a feast fit for a { k i n g } //Assassins

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[/size]I[/font] knew the silence wouldn’t that’s long, not in this place, not when all of us were gathered in the same place, at the same time, in the presence of food. No the silence would be ruined by people greedily eating the food that was served up in front of them.. People will be talking with mouths full, glorious spit would be flying from mouths that were overflowing with delicious noodles. It is not often that us assassin gather in one place to eat in harmony. Well not really harmony- arguments will break out and what seems so peaceful now will seem like a war field in moments.

But right now there was silence. Only I sat in the room. My fingers playing idly with the rim of one empty glass. I had just come home from one of my assignments and my mind was running over the event. I remember the way I had peeled the skin of the man as he screamed, turning him into a bloody blossoming flower. I told him the he was beautiful, that the blooming flower he was a flower that pulsed with grace and beauty- but he didn’t seem to have understood. He had screamed at me, told me I was a monster, a boy who was messed up in the head. I ignored him, of course. He had to die, that was just it. He had to become a piece of art work, that was also essential. After I had peeled his skin from his bones I snapped his neck, and arranged his body in a way that he looked like he was praying almost. Ironic really, I have always been a man of metaphors.

I pull my thoughts away from my latest assignment and back to the presence. My fingers were still playing with the rim of the glass and I pull it away, placing my hands in my lap/ I had been sitting at the table for a few hours now- I knew I was early, much to early, but I didn’t really have much else to do at the moment, not really. It had been a long time since the family had sat together at one table and to be very honest I was not quite sure what to expect. I for one was not very close with all of my brothers, I knew that for sure. But I also knew that the fights that may develop may be fights that dig deeper than a quick nick to the skin. Us assassin were careful with our words, we have learnt to block out abuse, but words of hate from our own brothers? Well that might cause some conflict.

But I was ready.

Eating with the family have always been one of my favourite things, all of us gathered together, talking, being a part of each other… well it got me thinking, was this what it was like to have a real family? Was this what it was like being part of a family? Eating dinners together, talking laughing? I have never been part of a real family before; I was ripped away when I was too young, too young to understand what it really is like to have an actual family. Maybe it was like this, everyone gather around a roast all together, eating… It was everything I have ever dreamed of when it came to family and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

My eyes fly to the door as it opens and people begin to enter. Pulling myself out of my chair I move to greet the incomers. I was ready, ready for the fights, the fun and the memories.

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