Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted.

Reaper shut his eyes and grunted, "No, don't apologize. I shouldn't have killed them," he gestured back to the men and flinched at his still extended hidden blade. Sliding it away he knelt beside the men and closed their fearfilled eyes gently, "I know better than that. No one knows my history, because I chose to keep it to myself for these past ten years. The first two, everyone knew, it made me who i am. They told me I was a born killer, something that was born and trained to be the perfect killer. They died and took my secret with them. My history died back then and I don't want to bring it back." He looked at her, his eyes burning, "My name is reminder of my past enough." Standing, he lifted one man in his arms, "Please don't hate me, Mya."

 

Mya rubbed her eyes and looked at him. I don't hate you. I just can't understand you sometimes. She carried the other body.

 

Reaper tossed the body into the nearest haystack, "Well, I'm un-understandable. If that's even a word. I've broken the Creed haven't I?" He held his side together with one hand while the other sub-consciously touched the back of his neck.

 

Mye threw the other body in the haystack as well. It doesn't matter. Just be yourself. That's what matters the most. She managed to give him a smile.

 

Reaper didn't smile back, his gray eyes still looked like he was burning on the inside. He took her words to mean how he was just a few hours ago instead of the true him. No one wanted to see the true him, he was a murderer and he knew it. "Come on Mya, lets head back now. I guess taking a walk hasn't been the best decision I've made all day. I really should stop going to public places." He tried and failed to sound nonchalant.

 

Mya nodded and followed Reaper, wondering what to do after that misfortunate event.

 

Reaper took no notice in her silence as he lost himself in his memories again.
He remembered being in the foster home for a week before he'd strangled a child older than him because he teased him for the scars on his back.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" Zane had cried, beating his fists against the wall. The other boy kept pushing, Sure I do. You were a slave boy and you done run away! I know you did. You used to work for my father, didn't you!" The boys often came up with this ridiculous remark and Zane always rose to the bait, "Lies! My father killed your father because he was a Templar!" The boy struck him in the face, "Quiet! Now on your knees like a good little slave boy!" After that Zane had strangled the boy and was cast out into the streets.

Reaper gazed longingly into the windows they passed by and watched the mothers and fathers watch over their children as they slept. He caught his reflection in the window and stopped, frightened by how much he looked like his father now. The cold eyes, the silver hair and even the over-confident way he stood...all reminded him of his father.

 

Mya saw Reaper stop and tugged on his sleeve. Hey snap out of it. Let's keep moving.

 

Reaper swung her around to stand by him and look in the window, "What do I look like to you?" He held her arm loosely but his tone practically begged for a serious answer. The wind picked up and blew his cloak around him, drying the blood that oozed from his side.

 

Mya really didn't know what to say. You...uh...look like the Reaper I should know? She wasn't quite sure how to answer his random question.

 

Reaper laughed, "Of course I do. What a stupid question." He turned to her, smiling again, "I'm glad I'm just me to you." Reaper couldn't look at the window's again. He whistled sharply and a falcon's cry came from above though no bird flew down. He continued to smile an almost sad smile.

 

Mya smiled back, almost sensing his pain.

 

Reaper walked in silence until they reached the villa again. He gave her a friendly shove, "Off to bed with you. It's late and I shouldn't have kept you up so long. Til the morning little assassin." His smile was genuine as he waved backwards at her as he walked to his room.

 

Mya smiled and waved back at him, feeling tired. She floped on the bed, not even bothering to take off her clothes and fell asleep instantly.

OOC: I'm gonna time skip to next noting if you don't mind.

 

OOC: Sure, go ahead.

 

OOC: Yay :3

BIC: Mya opened her eyes and groggily woke up with a loud yawn. Morning already? Man got to get working again. She jumped off her bed and headed over to the armory in the Villa.

 

Reaper stood outside, gingerly doing stretches. His side hurt a lot more than it would've if he'd stayed in bed last night. His head hurt a lot and he couldn't remember what happened leading up to seeing Mya's face covered in tears. He hated himself and hoped he hadn't done anything stupid. he did an experimental flip and landed semi-okay on his feet, "Well that could've hurt a lot more."

 

Mya placed on her blades, dagger, knives, and some poison. She picked up a scroll hidden in her pouch she hasn't seen. What's this? Looks strange. She shrugged and headed to the tailor to paint her clothes black and red for her mood today, and then stepped outside.

 

Reaper more felt her presence than heard or seen her. His eyes were closed and he was balancing a wickedly sharp blade on his palm. One wrong move and he'd slice his hand. "Not a good morning for you today, Mya?"

 

Mya shrugged. I wouldn't call it bad yet. It's been ok so far. She looked over at Reaper and saw his with the blade. Careful with that.