The One Who Couldn’t

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I officially somehow cured my writer’s block and have finally started writing again. It honestly feels great and here’s hoping that it stays that way so that I can keep writing.

Story Stats

Word Count: 847

For:

Wattpad Amino Chronicles

#WACDagger

Prompt

I snuck behind you and put a dagger to your throat. You didn't even flinch. You told me to just take you then and there, but I hesitated. . . why?

Story Type

Fanfiction

Fandom

Fairy Tail; Ship - Jerza

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The One Who Couldn’t

Silence. The very first lesson that her master had ever taught to her when he first started to teach her to become the night. Before the weapons training. Before the hand to hand combat training. Before even the survival skills training. That’s how much her master emphasized silence as an important skill to have in this line of work.

If she were ever too noisy during a training exercise, she would receive a harsh hit on the head with a meter stick. Her master repeated over and over again that a hit from the meter stick during training was akin to a fatal blow from the enemy or even worse being captured. Silence was a necessity if she wanted to survive and succeed.

She is an assassin.

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A deadly and skilled one at that. She is known only as the Scarlet Flash to the general public. Even in the criminal underground, there are very few who actually know her real name. She is in and out before any guards notice that she’s there with her target lying dead on the floor in front of her.

This life of kill or be killed has been all she has ever known for the past twelve years. She hits a foggy wall of forgetfulness if she tries to before that. Eventually she stopped trying and just accepted that this was her life now. It may not be the most morally clean work but it certainly paid well if one knew which jobs to accept from whom.

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The mission that she is currently on, is one of those such well paying missions. She got assigned to kill some rich man’s grandson that knew enough secrets about her client to get them a life sentence. A stupid reason to want to kill someone, her client was basically just saving their own skin. She couldn’t judge them though, she had completed requests that gave a reason much less than that. It was just the life of an assassin.

She crept in the shadows of the large manor where her target lived, her steady hand wrapped around the hilt of her favorite dagger and her other down at her side. Silent as a feather she found her way to the open kitchen window. Her legs tended a little bit and her expression behind her black mask didn’t change as she slipped inside the window quickly and silently.

The moon glistened up in the sky and shone through the window on the empty kitchen. Based on the info that she had on her target, he spent most of his time in his study especially in the late hours of the evening. It would be all too easy for her to sneak into the study, slit his throat and leave as silently as she had entered.

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The door to the study was easy enough for her to find and she slipped into the room. Her silent footsteps made no indication of her entrance into the room. She could see her target’s messy blue locks and hunched over back from over the back of the large study chair. She stepped up right behind him and faster than light, she had her blade pressed against his throat.

“Sorry, it’s nothing personal,” she muttered.

“It’s fine. Take me away from this cruel place,” a deep male voice responded.

She had not been expecting that reply at all. Sometimes her victims begged for their lives or they simply started weeping. This man, he wanted to die. He wanted her to kill him. With such consent usually she would have just slit his throat and been done with the assignment. In and out before anyone even knew she was there.

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Her knife was still pressed against his throat but she couldn’t bring herself to finish the job. Her hand started involuntarily trembling. It wasn’t just the reply that had startled her, there was something familiar about the voice. Someone she may have known a long time ago.

A friend.

“What’s wrong? Haven’t you come to kill me?” The man asked again, his voice resonating throughout the room.

She slowly brought the knife away from his neck and took a few shaky steps backward. Her heart pounded in her chest as her hands started to sweat and the knife clattered to the floor.

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The man slowly turned to face her, his brown eyes dull and devoid of life. His unkempt blue hair obviously greasy blue hair stuck to his forehead. He slowly lifted his eyes to look at his killer.

She was not prepared for the switch. One moment he was depressed and had no will to live and the next, his eyes brightened instantly and his posture straightened. He blinked a few times as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Erza?” He asked in a barely audible whisper.

She froze in her tracks as the familiar voice combined with the familiar face and the fog surrounding her memory became clearer.

And for the first time in years, she forgot about her lessons on being silent.

“Jellal,” she replied.

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Conclusions

It’s super cheesy and I don’t really like it all that much. I’ll probably end up rewriting this at some point when I grow tired of how rushed and weird it is. Once I get back into the swing of things I hope that my writing quality will improve at least a bit.

But yeah that’s my entry for WAC Dagger. I know it’s a little bit late but figured I’d post it anyways. As always is appreciated!

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