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My name is Lois Fortney Evlin. I am an Assassin.My name is Lois Fortney Evlin. I have done terrible things. I am an assassin. I kill for money in the service of lords of chaos. I have betrayed the people I loved, left people with nothing but the clothes they stand in and I have more blood on my hands then in my entire body. My name us Lois Fortney Evlin, I have done terrible things. And I have absolutely no regrets.My name is Lois Fortney Evlin. I am an Assassin. by ~misunderstoodshark
I live In Amarath, the capital of my country, Zared. We are ruled by our young, arrogant king Johan, At only 23, he sits in his golden throne, completely naïve of the seething, blood stenched underworld of his kingdom. That underworld is where I find work.
The sky is a deep shade of blue, scattered with clouds that look like when you drip paint into water, perfect for lurking in the shadows. I can tell it’s around 10 o’clock by the large, black clocktower that swims into view, although it’s hard to see whilst at the speed I am going. I am speeding through the dirty backstreets of
SuperWhoLock: Introductions“You. Both of you have been away. For a long time. In a place you wish you never saw, somewhere dark.” Sherlock said, eyes slightly squinted, hand under chin.SuperWhoLock: Introductions by ~misunderstoodshark
“What?” Dean asked, stepping closer to Sherlock, slightly agitated but not letting it show.
“But you were saved.” Sherlock added, looking straigt into Dean’s eyes. Suddenly Sherlock struck his arm out to the left, where Castiel was looking, confused and dazed, by the TARDIS. Sherlock never broke eye contact with Dean. Sam, standing behind Dean, uncrossed his arms, in intrigue and annoyance. “You trust him. A lot, but it took a while.” Sherlock broke contact, and turned away. He began to walk around the TARDIS, feeling all the buttons, whilst the Doctor silently objected. “Perhaps because you lost someone. When you were young, maybe. Someone important.” John became aware of how adjitated Sam looked.
“Sherlock.” He said, touching Holmes’ arm in a si
The 73rd Hunger Games (Jades'S Games) CHAPTER 1818The 73rd Hunger Games (Jades'S Games) CHAPTER 18 by ~misunderstoodshark
Beau, Polly and Layona all stand in a vicious circle, back to back. Looking for more. I realise who they looking for. Mouse. I have no idea where she is, and neither to the female Careers, so they look around frantically. They probably think I’m dead from the wound Polly inflicted, but she didn’t hit hard enough. Soon, the Careers will notice there is no cannon and kill me. All of a sudden, a white flash shoots across my vision, hitting Beau in the chest. An arrow. Coy’s arrow. Beau drops to the ground, to her knees before falling on her face, her blood leaking into the snow. Layona and Polly, now realising Mouse in somewhere in the trees, and with a long range weapon, flee into the forest around us. As soon as they leave, I hobble up and over to Kara’s body. She’s unconscious, but I have not yet heard her cannon. I sweep away the blond hair from her face and look at the large, bloody wound inflicted on her. She’s not gonna live. I am