A Tale of Two Assassin's Chapter1
#1 of A Tale of Two Assassins
A Tale of Two Assassin's
1.This is my first venture into writing a furry story. I've been writing for a while now and recently took an interest to the furry style. I believe I could bring my own unique style to the furry community. There will be yiff in the story eventually. This first entry is more of a prologue to a bigger story. I hope you enjoy, comments, criticism, and general tips are always welcome. All characters in the story are mine, please do not use them with out my permission, ect, ect......
Fate, is there anything more strange? I ask you this already aware of the answer. The very idea that the event's in one's life are predetermined can drive a man to madness. I'm not a religious man, not by a long shot. The events over the last year however have suggested otherwise. Perhaps not of a supreme entity, but of a driving force bounding all events. Listen to me banter on, you've come to hear the story of two love bound assassin's, yes? Very well. This tale begins last September in New York City.
My name is Kroatone, I'm the offspring of a human mother and an anthro dragon father. An unholy union to most. I can't for sure say how old I am, somewhere in the twenties I think. No one really keeps track of time anymore, not in the world I live in. After a massive global stock crash the world kinda just stopped moving. A great depression does not do it justice. The world's governments fell apart, by way of either martial law, or complete anarchy. With no official law now in the former united states, acts that were once banned are now profitable. Be it drug dealing, prostitution, or even murder. Along with your common killers, a special breed of assassin's arose from the shadows. I'm among this group. With the world as it is, money is life. So it's a bit ironic we kill to get our paychecks. Eventually even an assassin code was drafted. It is a detailed guide to being an assassin, complete with rules and regulations. Some liked it's guidance, others outright ignored it's continence. Those who chose not to follow were usually met with death.
I was in New York on a contract. It was open to all assassin's so I had an incentive to be there first. A $100,000 incentive actually. The target was a businessman by the name of Trey Parker, an anthro stag who apparently had made a bad deal with one of the wrong people, I don't collect details, just there lives.
In a little less than a week I had tracked down my target, and planned my kill. I would catch him in his office tonight. He knew he had a hit on him, and posted enough security to guard a military base. So going through the front door was out of the question. Stealth was my only option now, not that I was complaining. Having pitch black scales gave me an advantage during a night operation. Not to mention that if I am caught I can fly out and escape, being a dragon and all. To most I'd just look like an ordinary anthro dragon, hard to see the human in me.
I sat upon the roof I was using as a lookout. Directly across was the building my targets office was located in. I would have to gain roof access to get in undetected. Once inside I could deal with any guards that posed an immediate threat and make a strait dash toward the office. I strapped on my tactical vest custom made to allow me to use my wings, and secured all of my weapons it help. Mostly an assortment of blades from daggers to throwing knives. I preferred using them, rather than firearms.
I leaped into the air and flew across to the other building. I entered through the roof access stairs and made my way toward the office. I encountered few guards on this route. Only two managed to get in my way, only to becomes corpses before me. Reaching the office I removed my weapon of choice, a steel dagger with a wicked curve. I saw him now, sitting at his desk, completely unaware of my presence. I approached silently, and slid my blade in front of his throat. Having him in my complete control I decided to leave him with a phrase I used commonly as a send off for my targets. "Your soul is forfeit and your blood is mine." I would have said. However as I reached the word forfeit the sound of a gunshot filled the air, and Trey Parker fell limp. A clean shot to the heart from outside the window near his desk. I turned to see the shooter on the very building I had just been on. He packed his rifle and made a run for the fire escape ladders. There was no way in hell I was letting him get away. I used the window he just shattered as a quick escape route. I jumped through it and took flight, trying to track down the other assassin. He slid down the fire ladders and ran into an alley, I was just a bit quicker than him and dove toward him. I made impact with him and managed to pin him to the ground, and grab my blade, now holding it to his throat. He had a mask on but I could tell ye was a feline by the shape of his body, and his fur.
"What the hell man?" I said, more than a little angry; "You shot my target." "He wasn't your target." The cat fought to reply; "It was an open contract. I have just as much of a right to it as you did, only I was faster." I couldn't argue with him as mad as it made me, he was correct. "So would you mind getting off of me then?" According to the code an assassin may not kill another over business disputes. "The code is the only thing keeping you alive cat." I said getting off of him. "Panther actually." He corrected, now getting a good look at me; "Wait, Kroa is... is that you?" "Yes." I slowly replied trying to figure out who was asking it. Then it hit me. "Hayden?" I suddenly gasped. "Wow." he replied removing the mask reviling the felines face. His fur war all black except for a a white stripe leading from just above his forehead to just under his left eye. The same stripe my childhood friend Hayden had. "This is kinda awkward." he finished. We had grown up together, were best friends throughout our lives, and perhaps something more. We had had somewhat of an intimate encounter in our teens. We had called it mere experimentation back then. I now know that I am fully gay, I didn't know if he had taken the same route though. After the crash I lost contact with him and his family. I think the reality of the situation hit us at the same time. As with both manged to blurt out "your an assassin?" simultaneously. "Hey, it's a hell of a business, gets the bread on the table though." I joked. "If you don't mind blood covered bread." he retorted. "Yeah, so how long have you been doing this?" I asked. "About a year, still a rookie, but I got some rifle skills." Hayden returned. "Yeah, I saw. I'm more of a close quarters killer. I defiantly prefer a good blade to a gun." "Why?" "My dagger won't run out of ammo." I explained. "Yeah, but I can shoot you from a distance." Hayden tried to argue. "Throwing knives." I simply replied. "I guess you have a point there." He admitted; "It was good to see you Kroa, it's nice to see a friendly face in this line of work." "You too. Hey, what do you say you buy me a drink with that money you just cost me?" I said "Love to but I have another target I'm going to cash in today. I'll be in the city all week though, come find me sometime." He answered. "Ok, sounds like a deal I returned. We shook hands and Hayden began to leave, but to my surprise Hayden turned back and gave me a small hug. Maybe it wasn't a passionate hug, but it defiantly reminded me of the so call experiments we had as teenagers. I just watched as he walked out of view, wandering what to do next, and I think I figured it out. After all, turnabout is fair play...