sitting up, Jack rubbed his head as Ethan laughed.
"You really think I wouldn't have protective measures in place?"
Jack went to stand and rush his target. But as he stood, he saw Ethan hold out a hand.
"Begone."
It was akin to black fire. It felt like fire anyway. Jack was sent flying back into the wall, making the hole deeper. He felt is conciousness fade, and a whisper in his mind, not unlike his own.
This is not the end for us. I will protect you...
Jack watched from the rafters of the small house. He had his twin short swords Shadow and Shade drawn. Jump down, use his body to break the fall, and sink the swords so far into his eyes that he would be dead within a second. That was the plan. A routine hit. A birds-eyes assassination. Ethan was reading a big thick book. Probably a Lord of the Rings or something by Bryce Courtney. Jack did not know where Katharine was at the minute, nor did he care. As long as she didn't screw things up for him, then she could be privy to the kill. Better the silent knives than the unwieldy and noisy shot-gun. No tact at all.
In a single motion, Jack jumped and prepared for impact. Take them by surprise and kill them before they can comprehend. Just a routine hit. But tonight would be far from routine. As he should have landed on this Ethan, he was instead send flying into the wall opposite the reading man, Sitting up, Jack rubbed his head as Ethan laughed.
"You really think I wouldn't have protective measures in place?"
Jack went to stand and rush his target. But as he stood, he saw Ethan hold out a hand.
"Begone."
It was akin to black fire. It felt like fire anyway. Jack was sent flying back into the wall, making the hole deeper. He felt is conciousness fade, and a whisper in his mind, not unlike his own.
This is not the end for us. I will protect you...