A/N I just wanted to say sorry again. I needed to rethink the plot and stuff.

The sky was filled with different colors, as lights danced across the heavens, and winked out. Three immortals were standing, in a room filled with drunks and partiers.

"So then" One of them said. "This is pretty well done"

He was commenting on the party, and it was "really well done".

"So nice of Void to intervene" another one said.

"Yes. I really am grateful. Of course, we need to find our little elusive enemy" the third one said.

"He wasn't found in the army, and our scouts haven't seen him at all. The sharpest eyes in our organization haven't said anything." The first one said, downing his entire wine glass in one gulp.

"I wonder where he is" Mused the second. Little did they know, the renegade leader of the rebellion was fleeing through the city.

-Line Break-

Running.

Running like death itself was after him. Then again, it might as well have been.

The dark corridor he was bolting down was devoid of light. When he thought of dark, he didn't imagine a long, winding alleyway with no light whatsoever.

He smashed into a bag of something, and tripped. His ankle exploded in pain, and he grabbed it, whimpering.

He wouldn't dare make a sound. Whatever was looking for him didn't need any more of an advantage.

A drainage pipe to his left began leaking water, and the drip drip drip of the water sounded like the war cry of a million men to the fleeing immortal.

He stood up again, limping as fast as he could to get the hell out of wherever he was. His ankle burst into another shower of pain, and he felt woozy from all of that. His suit snagged on...something, and another shred was torn off. He didn't care.

Walking forward, he remembered when he was not afraid. When everything felt like it was going his way.

-flashback-

A massive room, with walls lined with paintings, portraits, and shelves upon shelves of books. At the back of the room was an oaken desk, that was covered with files, folders, and papers.

Before the desk knelt 3 men, heads lowered in a show of respect. The man behind the desk was saying "Yes! We will crush the weaklings. They will be nothing but ants beneath our feet. We have enough forces, and their defenses have a major weak point." He said this with so much confidence, he could've worked as a motivational speaker.

"And I suppose we have nothing to worry about our dear friends?" He asked.

The kneeling man in the middle shook his head. "We are certain he has fled the area. Our best scouts have made sure of it"

The man grinned. He didn't know why he was so worried about this one man. He had heard rumors about him. How he had derailed conquests, and burned cities. He shook his head, doubtfully. There was no way he could have done that, and still not be killed.

Something in his mind nagged him. He couldn't place a finger on it, but it was definitely something huge.

"You are dismissed" The man behind the desk said, and the three men walked out.

He sighed, glancing back at the paper. It was incredibly complicated, filled with battle plans, and weapon blueprints. There wasn't a bit of white left. One of them detailed a huge city, with red dots and X's marked on it. The man smiled to himself. His best spy had smuggled it to him. Maybe he should-

His thoughts were interrupted whenhe heard a muffled shriek outside, and his head snapped upward.

Pulling out a dagger, he made his way to the door. He flung it open, and stepped outside, dagger raised.

There were his three most powerful lieutenants, lying dead on the ground. All of them had throats, slit with a tiny sword cut. The wound itself wasn't fatal, but there was a hissing and bubbling on the wound.

As he watched, the bodies slowly dissipated into nothing but shadow. Then, into nothing.

He turned around, expecting fully to see someone behind him. There was no one, except for a crackling fireplace.

-flashback over-

4 days later, he was running through an alley, fearing for his life. 750 years of world domination, toppled because of one man. He didn't think it was possible.

It was.

He remembered what the rumors said his name was. He remembered the name that echoed in the criminal underworld like a specter. He was on no one's side. A mercenary, working for no pay. The name was…

"Fonias" He breathed.

He realized his mistake too late.

"Yes?" Asked a smooth voice behind him.

He whirled around, a dagger appearing in his hand, only to find nothing.

"Oh come, come. You can find me." The amused voice echoed around him.

All of a sudden, directly in front of him, the wall shifted.

A cloaked man detached from the wall, landing nimbly on the ground. His cloak shifted colors, until it was a midnight black, matching the color of the alleyway.

The man was just about to shriek in terror, until he felt a constricting hand around his throat. The immortal's ragged clothing flapped in the wind.

"Now, now. Let's not ruin the moment by screaming" A dagger flashed in his hand.

The dagger was made of an obsidian black metal. It was as if you could walk into it, and be lost in the blade forever. It radiated fear, and made the man shiver. The blade glinted in the moonlight, making it look like a pool of darkness.

He whimpered in the man's grip.

The man spoke "Well now, this is an awkward predicament. I can only imagine how you are feeling"

A chuckle escaped from the man's hood.

"Let's see. Fearful, terrified even. Weak, and possibly hopeful. Hopeful that you might have escaped." Another laugh bubbled from the hood.

"You cannot. I always find my mark. My sword always kills. I haven't had a failed kill yet. Though this one was rather close."

The man whimpered, but still held on to the faint hope that he might kill the assassin. In his sleeve, he had a concealed dagger, lined with poison. Maybe, just maybe, he could hit the assassin.

"Okay. This is a little strange, even for me. But I want you to help me." The immortal refrained from grabbing his dagger, interested.

"W-why would you want m-me?" He stuttered.

An amused chuckle, and the assassin said "You have led me on a long and merry chase. Ten men together could not have evaded me, but you have. For that, I want to spare your life, and join my cause. Help me."

The man contemplated this, but always arrived at the same outcome. He would become a lap dog, serving this man for eternity. He would live in constant fear, always knowing that one day, he would outlive his of replying, he flicked his dagger outward, and slashed forward. The immortal was fast. That was for sure. In the time it would take for you and I to blink, he would have already cut you down.

His dagger hit the man, but the outcome was not expected whatsoever. The man before him simply melted into a puddle, turning into a shadow, reappearing behind him, and he felt the iron-like hands still clutch his throat.

"Tut, tut, tut. You didn't even reply! Then again, it has been long since I've actually fought."

He dropped the man, and he lay on the ground, gasping for air.

"You think you don't deserve this?" The cold voice echoed in the cramped alley.

"You think that even after killing thousands of people, you don't deserve death?"

Without even a chance to answer, he was cut down in a second.

The sky flashed with colors again, as the man's life was snuffed out like a candle. A candle, with no more string.

The assassin knelt before the body, studying it. As if on cue, the wound began to fester, and dissolve. The body was quickly eaten away by a potent venom that coated the sword.

As the man stood up, a breeze caught his hood. The hood brushed off, without a sound. The face was one that was not expected. There was no remorse, no sadness of taking a life. In fact, the face was twisted in an insidious smile, eyes glinting coldly.

The eyes.

The sea-green eyes flashed in the dark alleyway. The once warm sea-green eyes, the eyes once so full of love and mirth, now held nothing but a cold determination, to carry out whatever assignment he was handed.

He laughed without humor, without mirth, almost relishing the sensation of stealing a life, and walked out of the alleyway.

The once caring, sea-green eyed, black haired man walked outside, stepping into a black portal, and vanishing from the world.

A/N So, what'd you guys think? Good? Bad? I hope you enjoyed! For those of you wondering, I am combining "The Shattered Hero" and adding in some ideas of my own. Thanks for reading, and remember to review!

aVeryPissedOffDwarf, saying goodbye, for now