Sasha The Assassin Part 1

The crowd of people crossed the street rather than walk past her. Sasha loved the fear she inspired in people. Walking along the street of the town market she stared down various people in the crowd and the guards standing watch over the more expensive carts, nobody dared return her gaze. She walked over to a kiosk where a jeweler had fine golden necklaces and other items for sale, the man nearly jumped as she approached.

“Can I help you?” the man stammered. Sasha merely smiled at him, both of them understood she could take anything she wanted and the man could do nothing about it.

“Oh that’s pretty.” Sasha cooed as she looked at a silver bracelet. She closed her eyes for a moment and let her glamour take over. Blood red irises balefully stared at the merchant when she opened them again.

“Please. Do not kill me.” The man whimpered. He waved his hand at his wares, pleading with her to just take whatever she wanted.

“I was just looking around. Thank you.” She said sweetly as she walked away. Sasha spied a free standing building across the street and decided to see what it had to offer. Entering the building she saw cheap pottery and other bobbles on the shelves. Behind the counter three men were shooting dice, she could hear them yelling for different numbers to come up.

“Service here is lacking.” She said mockingly to the men.

“Fuck you bitch. I got a week’s pay on a nine showing up.” One of the men yelled back at here.

Sasha knocked a pot off a shelf and sent it crashing to the ground. It shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces. “Oh I’m so clumsy.” She said.

“You dumb cu.” The man stopped cold when he turned and saw her standing before him, clad head to toe in black, with a black robe covering her upper body with a hood that shrouded her face in shadow. 

“Assassin” the man hissed and grabbed a small knife on the floor near him, the other two men spun around and grabbed knives themselves.

“Boys, let’s not be tense here. I was just trying to get some service and then I accidentally dropped this vase here. I shall make repayment for that.” She finished with a wicked smile as she walked towards the men.  She reached into her robe and all the men flinched before she produced a coin purse and dropped three large coins on the counter. “This should compensate you for your troubles.” She said. The money she put on the counter was more than ten times the cost of the pot.

One of the men stepped towards the money. “Don’t do it, it’s a trap, she’ll kill you.” One of the other men shouted.

“I can kill her.” The man replied, but his actions didn’t seem to back up his words as he didn’t step take another step towards the money.

“You need to quit harassing people little girl.” A voice said from the entrance. Sasha turned and saw a large man, maybe a foot taller than her, standing in the doorway. His arms and upper body were covered in muscles, he was clearly a laborer. His hair was shaved nearly to the skin which was a light bronze his brown eyes stared at her with supreme confidence. “Now get out of here before I have to do something I’d regret.” He told her.  

Sasha laughed. She couldn’t believe somebody could be so foolish as to threaten her. She pulled her hood off to reveal her hair it was cut into a bob it was white except for the sections that framed her face was black. She stared at the large man for a moment as another glamour took hold and turned her hair from a black white combination to now a pink and blue combination.  “Do you have any idea what I am?” she asked the man.

“You’re a slave who knows a couple parlor tricks and you dress in all black to scare people who believe in nonsense.” The man said. He could see the collar around her neck, the one thing Sasha couldn’t control. Right as he talked about it she could feel the blades inside it pressing on her neck. Her master was pulling her leash and she had to obey him, had to go to him. Thankfully she was much closer to his keep than she normally would be so she could bother to banter with this man for a few more minutes without earning a second more painful reminder to see Lord Brown.

“There are three men standing behind me with knives. Yet none of them dare attack me, even with my back turned, why do you think that is?” she asked the man. She gestured as if she was going to throw something behind her back and two of the men flinched, the third threw himself to the floor.

“Cause they are idiots who believe in the boogeyman. Now get you pasty white ass out of here before I have to drag you back to your master.” The man said as he gestured to the door.

“You’re a blacksmith I’m guessing.” She said to the man. “What’s your name? Who could be a man so foolish as to not understand that he lives and dies by my whim?”

“I am a blacksmith, and my name is Arthur and a little thing like you couldn’t kill me. Well maybe if the sex was too good.” He said with a grin.

Sasha walked towards the door. She didn’t kill anyone in the room mostly because it would piss off Lord Brown who hated her even being in public, body counts meant bribes had to paid and he did so hate parting with his money when it wasn’t part of his insane quest to take over the kingdom. “Arthur, I will find you sometime soon and I enter your house and beat the shit out of you. I will make you beg for mercy and if you are very lucky, I will not kill you.”

“Whatever you say little lady.” Arthur replied. He slapped Sasha’s ass as she walked away. Sasha could not believe how incredibly stupid the man was. She shook her head as she walked into the street and then she decided to mess with his a little more, she turned and blew him a kiss. She didn’t know exactly how she felt about him, but she figured that she would have a better understanding of that once she had left him in a bloody heap on the floor of his home.