Hey guys! This is the completed work for one of the stories that I started on Day 11 of my March Writing Prompts. I made an entire world around my assassin character and wanted to explore it a bit more, so here we go! A bit more intro to that entry. The prompt is below.

Prompt: Pick up the object on your right and imagine that it is a futuristic weapon. Write about a battle using only this weapon.

Scarf

I want to tell you a little story about what happened to be a few months ago. I'm going to put this in code just so that if someone finds this, my friends don't get in trouble.

It's amazing how society has changed. How the groups, the packs of people rose to power with lies sweet as honey falling from their tongues. 'We promise peace.' they lied. 'We promise to let society flourish.'

And flourish it did. For all of two minutes. A few seconds later let to quarrel, argument, and finally war.

Fight after stupid fight, the leaders pulled on their power, trying time and time again to show the bigger gun, so to speak. And we, the tiny people, we were dragged into it too. Battle after battle of innocent blood raining down on the concrete. Now today I fight too, standing on the red stained streets of the city.

I'm a voluntary member of the team. It's actually quite a rare thing, someone volunteering for the fight. Drafts are in common these days, and it's the only way to get most of the population to fight. I however, have something to prove. More on that later, I think. I'm telling a different tale now.

My team and I, we specialize in stealth and silence. We're called... assassins, for lack of a better word. In and out murder is what we do, and I've trained under the best for this day. Tonight, we get the leader of an important organization. I've got a personal reason to hit him- he's one of the jackasses that made the public decision to execute my sister.

We started by sneaking into the actual facility. That was the easiest part. On that night, the opposing party, we'll call them the Harbringers for now, they were having a masquerade party. Haven't they seen the movies? I don't care- the cliche is what will bring their downfall. Anyway, we snuck in the easiest way- in plain sight. My partner Adrian and I posed as a couple. We...coerced the original guests into giving us their tickets, and even a vial of blood for the verification. These people are careful, but never careful enough, it seems.

We walked in arm and arm, ready to mingle. My large, elaborate, black feathered mask matched well with my floor length black ballgown. A thick, puffy, black scarf covered my bare shoulders and wrapped around my neck.

On Adrian's arm, I flourished and postured, pretending to be just another one of the guests. High pitched giggles and throaty chuckles at the appropriate moments disguised my contempt for the people around me, but it did little to make me feel better. To the public, however, I was another airhead trophy. In the long run that was all that was needed.

Now Adrian and I stood on the dance floor, encircled in a loving embrace. As the music started, he placed one hand on my lower back and another on my shoulder, pulling me close to him. We swayed gently as I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I just saw his woman leave. Why don't you go put on the charm?" Adrian suggested. His heavy, soothing voice in my ear sent shivers down my spine even as I stepped away with a small nod.

Adrian was right. The flighty blonde that had been on our targets arm was nowhere to be seen. As I peered around, I saw other people noticing his missing companion, and I realized that this could not wait. Someone else might try to swipe him as their own. With small but sure strides, I made my way to his side. A small smile was all it took to gain his attention.

"Hello," I whispered in a way that I hoped was sultry.

"Hi." His response was jovial but clipped, something that I think should have put me on edge. But he was a ruler and a gentleman, and he whisked me off into the next dance. We spent a few moments twirling around. His skill was phenomenal, and I thanked the stars for my facination with dance as a child. After a few moments, I began some small talk.

"I've heard that you are one of the top businessmen in the world," I commented. The small rise of his brows and quirked lip was enough to make me shoot him a real smile.

"Oh?" his voice had changed, more light, interested.

"I admit to coming to your gala with a little business planned. I have a few initiatives that few wish to hear. But I know you are a smart man." I murmured. As far as the crowd knew, I was the daughter of a businesswoman on one of her first excursions in the real world. It was a cover that worked well with men such as him.

"I admit, I am a little curious," He began. "Perhaps we can take this business to another room? Away from the prying ears?" His suggestion was just the one I wanted. I made a show of biting my lip, averting my eyes for just a moment as if weighing the decision. Innocent, new to the game but willing to play. I lifted my eyes up, the decision clear on my mind.

"That would be best, I think.," I mused. "After you then, my liege?" The smile on his face flickered, beginning with a predatory leer and ending with polite joy. He held out his arm and I took it gently. As he led me from the dancefloor, I chanced a small flick of my fingers, the code for success. We were on the move.

He led down a long hallway, a very posh, opulent area with light fixtures attached to the walls that probably cost more than my house and small tables meant only for decoration or to hold flowers. As we reached the end of the hallway, the sound from the ballroom suddenly muted. Why was there such silence in a huge stone castle? Sound should have been travelling throughout the near halls to spread to the world.

"What was your name again?" His voice was light, airy.

I blushed and curtsied, stammering out the words "Elenora, my liege. Elenora Maddison."

"Why haven't I seen you in previous balls?" Too close, it was too close to the mark.

"No particular reason. I suppose I just wasn't ready." I giggled, pretending a nervous tick.

"Hmm," he made a noncommittal sound as we walked. The silence was deafening, broken only by the clacks on my heels and the stomp of his boots.

"Has anyone ever told you how I operate my business?" he said. "Did you hear about what happened last winter at my previous ball?" I put on an innocent face, but inside I was panicking. He had become such a golden target because of the fiasco of the previous year when two of our finest had been taken down. The man was crafty, and dangerous in the worst way.

As we walked, guards stepped out from the shadows and surrounded the two of us. I wasn't able to hide my sudden tensing.

His hand clasped mine gently, and I looked up into his eyes.

"You look like a frightened little rabbit," he whispered to me, smile almost predatory. "Did you honestly think that I would fall for such a trick?" Well no, I just hoped we would have a bit more time. Speaking of, where is Aiden?

"I'm afraid I must decline your offer," he deadpanned. "I often find it difficult to do business with liars." He released my hand and stepped away from me.

The guards came rushing at me in one bulky movement. My target disappeared down the corridor, and I was left to fight off the rest of the men nearby.

"Come 'ere little kitten!" One guard shouted, eyes blazing and mouth frothing with the prospect of fresh blood. He thrust his pikestaff forward, intending to catch my unprotected side. I, however, was prepared. Actress I was not, but I knew how to fight and that was why I was assigned to this mission.

As his staff thrust towards me, I moved, fast as lighting. With one quick movement I shrugged off my large puffy scarf and with the next movement I had it wrapped around the end of his staff. With one twirl I used the momentum of his strike to pull the staff from his surprised hands. As the staff fell, I flicked the scarf and sent the staff flying upwards. The end of the long staff smacked the nearest guard upside the head, sending him reeling backwards, his own weapon dropped on the floor.

As the guards stared in surprise, I let a predatory grin cross my face. This was much more exciting than politics.

The guards decided to actually pretend to be competent- one directly in front of me moved in to attack while another behind me attempted to grab my arms. I waited until the last moment before dropping to the ground, guard one's pole hitting guard two in the chest. I struck quick as a snake, slamming my heeled foot into the back of his knees to make him collapse to the floor. It was a good thing that I had worn a very loose dress- while it was picking up dust and blocking my mobility, it was much more functional than the other possible dress which was just as black but hung thick and heavy with unnecessary weight.

As I thought that, I grabbed one of the pike staffs from the floor and jammed the pointy end into the guy behind me. The guard dropped to the floor like a stone, spitting blood. One guard left; easy pickings. I threw the pike staff at him as a distraction, and when he blocked it with his own weapon I wrapped my scarf around his weapon and pulled it bodily from his hands. He was left staring at me with shock until I slammed his head into the nearest wall.

"Now where is my prey?" I whispered, brushing dust from the bottom of my dress. I started down the hallway where he had gone. As I turned the corner, I watched as a cloak wrapped around the end of another long hallway. Without a second thought I sprinted down the hallway. As I did, I felt one of the tiles beneath me depress slightly and I narrowly avoided twenty projectiles that appeared from the wall at face height.

I surveyed the area. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, pointed the wrong way. As it swung back to the right, another twenty projectiles appeared that I narrowly avoided. I flung my scarf towards the hanging lights, and as the next set of projectiles came down the hall I swung forward, using the momentum to turn around the corner. This hallway was much shorter, and led to a single door.

Why not open it? I thought to myself, flinging the door open. It revealed a sitting room furnished with an armchair, a cosy, warm fireplace, and a small table. In the chair I could make out a head of hair Without a second of hesitation I scrunched the scarf in my hand, reached around the chair, and pressed the scarf to the person's face. As I looked down, however, I saw not my prey, but Adrien staring up at me with wide, pleading eyes. They screamed for me to run.

What? What the hell? No, that was not supposed to happen. Was this really Aiden? There was no time to wait, I had to save him. A strange compelling filled my body, and without hesitation I knew I needed to save him.

I reached down to cut his bonds, but as I did, I felt the cold, hard press of a gun against my bare shoulders. I stilled, hands hovering above Aiden's body.

"You know, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself," the familiar voice of my target muttered. "They always get through the guards! What's the point?"

I heard the click of a gun, and then knew nothing more.