Kind Regards

Posted: October 17, 2012 by Arushi in Original Fiction
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Last night, I ran with an image that was stuck in my head. It turned into a tiny story. It is also kinda violent. Just thought I’d warn in advance.

Kind Regards

Micara sat cross legged on the floor. Her head was bowed, her eyes downcast and her disheveled hair shielded her face from prying eyes.

“Get up!” the man shouted as he banged on the cell bars. Micara remained in place.

“Get up!” he yelled, slamming the bars again with the end of his spear. Micara finally raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes were a pale gray and the man flinched at the sight of them. He remembered another girl who had had the exact same eyes.

Micara slowly rose to her feet, back straight and hands clasped behind her.

“The boss wants you.”

She simply waited while the cell door was unlocked and then stepped out. She did not fight, she did not try to run. She knew this place like the back of her hand but she did not wish to leave. Not yet.

“How many men are here?”

He raised his hand to slap her and then thought better of it. Probably because the ‘boss’ wanted her.

“Why do you ask?”

“It is not like I will ever escape. Will you not tell me? After all, soon I will meet them all.” Micara answered and the man laughed.

“You’re a brave one.”

Micara waited and finally he spoke.

“There’s only twenty men that you’ll meet. By then, if you’re still alive, you’ll be thrown into the river.” He expected horror, terror but all her got was mild curiosity from the girl.

“Will you tell me their names? Maybe what they look like. It’s only fair I be warned in advance.”

“Are you some sort of spy?”

“Who would let a woman be a spy?” she snorted and he guffawed.

“That’s true enough.” Then he named them all and added in some details about their looks. He tried his best to scare her but nothing worked and she only nodded in thanks as they reached their destination.

All the men she wanted were here. It was a rare sort of luck.

Micara went into the boss’s door trying not to smile and ten minutes later she walked out wiping her hands of blood. The man stared at her and then at the knife she had buried in his chest.

“No one would let a woman be a spy, but we do make great assassins. That was my cousin whom you threw into the river last month. She sends her kind regards.”

  1. Sarah says:

    I liked your short (short!) story. 🙂

    I don’t want to think too much about what happened to Micara’s cousin but she is definitely a cool, kick-ass chick.

  2. […] have been thinking a bit about Micara. The assassin I wrote about in Kind Regards. I figured I’ll share another short about her. This one is less focused, and gives more of a […]

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