A Friend to Die For
By Dwayne MacInnes
Raylondo stood up from the stool and placed the large wooden case upon the seat he just vacated. He opened it up to reveal several vials, flasks, bottles, and strange implements that Jarlis could only guess to what use they were intended.
The assassin then removed his long coat and hat. Afterwards, he neatly folded them and placed them upon a nearby shelf. He took a moment or two to straighten his shimmering, red silk shirt before he returned his attention to the man sitting shivering in bed.
Jarlis continued to find new depths of terror as he watched helplessly as the assassin went about undressing his outer rain garments. Raylondo continuously smiling his amiable smile did not relax Jarlis at all. It only heightened his fears for it revealed the fact the assassin was in complete control.
"Now before your paralyzed mind thinks of it, please do not scream out for help. I really do not want to kill more than I have too," the assassin said in a friendly tone.
The man in bed mentally kicked himself for not thinking of the obvious. Any female or even the smallest babe would have cried out alarm. Yet, he -- a grown and prosperous man -- became too frozen with fear even to contemplate such an action. However, he knew the wisdom of the assassin's words. Jarlis was a dead man and there was no reason to bring anyone else down with him.
"H-how..." Jarlis began to stammer before Raylondo interrupted him.
"How did I get past your guards?" the assassin asked in a calm voice. "I'm no thief to be sure, but I did have to incapacitate your entire body of arms men. Now relax I did not kill anyone and they are not to blame. Right now, they are sleeping from a draught I put in their drinks tonight. However, the small dosage of poison I also added will not kill anyone, but will leave them quite immobilized for the next day and a half."
"W-why..." stammered Jarlis before Raylondo again finished his sentence.
"Why was I sent? Come now. You know your publications have been unflattering to the councilman. Your constant reminders of his corruption have the man desperate to be rid of you and therefore end your posts.
"Brill hired me to take care of it because he still holds his early friendship with you dear. As you know, I am not just a member of the Assassins Guild, but the best and most expensive member. I do special requests.
"Now please do not make that face. We members of the dark brotherhood get that a lot. We do prefer that others realize us as specialized bounty hunters. We just bring ‘em in dead," the assassin chuckled at his little joke. However, Jarlis just sank down in his bed, bringing his blankets up to his face.
"Please do relax. I am here to offer you the form of death you prefer," continued Raylondo.
"What? I don't get it," Jarlis lowered the blankets and peered at the assassin.
With a wave of his hand towards the open case, Raylondo brought the man's attention to its contents.
"I can offer you any means of death you prefer. I have iocane powder. Odorless, tasteless, and undetectable," Raylondo said lifting up a silver tube.
"I can offer you any psychotropic you prefer," the assassin said now holding up several flasks in succession.
"I have a silk pillow stuffed with the finest gosling down to wisp you away to oblivion," Raylondo offered Jarlis the red pillow for his own inspection.
Jarlis could not help be taken in with the turn of events. He studied the pillow and nodded his head in approval.
"That is very nice," Jarlis offered. "Anything else?"
"Surely and definitely. I have the finest bottle of Elven Ambrosia wine I can lace with any poison without disrupting its flavor. I can cook you the finest meal any master chef could prepare using my ingredients here so your last sup will be your best.
"If your whims are of a more carnal manner, I know of certain females who could send you away in the midst of the greatest ecstasy."
"No, no," chuckled the condemned man, "my days of womanizing are long past. Nor could I long enjoy any fine meal you could prepare. My stomach is much too delicate for such."
"Anything you request I am at your disposal. Save of course sparing your life. I cannot afford to ruin my reputation," Raylondo quickly added.
"I wouldn't think of it," Jarlis said. "I think maybe the best would be a sleeping draught with some psychotropic mixed in the Ambrosia. If I can't enjoy those corporeal things you mentioned, I can at least taste them in the dream realm. Then if you don't mind I would like very much to be finished off with this pillow while in the midst paradise."
Raylondo smiled and bowed, "excellent choice."
The assassin began mixing various flasks, tubes, and bottles. Jarlis watched with great curiosity and anticipation.
"I would like one last request," the condemned man asked.
"Yes?" Raylondo said looking up from his work.
"I would like to pen a final letter to my friend Brill. I assume you have some ink in that case of yours."
Raylondo smiled and nodded.
It took only a few minutes for Jarlis to finish his last testament to Brill while Raylondo concluded his preparations.
"Ooh, I can't wait," Jarlis said with genuine excitement.
"I do aim to please," Raylondo said offering Jarlis a chalice of the special brew.
Jarlis took the proffered chalice and drank deeply. Within seconds, he lay upon his pillow with a deep smile upon his face.
"Sleep well," Raylondo said as he lifted the silk pillow.
"So did he die well?" councilman Brill inquired in his own bedchambers.
"Yes, here is evidence penned by his own hand your grace," Raylondo offered the letter to Brill.
Dear Brill, I too remember our younger days and look upon them fondly. A pity we took such varying paths as we grew older. Yours were ambitious and corrupt. Mine were to expose you for what you are. Nonetheless, I thank you for allowing me to die in a manner of my own choosing. I however regret to inform you I did not return the favor. You will find that the ink on this paper will be just as lethal as the death I chose. I can't wait to see you in the nine hells. Jarlis
Brill looked at the ink upon his fingers and then towards Raylondo. Fear began to sink in.
"But we had a contract..." the councilman began.
"Yes and it was concluded. Now the contract I had with Jarlis is also concluded," Raylondo replied hefting the small bag of gems. "Don't worry. Death will come upon you quickly and painlessly. Maybe it would be best if you sit down."
The councilman nodded as he sat upon a chair in his bedchamber.
"I wish you a good-night," the assassin said as he exited the room.
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This page contains a single entry by Douglas Gogerty published on April 16, 2008 2:43 PM.
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