Thread: You must be mistaken (Aine x Wander)

Excerpts from the telephonic conversation between the assassin Xangor and the Polomark of the Badle Polomark Why havent you killed her yet? We specifically gave you the address! Xangor I do not understand. I have her bound to a chair. Polomark How long have you had her bound? Why did you not kill her? Xangor You know my rules. I was getting her to confess. I have had her bound for ten minutes now. Polomark But we just received another email asking for higher ransom...that means....you have the wrong person! Xangor What? Youre telling me that now? Polomark I realised that myself. Tell her that it was an identity mistake. She has not seen your real form. Pay her money, it shuts people up and she will forget it when she is slightly rich. With this, the polomark hung up and left Xangor in a state of trepidation. How was he to tell the polomark that he had already shown her his true form. How would he tell him that he had already mentioned the Badle to her? Why do I always manage to act so hastily? Thought he, Now I have this girl upon my hands who knows about us and who has seen me? I cannot kill her, it would kill me to take the life of such a beautiful girl and who is innocent about everything. I will not make her the scapegoat of my mistake. I will have to apologise to her. Although I doubt she will ever trust me to actually accept it. It is hard trusting someone who has just beaten you to a pulp with their bare hands. The Badle assassin turned around and this time his expression which always bore a diabolical menace was now laced with compassion. He came forward before her, his strides still long and magnificent as he bent down onto his knees and gazed up at her. I am sorry, miss it seems there has been some identity problem here. Said he with a sigh. He went up to the cabinet and picked out a swab of cotton and some anti-septic. Spilling some onto the cotton, he dabbed her marks and wounds with it and could see the pain with the contortions of her physiognomy and the wincing shrieks. Then, he decided that it would be best to be honest with her and tell her the reason for her condition for even though Xangor was an assassin sworn to protect his people, he was a just Badle. Look, we are a different species of beings. We call ourselves Badle and we are shapeshifters. We can turn into any creature and beings at will. He said as he stood up and closing his eyes, pressed the rune upon his chest. It glowed an illuminating blue and covered his entire body and he appeared as if he were being electrocuted. Then, a flash and blue smoke and right before her eyes was a beautiful tabby cat with lustrous black fur and deep vertical yellow eyes as it jumped up into her lap. You see? We just hide from humans and we do whatever we can for survival because our numbers are very less and the humans would kill us off in fear of our powers. Someone used your laptop and your already logged in email to send an email to our highest authority, the polomark and blackmail him. Xangor jumped off her lap and then turned back into his human form, his bare muscular chest visible in front of her as he unbound her restraints. And continued to dab her wounds. Please forgive me, it was an error on behalf of my people and an evil on behalf o one of your friends that got you here. Said the assassin.