The night, this darkened night, with clouds hindering the weak star light from illuminating the streets of Rome.
This night, this night of quick and sudden death. How would it end, and who would be alive to see dawn?
The unseen assassin followed Filius trough the streets of Rome, with Filius unaware of what would transpire.
Filius approached a seldom used backdoor to the Senate, he hesitated. Is this right? Should I do this? Should I betray my father?
Then he felt the heavy weight on the belt, the bag of gold, his pay for this, and more afterwards would he get. His shoulders slump and he let out a barely audible sigh. My father have surely gone mad
, he thinks, I...am only doing good for Rome.
As he tries to quell his rampaging conscience.
He went to the door, knocked on it to call the attention of the guard. The job must be done, he thought while gripping the hild of his dagger, it must be done!
As the viewslit of the door slides away the guard cast out a challange to the person who dared to knock on this door. "Who walks there?
"Hail Jupiter, and the Pater Patriea Ceasar! It is I, Brutus. Let me in, I command thee!
"I beg for forgiveness, I failed to recognize you in this dark night.
The door opens and briefly iluminating the dark alley, no one noticing the shadow within a shadow waiting patiently.
When Brutus comes in trough the door, he stabs the knife into the troath of the guard. The guard tries to scream or lift his sword, but fails. As the blood vanish from his body, so does his life and he slumps to the ground.
"A needless life, yet a necessary sacrifice.
" Time to continue this gasthly job...he tought when he feels a jab of pain in his neck, like someone pinched him. He tries to touch his neck, but find to his horror that he can't move.
Up around him walks a small man in dark clothes.
Brutus asks with dread in his voice, "Who are you?
But only get silence for answer.
Suddenly he feels the sensation of movement as he is picked up by this frail looking man and is taken deeper into the complex.