The Entrance to the Super Secret Skywalker Diamond Mine [evening]

[momslilassassin]

Ben really wished he had a cigarette, even if it wouldn't stay lit under the rain cloud that seemed to have followed him around for most of the day.

It had certain been a busy day, with seeing Ender, catching up with Seifer and totally doing Things with Tony's ex...granted, there had been an exchange of goods for, ahem, services rendered (and not

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[glacial_witch]

Karla was fleeing, fleeing as she'd never run before. Even though she had just fled into the church not so long ago, after the commercial break--and the other cut scenes--she was running again.

Somehow, that dark figure--the one from the nunnery, the one she was so desperately, desperately afraid of--had found her again. And so she ran, ran a way that seemed oddly familiar even though she'd never been here before, surely.

"Help me!" she cried out as she ran, praying to the Virgin to protect her, to have someone hear. "Please somebody help me!"

[not_a_parakeet]

The shadow had had for himself a... lucrative evening, thus far. But there was work to be done. Always work to be done.

And this particular target was screaming. Beautiful, beautiful screams that sang in his mind and made him laugh out into the night.

But that laugh might as well have been the wind, and that shadow... that shadow was your eyes playing tricks on you. Just a motion blur applied too heavily as a camera panned along through the poorly lit night.

The poison-tipped blade that embedded itself in the sand beside the target's feet, however? That was very real.

[glacial_witch]

The almost silent thrumm of a blade as it hit the sand was still audible to Karla's ears and she screamed again and ran faster. Up the hill, around this tree, faster faster faster!

"Whyyyy are you chasing me?" she screamed backwards over her shoulder.

[not_a_parakeet]

"It's nothing personal," said the wind, snatching up the blade from the sand and streaking through the shadows again. His voice was nothing. Only your imagination.

If your imagination was a nightmare born out of several days without coffee.

"My client offered payment in Americano."

And who was he to turn down Americano?

[glacial_witch]

"Client?" Karla made the fatal mistake of turning around to ask the wind. The camera panned onto a a slight root sticking up out of the ground. In a bit of particularly inspired and creative writing, Karla's foot hit the root and she stumbled and fell.

Somehow, even though physics would seem to dictate she fall on her face, Karla fell over backwards, bringing her hands up over her face.

"No!" She cried out. "Why would anyone want to hurt me? Please don't!"

[not_a_parakeet]

"I don't ask why," crooned the shadow-wind-spectre of death that loomed in the darkness.

Loomingly.

"I don't care, so long as I get paid."

That was the blade of the poison-tipped knife, curiously feather-shaped, glinting in the moonlight.

Glinting.

Still glinting.

Close-up.

[glacial_witch]

And then a close-up on Karla terrified face--or possibly confused, the actress wasn't very good--and on her improbably heaving bosom. "Please don't," she whispered. Her legs were splayed out, the tattered remains of her nun's habit split to show a generous amount of thigh. "Please! I'll do...anything..."

Her downcast and averted eyes and trembling, pouty lips, made it clear just what she was offering.

[momslilassassin]

"STOP!" Ben bellowed, finally pulling himself out of his hipster ennui to give a damn about things like girls not being killed in front of the Skywalker mine where it could cause lawsuits.

[not_a_parakeet]

"Oh, Skywalker," the voice of the shadow-wind-death-spectre-assassin said, mockingly, "I would so delight in taking you tonight, as well," interpret that however you will, "but there are other plans for you."

Glinting. Glinting. Dramatic glinting.

And then that blade, flying toward its target, a single black feather tied carefully to the hilt.

The shadow was gone, now, and the night itself seemed to be laughing. The Angel of Death had done his job and had slipped away into the darkness.

[glacial_witch]

Karla gave a choked little noise and looked down. The top of her habit had been sliced open, only the conveniently hanging scrap of fabric preserving her nun's modesty. The edges of the cloth were stained bright red.

"I think...I think it grazed me," Karla said, before her eyes rolled upwards and she swooned.

Becomingly.

[momslilassassin]

Ben blinked uncertainly--could he ogle a nun?--before realizing that the bleeding was probably important and he yanked off his shirt to tending to her wounds.

As you do.

[glacial_witch]

Of course he could ogle the nun! Did he not see how carefully tattered her habit was? The costuming department had spent whole minutes getting it adjusted just so.

Karla came to with a handsome, shirtless man bending over her. "What...happened?" she asked in a breathy little voice, totally at odds with the exercise her chest was getting.

Honestly, there should be nothing wrong with her breath support.

[momslilassassin]

"You were almost caught by the Angel of Death," Ben said, "one of the Starks' assassins. That's...never good."

[glacial_witch]

"The...Starks?" Karla asked, gazing up at Ben's stunning profile. "Who are they? I am just an orphan, raised by nuns at a nunnery on the mainland before they were all brutally murdered in an attempt to get to me."

It was important that the people just tuning in were instantly caught up with her plotline.

"I can't imagine why anyone would send an assassin after a little...nobody like me."

[momslilassassin]

Ben's eyes were drawn to her heaving boobs ring. "Maybe it's the diamond you wear."

[glacial_witch]

Karla clutched the ring on her necklace and gasped. Because she was surprised you, see. "My diamond? What does that have to do with anything? I mean, sure, it was the one token my parents left me when they abandoned me at the nunnery and the Mother Superior was charged to never, ever let me lose it, but how could that possibly be important?"