"Truly, Garrett, you may be the world's greatest thief, but you're a lousy acrobat."
Garrett, my half-brother, glared at me under the shadow of his hood. "My profession deals in stealth, not silly flips. You may be able jump over a low chimney, but you cannot hide in shadows, can you?"
"I didn't have Keeper training, Garrett," I retorted, knowing full well I had annoyed him. "While you were lazing about with glyphs, I was learning how to be a proper lady."
He snorted. "You only use that as a facade, Violet, not as an actual way of life."
"No, I use it to my advantage, just as you use your training to your advantage." I continued before he could make an excuse, "Don't try to tell me those door glyphs weren't invaluable during the Prophecy. You would have died, simple as that."
"I would not have died, Violet, and you know it. My skills are too great to need the door glyphs; they were merely helpful, not necessary."
I rolled my eyes at his casual braggery. His words were true, at least mostly, but I hate it when he boasts like that. I might as well brag in turn though, right?
"Well then, Master Thief, we just need to climb up that wall, and then a few more houses and we'll be at our destination." I pointed ahead of us, to where a building rose up into the sky. We were traveling across the "Thieves' Highway," known to most citizens as the rooftops. I pushed ahead of Garrett, grabbing onto the smooth stones and pulling myself up a couple feet, my boots finding impossibly tiny cracks to dig into. I glanced over my shoulder with a smirk, and asked sweetly, "Coming, Garrett? I'm sure the master thief can climb a little wall, so what's keeping you?"
He gave me a dark look, pulling out his bow and plucking an arrow from his quiver of assorted bolts. "Is there any wood up there?" he asked, ignoring my previous question.
"No," I answered after a quick glance upwards. "What, can you not scale this without a rope?"
"You know I cannot climb something that smooth, Violet," he replied through gritted teeth. I had accomplished my mission in annoying him. Again.
"Well then, I suppose we'll have to go another way." I dropped down from my position, landing on the rooftop with a soft thud. I moved quickly to the edge of the roof, looking over the gap between our rooftop and the one across the street below, judging the power it would take to leap over. There was a narrower point farther behind us, but why go back when we could go from here?
"No, you'll just have to climb up and drop me down a rope," Garrett sighed, glancing briefly at me. "You can't jump that, you know," he added in a bored tone.
"Of course I can!" I retorted indignantly. "You may be the world's greatest thief, but I am the world's greatest acrobat."
"Violet," he began in the tone one would use when explaining something to a young child, "no one can jump that. It is physically impossible. The distance is too far, and your legs are not strong enough to get you across."
"Woman have stronger legs than men, Garrett, and mine are exceptionally strong."
"Would you just climb up there?" he growled, jerking his chin in the direction of the wall ahead of us.
"Yes, just a minute," I sighed, then ran to the opposite side of the rooftop. I took a bracing breath, then turned and and raced over the rooftop with all the speed I could muster, launching myself into the air just as my toes touched the very edge of the roof. Garrett made some sort of exclamation behind me (probably of annoyance), but I ignored him. I felt weightless for a long moment, suspended like a star above the earth, eternal and beautiful. The moment ended though, and I dropped painfully to the stony roof. Now I'll have bruises, I thought bitterly, but the euphoria of my almost-flight filled me with too much joy to be grouchy. I lept up and turned to face Garrett, who was staring at me across the chasm.
"I told you, Garrett!" I grinned widely at him. He would probably never let me accompany him on a mission again, but I could think about that later. "I am the greatest acrobat ever!"
No, wait, Garrett, wasn't staring at me, he was staring behind me. Why behind m-
Something pointed and sharp and painful struck me in the back, and I gasped, stumbling forward with the force of the blow. My lungs were burning, it hurt to breathe, it hurt so, so much. Somewhere in the back of my pain-addled mind I wondered how this had all gone so wrong, ever so wrong. I dropped to my knees, my legs giving out beneath me under the weight of the agony. I saw Garrett whip out an arrow, nocking it and loosing it in a blur. I heard a cry behind me, but I couldn't turn to see who-or what, for that matter-Garrett had hit. It was hard enough to stay somewhat upright, nevermind trying to actually look at anything.
My vision blurred as the pain intensified, and I could no longer make out Garrett's dark shape in the shadows on the opposing rooftop. I blinked, desperately wishing to see him, to no avail, of course. I wheezed in a breath of air, expelling it just as sharply when a fresh wave of pain stabbed at my side. I dropped farther forward, my trembling arms the only thing holding me up now.
Soft, almost imperceptible footsteps approached me quickly, and a moment later someone lifted me up gently, leaning me against their chest. My eyes fluttered open, and I made out the hazy image of Garrett's concerned face peering worriedly down at me. I chuckled softly despite myself, closing my eyes again.
"Never seen . . . that look . . . on your face . . . before," I rasped out hoarsely, and I felt his arms tighten very slightly around me.
"That was so stupid, Violet!" he hissed angrily. "Why? Why would you ever do that?"
"Make you . . . proud," I whispered.
"You idiot," he growled, and I caught the note of pain in his voice, "You don't need to kill yourself to make me taffing proud. Who else could have tracked me down, Vi, just because I mugged them?"
"Took . . . my locket," I murmured in reply, surprised to find that the pain was fading. But I was so sleepy now, and everything was so foggy and dark. It would be lighter when I woke up, I was sure. Yes, definitely. I should sleep, then everything would be better.
Wait, doesn't that mean I'm dying? Wanting to sleep? I couldn't quite remember, my mind was so muddled with pain.
"G-Garrett?" I whispered, "Am . . . I . . . dying?"
There was a pause.
"No," came his chopped reply, "no, you are not dying. You are waiting for your stupid brother to find his healing potion."
"You didn't . . . bring . . . one."
"I didn't. . . ." he trailed off, then growled. "Of course, the one, single time I don't bring one, is the one time I really need one. Of course."
With a great amount of effort, I reached a hand up, clutching at his shirt to get his attention. "Goodbye, Garrett," I murmured, flicking my eyes open once more. "The Builder will . . . take care . . . of me."
I sagged against him, closing my eyes and sighing softly. I drifted into nothingness, left with no more feeling, no more warmth, no more anything.
Violet Blackheath, Lady Violet Blackheath, the wonderful, crazy woman who was his half-sister, was dead. And he couldn't do anything about it. The dead cannot come back, after all. Not truly. They can be reanimated, empty shells of former beauty, of former life; horrible, unnatural, sad abominations.
Garrett had seen people die before, many, many times. He had killed plenty of people, too, and seen whole villages of people slaughtered, massacred. He had lost his parents when he was a little child, hardly knowing them enough to miss them.
But Violet was different. She was his blood, after all, and she was full of life. Witty and sarcastic, like him, not afraid to get dirty, and certainly not the least bit frightened or awed by him, the greatest thief the world had ever seen.
And now she was gone.
Garrett had seen people die before, many, many times. He rarely shed a tear though; in his profession, he didn't make friends to cry over. But Violet was different. She was his blood, and his companion, his partner-in-crime, as they like to say.
So Garrett cried. Silently, yes, and alone, of course, on a windy rooftop, holding the cold body of Violet Blackheath, the greatest acrobat the world would ever know.
A/N: So, here's my first uploaded fanfic. I don't usually write in first person, so forgive me if something seems off. Also, please tell me if you find any mistakes, because I edited it myself, and I'm sure everyone knows how that goes ^^;
My brother and I absolutely love this game, so now we just do little roleplays with the characters and some OCs. I created Violet, in case anyone doesn't play the game and therefore doesn't know :3
If Garrett seems somewhat OOC, it's because he was quite fond of Violet, even if he never liked to show it. She was his little sister (okay, half-sister), after all.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed it! And review? Because I luff you?