JailXun

(sry wasn't online for a time... and I totally lost track of what is going on D:>)

(Nah it's all right)

A purple glow flashed and disappeared on 6's right eye. "Just as it was getting fun...." He divided his rifle until it was in it's original pieces and put it back in his suitcase. He leaned back and enjoyed the ride.

"I got this" 6 said as he flipped back to the backseats. With a precise shoot of his rifle that had enough firepower to go through the humvee's window he managed to hit the driver directly between the eyes. "Bullseye." He whispered.

Through the shadows Bryne moved way too fast that any opponent could hit him, but his attacks where not very precise. He sighed and joined Rex that was falling back. After he reached him he picked a stance where spikes came out of the shadow behind him, they where a bit taller than him and like the sting of a scorpion.

Shadowfallen lied on the roof staring at the sky. "Alex should arrive soon." The assassin whispered.

Julius looked at his boots, then on his shadow, he grinned. Like on rocket boots he was gliding on his shadow towards the enemy. With a quick swing of it he was able to injure two of them.

6 Ignored the waving person for a second. "Allright." He took his rifle and got to Shawn.

6's finger was twitching on the trigger as he saw the person waving at them from the corner of his eyes. -Good thing I recognized it's not someone of the military in time.- he thought. "Raiga, there's someone waving at us over there."

"Sorry but that's a bit too weird for me, and I haven't even got any weapon... I hope you survive." Julius started running, for a smoker he had pretty much endurance. Suddely, as his fingers touched a shadow, he felt something strange, it was like his fingers going through water, and black shadow-like smoke was emerging from them. He nodded and concentrated. Slowly the shadows got drawn from their original source and formed a staff, and then a scythe in Bryne's hand. slowly he got back to his group. "Sorry I ran.... but things have changed a bit..."

6 reloaded his main rifle and gave Shawn's gun back. "Then you can have it in advance, I'm better of with mine anyways... just gotta increase my reloading speed." He jumped from the back seats right next to Raiga. "So.... where we are going?" he asked

"I could ask the same..." Julius responded. "And why the hell haven't I got any weapon?" He shook his head trying to wake up from what he supposed to be a dream.

Julius was still in the library. Now he nearly red every book about combat spells, but yet wasn't satisfied. Dustrain didn't learn spells the traditional way through practicing, his uncle taught him an old long forgotten technique, Julius wasn't sure if it was forbidden. He merely whispered the spiel to his wand after that the runes started to glow blue, then the light faded again.

6 nodded, pulled out the knife of the car's roof, and leaped over to Raiga's jeep. He held up Shawn's gun. "I hope it's ok if I keep that for now."

Bryne shook his head again. "Where the bloody hell am I?" He looked around. -Coud I still be dreaming? I mean there was a lot of stuff to study... maybe I just fell asleep again.- he thought.

"It seems like there's still space in your jeep." 6 yelled from the roof of the car. "Minding me coving over?" he asked Raiga.

Julius scratched his head. "I must have been fallen asleep doing homework again." But then he felt that it wasn't his bedroom floor he was laying on, it was grass. He stood up and shook his head, only to see that there where some other people standing at the same place. "In me bollocks... what the hell is going on?!" Unlike the others he didn't find any weapon next to him.

The ex assassin 6 pulled out a dagger from beneath his jacket and rammed it into the roof, so he won't loose grip, his suitcase was attached to one of his belts with a special clip . He still was shooting while he held onto the dagger. "What could the army possibly want from me... as far as I can remember I was an assassin in the underground scene, and not for political matters..."

6 caught it while sitting on the roof of the car. "Thanks, I just wanted to ask you for a faster weapon, this rifle is great taking out single targets but it's way to slow..." Even through it was a fast weapon 6 took his time aiming, but nearly every single hit killed or wounded the enemies badly. "I never got to ask who those guys are... you know I would feel more comfortable if I knew who I am killing."

The library was dark, except a blue glow coming from the spell section. "This one should be easy to learn...." Julius sat on the ground reading a book about combat spells. The young wizard shook his head. "Such a shame that I had to injure myself on purpose to have an alibi... better not tell uncle about this, he could get angry that I haven't killed my opponent..."

6 leaped on the car's roof and aimed for the gunmen behind Shawn. It was one shot- one kill, but it took him very long to reload. He enlightened a cigarette while reloading, to not loose his calm while aiming.

Julius stepped on his cigarette. He was leaning against the tree with the swing. "I should study right now..." He thought. Then he turned around and headed back inside.

6 sat on a tree watching Shawn, while holding his rifle. "Where did we park?" He asked while ignoring the gunfire around him. "You know I would help you, but I'm an assassin, not a soldier..." He slowly reloaded his one-shot rifle, it was made for precision and not for mere firepower or fast firing.

The smoke danced in the air like shadows on a wall. The ashes instantly fell into the tray after the finger hit the cigarette, slowly the young man raised it again to let the smoke dance once more. The room wasn't very well lit, only a singe candle was burning down slowly,while piles of paper and books stapled on the table. As he red the last dot, he supported his sleepy head in his hands. "I don't get anything... why has italian has to be such a hard language... and why do I have to learn it anyways. He took a deep breath of his cigarette. Seriously, why can't I learn a language that is actually used? French or spanish, both spoken in multiple countries... but italian... the only time I will need it is when arguing with the mafia." He sighed and extinguished his cigarette. He closed his vocabulary book and headed to the big window in his room, the cold light of morning shone over his uncle's little garden, everything seemed so unchanged since he got here for the first time, especially the apple tree with the swing. The young man looked up and remembered how he got here. A young boy, probably five years old pulled a suitcase behind him that was way bigger than him. He seemed lost at the huge airport. He was looking down, to shy asking anyone for the exit. suddenly he ran into an old man with long white hair braided to a ponytail, wearing a leather jacket and jeans."I'm.... I'm sorry!." The quiet, voice of the boy was nearly unnoticeable. "Don't worry." The old man said. "I'm waiting here for my nephew from ireland, he should arrive soon." The boy slowly looked up. "I just arrived from ireland.." The old man raised his eyebrow. "Julius Bryne?" The boy nodded shyly. "So you are finally home... Im your father's older brother, Steven Bryne, but you can call em uncle Steve. "Okay.." The boy said very quiet. In the car he began to cry. "What is it Julius?" His uncle asked. The boy looked up. "I miss mommy and daddy...." The old man looked down sad. "You have to understand, they can't afford to care for you right now, they don't earn so much money..."The boy's tears didn't stop falling. "But I miss them." The old man had to think, then he smiled. "Julius? do you like swings?" The boy looked up, his eyes where red because of all the tears. "I have never been on one before..." The car stopped at the beautiful house of Steven. "We're home... and I have to show you something..." He held his nephew's and and headed back into his small garden. The young boy's eyes widened as he saw the apple tree with the swing. "Can-can I?" Uncle Steve nodded. Go ahead. Julius smiled and turned back from the window to his homework again. "I miss the simple old days..."

6 turned around, his eyes looked slightly different, they didn't change color but somehow got colder. "Who are those guys fighting Ress? The military? You know... I haven't tasted blood in ages..." His voice sounded also a bit different. He shook his head. "Sorry... must be this dark small hallway... let's get out of here fast."