Sebille was in a room with a dozen of other females; all of them abducted or
kidnapped. Sebille didn’t remember how she’d gotten caught up in this but when
she'd awoken she had been in the very same room, lying on the floor,
feeling hazy. And it had been the same with the other women in the room. The room
dark and dank; a castle came to mind when she looked around. There were two
doors leading out, and some mixed pieces of mostly broken furniture stacked
into piles to keep them out of the way. The
girls were all afraid, their whispers and wailing echoed in the large room.
On one of the walls there was a large TV-screen, it had been turned on for
some time now. The screen seemed to have a live feed to another room, better lit
than the one they were in, but still similar with it's stone floor and walls.
Even the atmosphere was the same.
A nasty looking little man announced that a game was about to begin, a game
of hunters and the hunted. Behind him were four men lined up. “Your
survival will depend on these men behind me,” he announced. He paused and
Sebille noticed the other dozen females shivering in fear, but she focused
her attention to the screen. “In mere moments, these hired assassins will
hunt you down and execute you.” Many of the girls panicked, others grabbed
onto each other and started crying. Sebille bit her lower lip. She’d been
expecting something of the sort. It was sick and something that should not
happen. You're supposed to hear about these things, not be in them. The
man continued; “You can run and you can hide. You can attack and you can beg
for your lives. There are no rules.” Their chances were slim at best, most
of them wouldn't survive. Heck, none of them might.
Sebille looked at the men on the screen… they all seemed like professionals.
If only Null were here, she thought... The man cheerily resumed his
explanation; “We’re still missing one assassin and the game will not begin
before he is here, so I hope you have the patience to wait just a little
while longer.” As if they had a choice, Sebille's hand shook and she
clenched it into a fist. It didn't shake because she was afraid, but because she
was angry. Putting women, innocent women into this kind of position and playing
with their lives as if they were pawns in some game. Most of the girls were in panic or
in shock and there wasn’t much Sebille could do for them –there wasn’t much
she even wanted to do for them right now. She was rather calm herself, she
felt like there was still a chance for survival, she just needed some time
She started measuring the lined up assassins with her eyes. The youngest one
seemed confident and surely capable, but still inexperienced and unsure. She
knew this because she’d spent so much time with Null. The other two stone
faced ones, however, seemed like seasoned pros and she couldn’t figure out
their personality at all. They were certainly dangerous. And the last man…
he was older and looked gentle, but to her, he felt like the most dangerous
person in that room. She did not want to come in contact with him. He had
bloodlust in his eyes, huge amounts of it. Her chances of survival started
feeling worse with each passing moment. What kind of a man would the last
The door behind the nasty little man opened slowly and a familiar figure
walked into the room and lined up next to the other assassins. Sebille felt
a wave of relief wash over her. Now that everyone was preset, the little man
ended the silence in the room at his end and perkily announced that he could finally explain the history behind his
game. The man continued with his commentary, but Sebille was no longer
listening to him. The girl next to her grabbed her hand and Sebille felt her
tremble. She was the one who’d woken Sebille up and also the one she’d spent
most of her time with in the room. Sebille had been rather calm the entire
time for reasons unknown to even her self, and the girl had taken comfort in
Sebille leaned towards her and whispered; “Listen… this is going to be very
risky but I think there are two ways for us to survive.” That got the girl’s
attention. “It’s up to you if you listen to my advice or not… and I make no
guarantees on our survival.” She nodded “Okay, tell me!” she said, sounding
rather desperate. Sebille couldn’t blame her for her impatience; they were
in a dire situation after all.
Sebille wanted her to survive and continued; “There are two men among those five that might give us a
chance… if we play our cards right.” Her eyes widened “Really?” “Yes, the
first one is the young man… He seems inexperienced and probably won’t kill
you if you beg or invoke his feeling of conscience, or something.” The girl
seemed dumbfounded; she’d thought the young one looked very confident in
himself. Sebille continued; “…but he might not be able to protect you from
the others.” The girl’s morale seemed to drop a bit.
”And the other one…? The old man, right?” “No! Stay away from him! He’s the
most dangerous one... after the tall man.” The girl turned to look at the
screen. Sebille knew people, it hadn’t stopped her from making all the wrong
decisions in the past, but she knew people. And crossing paths with the
elder man would be fatal. He might even kill another assassin to get to his
'prey'. The girl turned back to her;
“The tall man”
“But you just said--”
“I know.” She wasn’t sure how to explain it and her little friend seemed
confused. “He… he’s risky but he’s definitely strong. He can protect you
from the others.” Sebille had noticed
it the moment he'd stepped into that room that night; Null wasn’t quite him
self, he was ready to kill anyone in his path. “There’s NO WAY I’m taking
any chances with him!” Sebille understood why: Null was dangerous and
everyone in the two rooms saw it. He wasn't arrogant looking like the young
one, he wasn't over-confident looking like the two other assassins and he was
certainly not gentle looking like the oldest man in the room. He seemed...
eerie, and his eyes were dead.
“Okay… then there is just the young guy. Listen to me now…” She resumed.
“…Do not trust _any_ of the other three. And pray that you don't run into
them.” The girl nodded and Sebille really hoped she’d take her advice. She
didn’t want the girl do die in vain, she had her whole life ahead of her. “Who
are you going for?” she asked. “The tall man,” Sebille answered and looked at
the screen again. The little man seemed to be almost finished with his
explanation. “What?” she almost yelled and Sebille had to hush her. “I’m going
to gamble my life from now on out… and if I survive, he won’t be happy with me”
she lowered her voice during the last few words. The girl looked at her as if
she wanted to ask something. Sebille just shook her head; "Nevermind that."
The man was still going on and on about his amazing game on human lives, even the
assassins had started to look a little fed up with him by now. A ridiculous,
sick blabbermouth, that's what he was. “And now,
without any further ado: Let the game begin!”
First everyone was quiet for several seconds, and then the women started running around in panic, someone
had opened the doors that had been locked earlier and they all started towards
them. Sebille glanced at the screen again and all the assassins but Null had
already left their room. Sebille’s little friend tugged her, pulling her
attention back to the harsh reality. “What are you going to do?” she asked.
“I’ll stay here and wait… but you should go.” The girl let go of Seb’s arm; her
eyes were wild and she was shaking. “Good luck.”
Was all Sebille managed to say before the girl ran out of the room. Only
after she was gone, did Sebille realize that she never asked the girl for
Sebille was left alone in the dimly lit room. She walked backwards until her
back met the damp wall, and she disappeared, though, only to the best of her
ability. She tried to be as if she wasn’t there. Null had once said she
wasn’t bad but she wouldn’t be able to fool most –if any, of the trained
assassins. This would be all about luck, a true gamble. The monitor had shut
down and the only light in the room came from the bulbs above the two doors.
The other lamp flickered from time to time.
The lighting was poor and most of the room was covered in darkness. Sebille
was perfectly concealed in the shadows, she wasn’t hiding but she wouldn’t
be seen from either of the doors.
Long moments passed in the darkness. She listened to a faint sound of
dripping water from another corner of the room, she didn’t know exactly how
much time had gone by when she heard the first faint scream. The reality hit
her and a wave of fear took over her body for a moment, but she managed to
subdue it. It would be all over if she was afraid.
The other door slowly opened and her heart started racing. Who would be
the first to come? Silent steps led the first comer to the room. It was the
youngest of the assassins. He was a rather small man, probably around her
height, lean built, and quite average looking. He entered the room, failing
to notice Sebille, who was standing against the far wall. As she had
thought: he was inexperienced. His step wasn’t nearly as soft as Nulls and
he was full of openings, even Sebille could see them. He walked across the
room as more screams sounded from somewhere further away. Sebille held her
breath. He didn’t spend
any longer in the room than necessary to cross it. He
So, she was good enough to fool at least one professional… or then he'd been overconfident and didn’t bother to scan the room more thoroughly. Very
possible, when all you’re up against is a bunch of young women filled with
fear. Silence returned to the damp room. Faint, rushed footsteps echoed from
somewhere. The girls were running from their pursuers and there wasn’t much
Sebille could do about it. She couldn’t really think about anyone but
herself, if she did, she wouldn’t survive this.
Then, again the same door opened, interrupting Sebille's thoughts. A man with blond,
spiky hair stepped in. Sebille saw him walk in clear as day, but she didn’t
feel or hear him. He was dangerous and Sebille was afraid her skills
wouldn’t be enough to keep her unnoticed by him. The man walked to the
center of the path joining the two doors, stopped and turned his head to her
direction. He looked straight at her and her heart skipped a beat. Slowly,
he drew a partially saw-edged dagger from his belt. He knew she was there,
he probably didn’t see her but he most definitely felt her. Dangerous, this
was dangerous. Sebille needed to do something… now!
“I wouldn’t do that.” She managed to make her voice come out calm. “Hoo… and
why is that?” He stopped his movement never letting his guard down, and
squinted his eyes slightly, as if trying to see her in the darkness. “I’m
waiting for someone.” “I see, and who might that be?” He sounded curious and
a tad sceptical. “The tall man from the room.” She didn’t know if this would
work but it was all she had. He laughed; “He’ll kill you.” “Yes, I’m aware
of that,” she had to play this out very carefully, his personality had
started to emerge and she was quite sure she could pull this off, if she
didn’t make a mistake. “But if I’m going to die, I want it to be by his
hand,” she paused; “Would you be a gentleman and grant me this last wish of
mine?” “Who would I be granting this wish to…?” Sebille knew what he wanted and
stepped out from the shadows. The light hit her from the side and he could
finally see her.
The man looked at her for a few minutes in silence, while Sebille kept
getting more and more nervous, and then he spoke; “I’ll
honor your wish milady.” He took a little bow. “But there are no guarantees
he’ll come here next… if I were you, I’d ask to be put out of my misery as
soon as possible. Some of us are animals” He grinned but Sebille stayed
quiet. This man was sick and he made her blood boil, but it didn’t change the
fact that he was dangerous. She kept reminding her self that she needed to play
this right. “Are you sure I can’t change your mind?” “I’m sure, but thank you
for the offer.” Ugh! She wanted him to leave. She couldn’t take him much longer,
without saying something extremely stupid, that would lead to her own death. “Well, then… let
us hope you will meet the end you desire, but in case you change your mind…”
he paused and threw his dagger towards her. It barely missed her head and
hit the stone wall, staying in a crease between the stones. Sebille didn’t
move, or even blink. He whistled. “You can use that to end your own life; it
won’t do much good as a weapon against us, so use it wisely.” Finally, he
turned away and left, leaving a ghostly chuckle echo in the room.
Sebille sighed in relief and backed herself against the wall again. That had
been a close one. Her heart was racing from the encounter, she took a few
deep breaths and returned the silence to the room. She’d survived her first
encounter with an experienced professional. The fact that he was
experienced, didn't mean that he was smart. It wasn't what Sebille would prefer
to go through more often but she would gladly survive a few more, if it meant she could
live. She returned to waiting. The cries from elsewhere were fewer. Not
many of the girls remained now, she guessed. She knew she was lucky,
considering where they were and… why they were. She wondered why Null was
there, as she couldn’t understand why he would take such a job. Then again,
she was thankful he was in the castle. She now had a chance of getting out
of there alive -but only if he'd reach her in time.
The same door opened again and Sebille was pulled away from her thoughts.
She hadn’t heard the door move but she saw it from the corner of her eye. At
first, all she could see was a shoe and then, the tall figure appeared from
behind the opened door. The lifeless silver eyes moved to look directly at
her. He’d located her the moment he’d entered the room –no, possibly even
before he opened the door. Sebille stepped forward and let down her guard.
It wouldn’t be any help against him, no matter what was to happen.
Null didn’t react to her in anyway and just kept closing in on her, exposing
his dagger a little more with every step he took. He really hadn’t
recognized her? She knew this was his way of dealing with his work. He’d
locked himself away. His feelings were gone and he didn’t allow himself to think
of anything besides what he was supposed to do. He wasn’t heartless, so this was
necessary… Sebille had wondered how he dealed with what he did and now she
As he approached and readied to slash her throat with great accuracy, she
spoke; “You don’t recognize me, do you…” The blade moved towards her throat.
“…Null?” And he stopped the edge of the blade mere inches away from her
skin. He froze in his half-crouched position and turned to look at her. The
life returned to his eyes.
They stayed in their unmoving state for a good minute, just looking at each
other. There was something in his eyes, something she had never seen before. Sebille hadn’t
noticed anyone else in the room, but someone spoke from the door; “If
you won’t go for the kill, I wi---” There was a sickening crunch and a
dagger in his forehead. The intruder crashed to the floor –dead. Sebille
closed her eyes and turned her head away to avoid looking at the corpse. She
hadn’t seen Null move at all, much less throw the weapon that was previously
at her throat. She looked at Null again, and he’d switched his posture
slightly. Sebille opened her mouth to talk to him but he spoke first, “Why…
I'm not the first to come through here…” his voice low and calm. It was so good to hear him
speak. Sebille's head was empty for a moment, “Oh, the blond man? Yes, he came through here… and greeted me
with that thing, before he left,” she pointed at the dagger stuck in the
wall. Null took one look at the weapon and turned back to her, clearly not
understanding what had happened. But although he didn't understand, he
seemed cold. As if it was her fault that she was there. Sebille smiled a little; “He granted me my wish
of wanting to die by your hand.” Null’s expression turned colder and he stood
up to his full height. “I had to gamble! It was the only way I could make it
out of here alive…” she was a bit desperate but managed to have her voice
sound calm and but a little edgy.
“Later,” was his reply.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her with him; Sebille took note of the fact
that there wasn't a drop of blood on him. He no longer spoke, though she
tried calling him by his name several times. He wouldn’t spare her another glance, either.
Was it that he really didn’t like the fact that she’d risked her life or was
it something else? However, even with Null not speaking to her, she felt safe.
He just had that effect on her, and they weren’t necessarily even close to getting
out of the castle just yet. There was blood in many of the rooms they came
by, everything had gone silent. The only sound she heard was from her own
footsteps, soft thuds on the stone floor. The corridors were filled with
shadowy corners, where another assassin could lie in wait for his prey.
Still, Sebille felt safe.
They entered a room and in the corner Sebille spotted two figures: one below
the other, begging for her life and the other holding a knife on her throat.
It took Sebille a moment to recognize them. The young assassin was trembling
in the slightest and Sebille’s little friend was pleading for him to let her
keep her life. “Please, please… you don’t have to…” And the man was
hesitating. “Null…” Sebille said almost desperately. A throwing knife flew through the air and
hit the knife off the boy’s hands. Looking startled, he turned to look at
where the unexpected weapon flew from. Null spoke; “Take her to safety,” and
grabbed Sebille’s arm again. Sebille was surprised, this was not something
she'd expected him to do, even if she asked. Null turned around and exited the room just as
soundlessly as he had entered it. Sebille turned her head towards them one
last time and yelled; “I’ll see you someday!” They disappeared into the
darkness of the castle.
The two left behind looked at one another. They both though the same thing:"
Who were those two?"