I lay in bed pondering what to do next, now that the clan was under my control I had several new responsibilities. As the leader, I was meant to be the toughest and wisest in the clan. I was far from the toughest so finding somebody to train me should be a priority, but I also couldn’t act only n self-interest, the rest of the clan also needs attention since Voss – my loyal dog – neglected his duties and the clan is thus rather vulnerable. Some of the other gangs want to take us out and claim our territory, there are politics behind it but I’d rather not worry about politics right now. I suppose the best thing to do for now is fix the problems that my predecessor left for me, strengthening myself follows stabilising the clan.
With that in mind I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Suddenly, my eyes shot open and my instincts were screaming danger, I rolled to the side just soon enough to dodge a knife that stabbed into the now empty bed. I rolled straight off the bed, my mind was oddly composed and I reached for the gun hidden under the bed to arm myself, disabling the safety as I brought it towards myself.
The assassin appeared around the foot of the bed. I pointed the gun in his general direction and fired a few shots, only two shots hit him; one in the shoulder and one in the leg. He flinched at the pain and tried to jump on top of me as a desperate last attempt, thrusting the knife towards my chest.
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I raised an arm to block the knife and received the blade with my forearm, as the blood leaked I fired three shots at point-blank into his gut. He curled forward in pain, letting go of the knife.
I headbutted him in the nose and then threw a punch with my wounded side, throwing off me and onto his back. I rolled with him, ending on top with the gun still in my good hand.
He tried to grab me on my injured side, I stabbed his arm with the point of the knife that was sticking out the other side of my forearm and then shot him in the face to finish the job. His body went limp as he died.
A few seconds later Mr Wizard kicked the door open, armed and ready.
“You’re late.” I grunted, irritated by his tardiness.
“I came as soon as I heard the gunshots, sorry for missing the intruder.” He said apologetically, still a little short of breath as he glanced at the corpse, “I didn’t know you were a necro-”
“Not. Now.” I hissed, unamused by his attempt to be funny, “Get me instructors, ASAP.”
“Understood. I’ll pull up some of my old contacts, I’ll report to you at lunch, that’s the earliest I’ll have any replies for you.”
“Good, do you need anything before that? I want the best,” I asked, knowing what would be required of me in the future.
“No, my contacts will need nothing more than my word.”
“Good… now get going.” My mood had improved slightly at the promise of quality trainers.
In this short incident, I came to understand that training myself was probably the most important thing to do right now. I survived this attempt on my life through a degree of fortune and instinct, next time I won’t have as much luck.