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Easy
Story: Easy
Year: 976 FY
Characters: Ulore, Isshiri, Nolani
Warnings: Violence involving children
Notes: Companion to Sending a Message.
The boy would be in his room this time of day. Probably either playing or finishing his lessons. Most important, he'd be alone. It wouldn't be hard to talk his way past the guards, distract them, send them somewhere else.
It would be easy.
He wove through the palace, trying to act normal, planning how to do it fast. No need for the boy to suffer, just die.
A quick word with the bored-looking guard sitting outside sent him off on a wild goose chase, just as he'd planned. The boy wouldn't be found for at least an hour. Enough time to be sure, and hopefully enough time to confuse the circumstances enough that he wouldn't be blamed for it. Because there would be blame, if he was ever caught, no matter how necessary this was.
He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
The kid had his back to the door, trying to climb up a bookshelf to reach something. He half-turned to see who it was.
He struck before he could change his mind.
He missed.
The blast caught the boy on his right leg, and he fell in slow motion. For a long second, they stared at each other, then the boy started screaming.
He swore under his breath and shot again. Somehow, the boy managed to scramble behind a cabinet. It wouldn't shelter him for long. Hopefully long enough to finish this ugly business before someone else came.
The door shattered, and he turned. The boy had stopped screaming, was just crying, and dammit there was his sister.
She froze for a second, then scrambled back, reaching for the broken glass.
He'd have to kill her, too.
Dammit dammit dammit.
"Wh-wh-what are y-you doing, Uncle?"
No sense in lying to her. She wouldn't live to tell anyone, anyway. Not if this worked. This was supposed to be quick and easy. "Sending a message." He launched fire at her, hoping that he wouldn't miss again.
She dodged, the fire just grazing her back. He felt one of her glass shards slide across his calf. He grunted and shifted his weight to absorb the impact. Couldn't look to see how bad the bleeding was, but she was only a child. It shouldn't slow him down enough.
Maybe I can still salvage this, claim I tried to save them.
A string of fire-darts followed the glass, and he just barely dodged them. She'd been aiming for his hands and feet, clever girl. Have to finish this fast before someone hears.
He snarled and spun a cascading circle of darts at her, hoping one of them would hit something vital and silence her quickly.
It didn't work.
And she mirrored it.
By the time he'd come up for air after dodging, she was half-sheltered by the broken bed. Furious now--this was supposed to be quick and easy!--he gave up on finesse and sparing the children pain and launched fireball after fireball at her.
She left, scrambling for the door. He managed to graze her again--he heard her yelp. He couldn't let her get out, couldn't let her get help, the whole thing was spiralling further and further out of control.
He followed her, desperate to stop her before she reached someone, then felt a piece of glass slide into his foot, between two of the bones. He yelled before he could stop himself, and then she was on top of him. He heard the floor crack as he hit it with more force than it was really designed for. Another shard slid into his neck, and he choked.
And he couldn't breathe.
And he felt cold.
It was supposed to be easy.
Year: 976 FY
Characters: Ulore, Isshiri, Nolani
Warnings: Violence involving children
Notes: Companion to Sending a Message.
The boy would be in his room this time of day. Probably either playing or finishing his lessons. Most important, he'd be alone. It wouldn't be hard to talk his way past the guards, distract them, send them somewhere else.
It would be easy.
He wove through the palace, trying to act normal, planning how to do it fast. No need for the boy to suffer, just die.
A quick word with the bored-looking guard sitting outside sent him off on a wild goose chase, just as he'd planned. The boy wouldn't be found for at least an hour. Enough time to be sure, and hopefully enough time to confuse the circumstances enough that he wouldn't be blamed for it. Because there would be blame, if he was ever caught, no matter how necessary this was.
He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
The kid had his back to the door, trying to climb up a bookshelf to reach something. He half-turned to see who it was.
He struck before he could change his mind.
He missed.
The blast caught the boy on his right leg, and he fell in slow motion. For a long second, they stared at each other, then the boy started screaming.
He swore under his breath and shot again. Somehow, the boy managed to scramble behind a cabinet. It wouldn't shelter him for long. Hopefully long enough to finish this ugly business before someone else came.
The door shattered, and he turned. The boy had stopped screaming, was just crying, and dammit there was his sister.
She froze for a second, then scrambled back, reaching for the broken glass.
He'd have to kill her, too.
Dammit dammit dammit.
"Wh-wh-what are y-you doing, Uncle?"
No sense in lying to her. She wouldn't live to tell anyone, anyway. Not if this worked. This was supposed to be quick and easy. "Sending a message." He launched fire at her, hoping that he wouldn't miss again.
She dodged, the fire just grazing her back. He felt one of her glass shards slide across his calf. He grunted and shifted his weight to absorb the impact. Couldn't look to see how bad the bleeding was, but she was only a child. It shouldn't slow him down enough.
Maybe I can still salvage this, claim I tried to save them.
A string of fire-darts followed the glass, and he just barely dodged them. She'd been aiming for his hands and feet, clever girl. Have to finish this fast before someone hears.
He snarled and spun a cascading circle of darts at her, hoping one of them would hit something vital and silence her quickly.
It didn't work.
And she mirrored it.
By the time he'd come up for air after dodging, she was half-sheltered by the broken bed. Furious now--this was supposed to be quick and easy!--he gave up on finesse and sparing the children pain and launched fireball after fireball at her.
She left, scrambling for the door. He managed to graze her again--he heard her yelp. He couldn't let her get out, couldn't let her get help, the whole thing was spiralling further and further out of control.
He followed her, desperate to stop her before she reached someone, then felt a piece of glass slide into his foot, between two of the bones. He yelled before he could stop himself, and then she was on top of him. He heard the floor crack as he hit it with more force than it was really designed for. Another shard slid into his neck, and he choked.
And he couldn't breathe.
And he felt cold.
It was supposed to be easy.