The Viper Of Oren.

[KidKrinkles 2044]

Thalin sat outside of the Shield building, eying the new recruits in their uniforms from his seat. His golden eyes watched them analytically as they conversed over some topic that he did not care for. He folded a paper into squares, unfolding it, and refolding it, rotating it around with the folds. He rolled his shoulder, closing his eyes, tightening his hand around the note.

He watched the man in black carry away his prize, a white haired 'princess', so claimed Night- his associate. But she just had her in a potato sack. How'd she get away? The answer seemed all to obvious- the weapons on the man were clear as daylight. Thalin waited outside, watching them, but listening for something. The click of the door shutting was satisfactory- he went to work, stepping up to the throne room from the grassy yard below. He went to work pulling the torches off of the walls quietly, quickly as a man could. He shook them out and tossed them in his sack, setting them over his shoulder. Once the room was black he moved behind the throne quietly, it blocking his view of the door.

He slid his helmet on quietly, a full face helmet, not fastened but fitted to his head, it provided optimal protection and concealment from his foes. Now was the time to act.

The door groaned as it opened, the man in black seemed none the less suspicious. Perhaps his hood, or helmet, or whatever visage he had darkened his sight, but Thalin remained concealed as he drew his knife- the blade shimmering with a light red glaze of poison. He stood to his feet and walked forward, creeping, knees bent just enough to silence his weight- the wood planks did not give away his position, no creaks, no cracks, its as though the world wanted Thalin to kill Ryder Hightower.

He pressed against the wall and brought his foot back, kicking the wood. At first it was unresponsive to his advances, but she gave way under another forceful kick, the wood cracking forward. Thalin grabbed a chair and slid it under the knob, to buy him time should someone come seeking him. He moved to the next door that opened before him, welcoming him in, and the light, and the view of the bloody Princess. She was injured and tossing in her slumber, on her back, hair a mess and about. He walked over, lifting the knife, singing quietly. "I'll peel your skin back like an apple, juices running down my hand, sticky and sweet~", His eyes widened, his blood pumping, the excitement of the kill coming on.

He jammed the knife downward into her stomach, twisting the blade before letting it go. Her groans filled the air- and the advances of two sets of feet. His own quietly shuffled to the nearby table, he sat on it. Aron and the Man in Black entered, his throat being grabbed by the Black. He squeezed and choked- and the voices of the others present seemed distant, foreign tongues to the ears of the dying man, high on adrenaline. His face was beaten, turned inside out, his helmet pulled off, but he was beaten beyond recognition.

Thalin's eyes opened, he drank in the familiar scents of life. He remembered those events... and quietly looked down to the note in his hand. He lifted it up and walked to the statue to his left, holding the note to it. He brought back the knife he had on him currently, a simple curved flaying knife he had plenty of at home, and jammed it into the statue- the steel sticking into the stone from the sheer force if the stab. The excess poison dripped down Ryder's likeness to her feet, sticking to her like blood.

The note reads, "~The Viper of Oren."

He shakes his head as he walks off, "I didn't know she was pregnant."

[SkyyoBee 249]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.