روايات وقصص ضمن Blind Assassin By Margaret Atwood

"The only thing I'm worried about is how much of your pathetic blood is going to stain my clothes when I get free." That earned me another low laugh that crawled under my skin and set every hair on edge. "Feisty. I like it." The gun dragged lower, past my throat where my pulse hammered down the line of my collarbone, between my breasts... and went lower. Then it stopped. Right at the waistband of my leather skirt. My stomach clenched, a cold dread pooling in my gut. My hands burned from the ropes digging into my wrists and every assassin instinct in me screamed to snap his fucking neck for even thinking about touching me there.

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

“You didn’t send a call. But you leaked it. And now the dark knows where you are.” Althea’s blood ran cold. Umbra rose, stepping between her and the room’s far corner, teeth bared at nothing visible. A shadow shivered against the wall—wrong, misshapen, then gone. Hiraya saw where the dog stared. Her face paled. “You see? Already.” Her voice broke. “Bunso… you’re a hammer. And right now, you swung yourself straight at the one family clever enough to use you as a weapon.”

Like my body has been asleep for twenty years and just remembered, in the space of half a second, exactly what it's capable of. My eyes snap open. I feel it before I understand it — a pull behind my eyes, a shift in the way the room looks, colors sharpening, shadows losing their power to hide anything from me. The hospital room, the hooded figure, the falling blade — all of it comes into focus with a clarity that has nothing to do with my old, ordinary eyes. The assassin freezes mid-strike.

The impact knocked her to the ground on top of her brothers. She was having trouble catching her breath, but she could clearly see the assailant had tossed the gun and run away into the darkness. She felt herself being moved; she felt this numbness spreading throughout her body. She did not really feel any pain anymore. She could hear voices screaming and she strained to hear and understand them. She knew her brothers were yelling her name, and Jay had reached them and had his hands pressed against her chest. She just did not feel anything. Her last thought as she faded into blissful darkness was, she was happy her brothers were okay.

Ami sighed and began her story. Ami had been traveling through unfamiliar territory for days now. She was in a dense spruce forest trying her best to stay undetected from any would be predators. It was forests like these that a being like her was hunted by the shadows of a distant world. She had been careful and yet she knew she was being watched, she had seen their white pupilless eyes watching her, their claws twitching with the need to kill. "Come on Ami, just a little further and they'll lose interest." Ami spoke to herself trying to calm her heartbeat as the shadows weaved in and out of sight. "Their just trying to scare you, they want you to run." She whispered to herself once more as

But right now, I did know that Aspin had to die. I kicked his chest and pulled my wrist from his grasp. He tried to hold on tightly, but I twisted and kicked at his head, hoping he would let go. My foot made contact with his head and he grunted. I panted heavily, adrenaline now pumping through my veins like a heard of horses. I was hoping that when he recovered, he would be in fear. That he would see the monster I was and realize he had made a mistake. But in the end he just laughed, dark and manically. He laid out of the ground, his face in his hands. The sight was truly unsettling. I could feel the unease crawl through my body, making me itch under my uniform. This bastard was no ordinary

Now I had an advantage. “Love, in the end we are all murderers” He purred behind me. Suddenly pain erupted in the back of my skull. As dots flashed in my vision. I gave one last glare towards the henchmen who were still watching from afar. One of them, a male with startling sapphire eyes stiffened taking a few cautious steps forward. He appeared to be talking to the leader above me. Though with my ringing ears all I could see was black spots as they conversed before being engulfed in the claiming blackness. Maybe we should of left before the ball...

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

As we began to loose consciousness, I watched the woman walk over to were Margaret had sat herself up against the wall. I watched as Margaret raised her hand, awaiting assistance, but her expression quickly turned to despair. Suddenly, a deafening gunshot echoed through the room, and Margaret's arm fell lifelessly to her side. The last image etched into my fading vision was a bloodied hole in the center of her forehead before darkness engulfed everything.