Sithis is Not

[b]And here's the next chapter, done by Gregzilla, TheDoctah and me.[/b]

[size=4]Chapter 5: Sithis Is Not.[/size]

Mary had done some things she wasn't proud of ever since she became an Interference. Killing the defenseless was one of those things she had managed to avoid. Not anymore as she witnessed the body of an old Nord woman fall down, her tanto sticking out from the side of her lower chest area. The ninja grabbed the body, stopping the corpse from falling and dragged it towards the bed. "Grelod the Kind? More like Grelod the Tyrant!" She scoffed as she removed her tanto from the corpse of the old woman. Mary used the sheets of the dead Nord woman, Grelod to clean her weapon and sheath it. She pulled out the sheets from under Grelod's corpse and closed her eyes, hoping to keep the body's state long enough for her to leave the city of Riften.

Mary opened the door and closed it quickly then walked out of the orphanage. Once outside and a short distance from the building, the ninja ran at full speed. She took the quickest route that let her easily reach the main gates of Riften. "I am leaving."

The two city guards standing besides the gates nodded and the guard on the left side opened his gate to let Mary through. She ran out of the city and continued running. The ninja had done what she needed. All that was left was to meet with the one who "hired" her in a sort of way.

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"The deed is done." Mary said as she walked up the stairs and looked to her right. She was staring at an Imperial child, a boy with very short, dark brown hair. Behind him was a circle of candles that surrounded a skeleton, a heart, some flesh and a book with a dagger on top. "Grelod is dead."

Silence for several moments as he looked up at her, eyes widened. "R-really?" He was overjoyed. "Wow!" He was jumping up and down in joy, ignoring the dead body. "Someday I want to be an Assassin, so help lots of kids! Just like you!"

Just like the orphans in Riften's Honorhall Orphanage probably were, this little boy in Windhelm didn't care what the Dark Brotherhood did, just that they were so good to him now, did what he asked. "Thank you, thank you!" He finally calmed down after a few seconds, taking a breath and sitting down. "I'll go back to the Orphanage in a little while. Wait for them to... you know... clean up the mess." He reached into his red shirt, pulling out a green plate. "Um... here. This is from my family. I want you to have it."