Remorseful, A tale of a guilt-stricken assassin Options

[Axlynch]

What do you call a man who kills for money, not because he wants to, but because it's the one thing he's good at? What do you call a man who's dreams are haunted each night by the faces of his victims and yet he cannot stop killing? You call him a gentleman. A gentleman with a problem that has no solution. He kills because he must. In order to be granted life, he must steal it from others. He is a man of remorse, and for him there is no escape...

I've been working on this for that last couple of days and thought it deserved posting. However, I can't write two stories at one time so I'd like whoever reads this to read the "Tale of Axl Lynch" and tell me which I should continue. I'm really liking this one so I couldn't decide. I'll ask that a moderator close the one that isn't chosen. Now, without further ado, Remorseful.
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Ah, home at last. I thought to myself as the city gates came into view. I had been on the road for the last three hours and to finally see my destination appear was one hell of a relief. From the Imperial City to the county of Cheydinaal I had traveled on foot, carrying naught but a few select personal belongings including my ever-reliable set of twin silver daggers and my vast assortment of magical rings and amulets. I was clothed completely in black, featuring the trademark black outfit of the Dark Brotherhood hidden by a black traveller's cloak.

The previous few weeks had been quite rough for me in the Imperial City so I decided to move back to my hometown of Cheydinhaal and settle down. Of course, in order to do that I'd need money, one of the many things I was considerably short on. The plan was to do a few high priority, high paying jobs for my former employer and then retire for good. However, plans such as this are very rarely executed as expected.

"Good afternoon, traveller." I was greeted by a guard just outside the gates.

"Good afternoon, sir. Would you mind opening the gate?" I asked, never even turning to face him. As the gates began to open I walked through them, looking around to see the beautiful white buildings among which I'd spent years of my life. I looked at the great chapel, remembering a particular game of hide and seek which ended up sending me down the path I follow today...

"Alright, here are the rules:" my friend Palcus had always been the one to explain the game. "you find a hiding place and you hide. One person, who will be selected at random, will be looking for you. If that person finds you then you make a dash for the chapel, trying to avoid being tagged by your pursuer. If you reach the chapel without being tagged then you're safe, if you're tagged before reaching the chapel then you are now 'it' which means you are now looking for everyone else. The only rules are these: you may not leave the city and you may not enter any buildings." Everyone nodded in agreement and smiled in excitement.

"When do we start?" I asked impatiently. Palcus glared at me.

"You're it...begin!" He yelled, pointing at me. Everyone took off and I stood there waiting for them to hide.

After nearly two minutes of waiting I began my search. I soon noticed that every time anyone would see me they would make a strange noise. I guess the others told them of our game and they were alerting them of my presence. It didn't take long for me to find the first of the players. She was hiding amongst a cluster of gravestones in the cemetery by the chapel. As she took off I began chasing her. She was fast, faster me but I wasn't about to let her go. I bent down and picked of a rock as I ran. Taking careful aim and inhaling deeply I let fly.

As the rock sped toward it's target I prayed that it strike true and, alas, it did. It struck the girl square in the middle of her back, sending her flying. I started to smile, and then I saw it...

"NO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I could do nothing but stand there and watch as she hit it. A gravestone.

"Are you okay?!" I yelled, running over to her. I didn't see any blood so I thought she was fine, just unconscious. Then I rolled her over and noticed something strange with her eyes. Her pupils weren't dialating.

"No, no, no. It's a joke, just a...a joke. I mean I really didn't..." I said aloud. "This is bad, I could be sent to prison. Wait, no...kids can't be sent to prison. Who cares, it's bad anyway. I gotta do something."

I looked around, trying to find anything that could possibly help. It was fairly early in the morning and there weren't many people walking the streets so I decided to drop her down the well across the street by an old abandonded house. I knelt and picked up the girl's limp corpse. It was amazing how cold she felt already, it was as if she teleported to Skyrim and back.

After glancing around to see that no one was looking I quickly crossed the street and ran to the well. Dropping the body I lifted the cover from the well and dropped the girl in. I soon heard shouts and laughter echoing out of it. I began to sprint away when everything went black.

When I woke up I was laying on a bed of stone. I quickly got up and took in my surroundings. I was in a dark room with a table and chairs, a book shelf, and a dead man sitting at the table. At least I thought he was until he lifted his head and spoke.

"Hello, my friend. I'm Vicente Valtieri and you're in my sancuary. Well it's not mine, it's Ocheeva's, but welcome nonetheless." He spoke in a creepy tone of voice. I thought that if I ever heard a dead man speak it'd probably sound like that.

"Uh, are you dead?" It was the only thing I could think of to say. He began to chuckle.

"No, I'm not dead. I'm a vampire, have been for three hundred years." I promptly froze in fear. I'd never seen a vampire before and, being a child of twelve years, I definately didn't welcome the idea of meeting one. "Don't be scared, I won't bite. That's why I look like this. The longer I go without feeding the more I look like a vampire."

With this knowledge I gained a bit of courage. After all, this strange vampire seemed reasonably nice. "Where am I?"

"You're in a Dark Brotherhood sancuary." So much for courage. Nearly every ounce of my grey matter was screaming at me telling me to run as fast as I could, but I knew that if I did I was dead. So I mustered what little bit of courage I had left and spoke in a shaky but audible voice.

"Why am I here?"

"You're the one who dropped the body of a young girl down the well, are you not?" How did he know? I couldn't admit it, not even to the Dark Brotherhood. "Ah, I see. You don't want to talk about it. Well, no matter. I have a proposition for you..."

And that was how it all started. I can't say I regret joining, the Dark Brotherhood gave me skills I never would have gotten otherwise, but I'm not a sociopath.

"Hey thar'! Watch where ye' goin'!" Bellowed a large Nord who happened to bump into me.

"Apologies, I wasn't paying attention." I said, making eye contact.

"Ye' damn right ye' sorry!" He said, turning to walk away. As he did I bumped into him.

"What the hell?"

"If you're going to pickpocket someone, do try to make it a point not to pickpocket a pickpocket." I said, returning three of my rings to the bag hanging from my side.

"Huh?" The oaf was obviously dumbfounded. I hate pickpockets, well...except for myself.