Right about now was a really bad time to be alive. Especially seeing as how the only way out would be rather unpleasant.
DAMMIT!
Ace kicked in another door as he was rushing frantically to the side of the building. The skyscraper, being abandoned and all, should have plenty of space and the large windows should provide enough light for him to have a fighting chance. Ace rapidly places his steps hoping that the shadows in front of him don't suddenly spring to life and take his.
In his haste to bring some sense to Seven, Ace had forgot to look into one key detail about the building. He never checked why it was put out of commission. He found that out in the seconds to come as his foot violently penetrated the floor and made him crash downwards bringing most of the ceiling along for the ride.
Covered in dust and pieces of what a few moments ago had been his footing Ace opened his heavy eyes. Taking a deep breath, he lunged forward with as much force as he could and dashed to a door in front of him. As the wooden frame made a echoing thud against the wall Ace's eyes were blinded by sunlight. Staggering into the sun lit conference room, checking every step, Ace struggled to ease his blade into his trembling hand.
Missed me?
Just as Ace turned towards the direction where the poisonous snarl had come from, he felt one of his ribs brake as he was launched backwards. Luckily, if it can be considered that, Ace felt his head smash against a wall. Sending a low thud throughout the abandoned office complex. Pain, nicking at his nerves, slowly began to set in. Ace slowly lifted his head and looked forward. Waiting for his eyes to focus on the dark figure in front of him. Standing in the middle of the room. Smiling.
Ace hadn't seen Seven in a long time. Last time he saw Seven smiling was when they were drinking ale in a pub in Ireland as Seven joyfully told Ace about his last nights exploits. The room he was in now strangely reminded him of that time. The walls were the same green tone, Seven was wearing the same jacket he had worn that night and the dagger.. The dagger in Sevens hand reminded him of how they had played darts. The dagger. It'll probably be decorating Aces forehead in a couple of minutes. Once Seven gets all his talking out of his bloody system. He never missed the bulls-eye.
I would usually begin by tearing bits peaces off of you with my dear friend here. Said Seven dangling his dagger in front of him. But.. Since we're old friends I'll give you a fighting chance. It's been a while since I've had a decent opponent. Everyone's such a wuss. Seven let out a poisonous snarl.
You expect me to fight you in this condition?
You don't have much of a choice now do you? Plus, facing you while you're at full health would be preposterous. Do you remember who thought me to always have an advantage?
I guess I should be flattered that you had to beat me senseless before you would dare to even show up.
You..! Anger flared in Seven's eyes. Heh.. I'll skin you like the worthless dog you are! Seven postured himself for an attack.
And at that moment Seven made his fatal mistake. He never learned not to show off. As he was about to attack time slowed down around Ace. He collected all the energy he had left. Every last bit. And began a quick stride forward. Arm extended, he grabbed the dagger Seven had mindlessly tossed in the air as a taunt to Ace and watched shock flicker through the eyes of his old friend as his own dagger tore into it's owners head.
Darkness.
For a moment that felt like eternity Ace was lying on the floor on his back gasping for air as pain and sadness pounded at his senses. Seven was never the brightest member. He certainly didn't know when was the right time and place to show off. Ace rolled around to his stomach and got up on his legs. He stumbled slowly towards his friend's corpse. Touching Seven's warm skin made Ace feel sick. He moved away and hurled. There was a bit of blood mixed in. That's never a good sign. He moved back to Seven's lifeless body. He placed one of his hands on the blood covered brow of the dead Spades member while he struggled the dagger out with the other. As he pulled it out he could almost hear the short, curved blade whispering. Carnwennan - the dagger of shadows. Nothing good had ever been associated with the thing throughout the conflict. He looked back at Seven. His cold eyes were still wide in shock. Ace slowly closed Seven's eyelids and moved to the window.
Once the night sets in I'll be ready to go.
