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This is a contest entry for Theendercat5 in his 45 subscriber special contest. you can see it here. Hope you all enjoy this story!
(If you like to be freaked out, listen to this while reading the story >:)
--WARNING-- THIS CONTAINS VILOENCE AND BLOODSHEAD- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE FAINT OF HEART.
~~Ash~~
I flew towards the creeper at top speed, my special weapon extended, long hair flowing in the wind. The creeper never knew what hit it as I sliced in into three pieces with my claws. I have survived for fifteen years here, in my world. After a long time of my clumsiness and loudness of the armor, I decided to create my own weapons. Those weapons changed me forever.
One were claws, like a cats, that fit over your fist like gloves, however they were made of steel, something I had learned to make. They had long sword-like points on each knuckle. Another was the whip. It was made of spider string and cow leather, with a diamond tip.
My armor was but a black cloak to match my long black hair and blood red eyes. I was known as ‘The cat assassin.’ Everyone knew me, me and my claws that could kill you with only a single swipe in the blackened night. The local village lived in fear and debt. They owed me big time for protecting them.
I flexed the claws back and forth, and began to travel the perimeter of the town. Skeleton. I leaped to the side, and lashed it with the whip. It shattered in moments. I continued my patrol, until a purple violet light came from the east. Then I saw it.
A huge flying shape, glowing with florid purple. I began to hear enderman noises around me, and I knew what I had to do. I catapulted to the nearest tree, and bounced up again. I could see the enderdragon’s gnashing teeth and fiery eyes, watching me. My killer instinct kicked in, and with a hiss of rage, I latched onto its wings. It roared, spinning and slashing to throw me off, but however hard it tried, I would not move. I took my steel claws that glinted like sliver in the moonlight, and ripped a gaping hole in its violet and black right wing. It began to plummet, and I climbed onto its neck.
Claws ready, I sliced down, and the enderdragon’s bloody head flew towards the town square. It crashed, and screams of joy and terror spread like wild fire through the town. People young and old came outside to see what the Cat had done now, and I stood on top of the dragon, patently waiting for my payment.
The mayor was an old Wiseman, but stood no match to me. His balding head and misting green eyes turned to face me.
“H-how much i-is it now?” He feebly asked, coughing out his misery.
“Simply ten diamonds and a stack of steel.” My voice snapped, I was angry. So much hassle, but if I charged them too much they wouldn’t be able to afford me… and no one else would take me in for a job. But what if I killed them? Problem solved, there are enough villages to pillage.
I would wait to kill them all.
The next week passed uneventfully, and I gained two or three diamonds from a traveler who I had murdered. He had a name plate sewn onto his shirt and I read it: ‘Theendercat’ I shrugged. Sounded cool. I guess. I dropped it, walking away to the village. I left the guy face down in the road.
I was ready with the new claws I had crafted from a diamond and steel mix. Once I entered the town, I walked to the blacksmiths, watching in satisfaction as the townsfolk shrank back from my cape and claws.
I pushed myself into blacksmith’s shop, not bothering to knock on the heavy brass of the door as I made my way inside. He turned with a start, his brown eyes looked on in terror as he deftly handed me the diamonds and steel. I counted the shiny metals slowly, letting my aura destroy his peace.
“There are only 52 pieces of steel.” I stated. I walked forward calmly, my claws making the rasping of steel and diamond as they fluttered to his neck, and he gulped, his eyes bulging. I smiled reassuringly.
“Worry not, kind ser. Death comes faster if you tell me what else you have in this here shop, and where it is.” My eyes lit up in the thought of his blood splattering through the evening air.
“All of it is under the counter miss! I swear on my soul, please… please I worked as fast as I could! Miss, please….” I eased the claws forward, watching the dark red drench my hand as he died.
I walked to the counter, leaving the dead man behind me, and took it all.
I left the town around midnight that same day. The houses were silent and eerie, all the town had begun to smell like rotting and decay already. Not a single soul was left alive there. I was soaked to the bone in blood, it oozed down my cape and I flicked it unthinkingly, splattering blood everywhere. I felt a drip of the crimson blood flee down my face and I poked my tongue out, catching the metallic drip. I swallowed it, grinning.
The next town awaited me, The Cat Assassin.
(If you like to be freaked out, listen to this while reading the story >:)
--WARNING-- THIS CONTAINS VILOENCE AND BLOODSHEAD- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE FAINT OF HEART.
~~Ash~~
Story Twelve: The Cat Assassin
I flew towards the creeper at top speed, my special weapon extended, long hair flowing in the wind. The creeper never knew what hit it as I sliced in into three pieces with my claws. I have survived for fifteen years here, in my world. After a long time of my clumsiness and loudness of the armor, I decided to create my own weapons. Those weapons changed me forever.
One were claws, like a cats, that fit over your fist like gloves, however they were made of steel, something I had learned to make. They had long sword-like points on each knuckle. Another was the whip. It was made of spider string and cow leather, with a diamond tip.
My armor was but a black cloak to match my long black hair and blood red eyes. I was known as ‘The cat assassin.’ Everyone knew me, me and my claws that could kill you with only a single swipe in the blackened night. The local village lived in fear and debt. They owed me big time for protecting them.
I flexed the claws back and forth, and began to travel the perimeter of the town. Skeleton. I leaped to the side, and lashed it with the whip. It shattered in moments. I continued my patrol, until a purple violet light came from the east. Then I saw it.
A huge flying shape, glowing with florid purple. I began to hear enderman noises around me, and I knew what I had to do. I catapulted to the nearest tree, and bounced up again. I could see the enderdragon’s gnashing teeth and fiery eyes, watching me. My killer instinct kicked in, and with a hiss of rage, I latched onto its wings. It roared, spinning and slashing to throw me off, but however hard it tried, I would not move. I took my steel claws that glinted like sliver in the moonlight, and ripped a gaping hole in its violet and black right wing. It began to plummet, and I climbed onto its neck.
Claws ready, I sliced down, and the enderdragon’s bloody head flew towards the town square. It crashed, and screams of joy and terror spread like wild fire through the town. People young and old came outside to see what the Cat had done now, and I stood on top of the dragon, patently waiting for my payment.
The mayor was an old Wiseman, but stood no match to me. His balding head and misting green eyes turned to face me.
“H-how much i-is it now?” He feebly asked, coughing out his misery.
“Simply ten diamonds and a stack of steel.” My voice snapped, I was angry. So much hassle, but if I charged them too much they wouldn’t be able to afford me… and no one else would take me in for a job. But what if I killed them? Problem solved, there are enough villages to pillage.
I would wait to kill them all.
***
The next week passed uneventfully, and I gained two or three diamonds from a traveler who I had murdered. He had a name plate sewn onto his shirt and I read it: ‘Theendercat’ I shrugged. Sounded cool. I guess. I dropped it, walking away to the village. I left the guy face down in the road.
I was ready with the new claws I had crafted from a diamond and steel mix. Once I entered the town, I walked to the blacksmiths, watching in satisfaction as the townsfolk shrank back from my cape and claws.
I pushed myself into blacksmith’s shop, not bothering to knock on the heavy brass of the door as I made my way inside. He turned with a start, his brown eyes looked on in terror as he deftly handed me the diamonds and steel. I counted the shiny metals slowly, letting my aura destroy his peace.
“There are only 52 pieces of steel.” I stated. I walked forward calmly, my claws making the rasping of steel and diamond as they fluttered to his neck, and he gulped, his eyes bulging. I smiled reassuringly.
“Worry not, kind ser. Death comes faster if you tell me what else you have in this here shop, and where it is.” My eyes lit up in the thought of his blood splattering through the evening air.
“All of it is under the counter miss! I swear on my soul, please… please I worked as fast as I could! Miss, please….” I eased the claws forward, watching the dark red drench my hand as he died.
I walked to the counter, leaving the dead man behind me, and took it all.
***
I left the town around midnight that same day. The houses were silent and eerie, all the town had begun to smell like rotting and decay already. Not a single soul was left alive there. I was soaked to the bone in blood, it oozed down my cape and I flicked it unthinkingly, splattering blood everywhere. I felt a drip of the crimson blood flee down my face and I poked my tongue out, catching the metallic drip. I swallowed it, grinning.
The next town awaited me, The Cat Assassin.
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I dont know what 'dark link' is D:
You are a really nice story maker. :D
May the best author win.
Well, :)
Also, the story I'm posting is going to be really long :0
Omg this story is brilliant! You're mind is a dark and eerie place, ashfur. *Quick! Someone call the rehab place and tell them that they're getting a package!!*