#no legend

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No Legend - Part 2 || AU Solo (Challenge #3)

AN: Takes place 2 days after Part 1

Elaine drove the scooter along the narrow cobblestone streets of Prague, before pulling it into park in front of the walk-up to the dilapidated apartment building. She and Gregory had managed to secure a month's lease by pawning some of the jewellery she had taken with her. It wasn't much, only a tiny one bedroom flat with a view of another tiny one bedroom flat, but there were no family crests, or grim stark-faced portraits adorning the walls. No weapon cabinets. No blood-stained trophies on the mantle. In short, it was perfect. 

She struggled up the steep stairwell with the surprisingly heavy groceries. It had been her first ever grocery shopping trip, and the choice had been overwhelming. It had taken her nearly half an hour to decide which type of washing detergent she wanted to buy. Making her way through the door, she saw her new fiancee leaning against the counter, his back to her as spoke in a hushed tone on his disposable phone. With practiced stealth she silently crossed the room, placing the overflowing bags beside the fridge. "Yes, I understand." She heard him say, as she quietly climbed upon the counter behind him, followed by a more determined, "I'll take care of it." 

"Take care of what?" She playfully queried, her lips suddenly beside his ear. She felt him stiffen against her, before he turned and greeted her with sly half smile she had come to grow so fond of. "Why you, of course." He answered sliding his strong hands up her sides to cup her face. "Oh, Good." She sighed contentedly, angling her face towards his in hopes of a kiss, but he pulled away from her. "What's wrong?" She asked in confusion, at both his sudden rejection of her advances and the strange sting she had felt as his hand brushed over her neck. "Oh nothing, Pet," He assured her, his face breaking into an unrestrained grin that almost seemed to bigger than his face. Was she seeing things? She must have been, her Gregory's laughter didn't sound so sinister and... empty. "You'll just getting be very sleepy, right around now." The girl slumped onto the counter, sending her hard-earned groceries spiralling to the floor. 

An unknowable amount of time later, she came to. It would have been with a struggle, had her there been any slack in the ropes binding her to the kitchen chair by the wrists, ankles and waist. She peered through the curtain of her tangled hair at the man she had trusted with both her heart and her life, wishing more than anything that he had taken the engagement ring off her finger while she was unconscious. But there it still was, seemingly burning into her flesh, the single small diamond twinkling with malice. "You'll never get away with this." She said at last, alerting her captor to fact that she was awake. "My parent's will see that you come to a gruesome end. I take it you've heard of Majesty and Knightfall?"

That disturbingly hollow laugh rang out through the tiny apartment once more, and this time she was certain she'd heard it right. The betrayal sliced through her heart like a jagged shard of ice, and feeling only grew worse when at last he spoke. "Who do you think sent me? I would have just killed you already, but they instructed me to let you know just how disappointed in you they are before I did." She narrowed her eyes defiantly at the gun he had pointed in her direction. Another betrayal; he had promised her they'd leave all weapons behind and start anew. "That's. Not. True!" She seethed, anger reaching a boiling point within her. Threatening her life was one thing, but insulting her family was just uncalled for. 

"Isn't it?" He asked coyly, sauntering towards her. He kneeled in front of the chair, tucking the pistol into the back of his jeans. The face she had once longed to be close to now caused her to recoil in disgust. Torturously slow, he ran his fingertips along the length on her left arm, which she now fully realized was bound palm up. In a split second he had drawn a pocket knife as if out of thin air and had made a small, shallow incision into the flesh below her elbow. "Did you really think all those times you gave an excuse about 'not being ready' for an assignment would go unnoticed? That you could throw everything they gave you back in there faces without any consequences?"

She cried out in pain, but he held onto her chin roughly, urging her to look, to see the blinking transmitter he held between his bloodied fingers. She recognised it immediately from her espionage lessons; a tracking device, specifically, the kind they implanted on their targets. "They've been keeping tabs on you for years, long before they had the idea to recruit me to do it better." Elaine said nothing, faced with evidence right in front of her, she wasn't sure she could. "They always suspected you might reveal yourself as a failure." He continued, rising swiftly to his feet, the last word punctuated by the click of the gun safety being switched off. "I'm here to clean up their mistake, before you compromise everything the countless Lords and Ladies of Marsh-Morton have accomplished." 

"It wasn't like that!" She protested, the second betrayal causing the tears she had been holding back to break free. "I only ever wanted to make my own choice." Her head slumped forward in defeat, the tears mixing with the blood that dripped over her fingers, over the ring, and onto the floor of what she had thought could be their new home. "You had only one choice; Live as the next Lady, or die as nothing." Her betrothed's voice informed her. The chilling tone leaving no doubt that whatever was left once he was finished with her wouldn't even be recognisably human.

"Did you think you were special, being born into your title?" She tried to block his voice out, to focus on the patterns the drops of blood made as they streaked across the linoleum. She tried to focus on thoughts of Bivens, how he had truly cared for her, and how she wished her last words had been more meaningful than instructing him to put her weapons away for her. But, the mental armour was still too weak, the scathing words still cut through. "Anyone can be forged into a weapon," The voice continued, though it was becoming difficult to decipher if it was coming from within her head, or without. "You were merely a convenient choice." 

"Gregory, please..." She pleaded, lifting her gaze to her lost love one final time, but there was no compassion in his stony features. Only a man forged into a weapon, and a weapon pointed between her eyes.

"He's gone. From now on all will address me as 'His Lordship.'"

A trigger pulled. A choice made. One legend begins, and another ends before it had a chance to start. 

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No Legend - Part 1 || AU Solo (STC Challenge #3)

AN: Takes place the night her parents died in the original timeline

Elaine Marsh-Morton flipped through the air, landing firmly on her feet in a defensive crouch. For a girl of only eighteen, she brandished her blade with superior grace, wielding the flashing steel as though it were an extension of herself, a sharp silver sword to match her sharp silver tongue. Behind her, an enormous tapestry of her family crest blanketed the smooth stone of the wall of the Morton Manor armoury, emblazoned with words, ‘Et Non Genere, Non Fabula’. No legend without lineage.

 “Mistress Ellie.” The deep, comforting voice of her butler rang out from across the large space, and she turned to face him, a warm smile spreading across her eager young face as she lowered her sword to rest with it's point on the ground. “I don’t believe I am ready for my hot chocolate just yet, Bivens. I’d like to train a little while longer” Her smile fell as she noticed the man remained stoic and straight faced, not his usual jovial self.

“What’s wrong?” She asked hesitantly, the sword shaking ever so slightly in her grasp. “It’s a phone call for you, Lady” The butler intoned flatly, passing the cell phone he had been holding behind his back to the young woman. “It concerns your parents.” Elaine blinked at the phone in confusion, before bringing it to her ear. Normally she would have chided Bivens for addressing her by her proper title. Her mother was ‘Lady’, not her. She was by no means ready for what being the ‘Lady’ of the manor entailed.

The two figures stood silently across from each other, as unmoving as the empty suits of armour that lined the Manor’s lavish halls, as the voice on the on the phone delivered it’s urgent news from the other side of the world. The thunder of a heavy winter storm crashed outside, and lightening flooded the room through tall stained glass windows. Suddenly the girl was gone, the phone abandoned and in pieces on the floor as she ran as fast as her legs would carry her.

Bivens ran after her as best he could, but her suitcase was already nearly packed by the time he reached her chambers. “Mother and Father are fine.” She addressed her butler in monotone, pressing the lid of the suitcase down firmly. “The target in Argentina gave them no trouble, there was a bomb planted on their getaway boat, but they found out about it in time.” She turned to the butler then, and saw his face was just one big mutton-chopped question mark. If her parents were well, where was she going?

 “Don’t look at me like that!” She rebuffed him, although he hadn’t said anything. “You know why I need to leave. I’m eighteen now, Mother and Father will no longer allow me simply to train!” Tears threatened to burst as she continued her rant at the baffled Butler. “They’ll force me to follow in their footsteps, to continue their legacy of blood, whether I’m ready or not. And I’m not! I don’t know if I ever will be, which is why I need to leave now, before morning, when they return. If you care about me at all, you’ll stay out of my way!”

 The enormous butler remained silent, simply moving his hulking frame out of the doorway. The gesture held no judgment, only the promise of freedom. She nodded her thanks and pulled the disposable phone out of the front pocket of the suitcase and dialled. “Gregory? We need to leave tonight.” She informed the person on the other end urgently. “Meet me at the estate gates as soon as you can.” She lowered her gaze bashfully as she realized Bivens was still watching her before whispering, “I love you.”

 Gregory Wyndham was a young man who her parents had hired to be her fencing instructor, though the relationship had quickly turned clandestinely romantic. Perhaps it was because he was the only man her own age she was ever allowed time alone with, perhaps it was the tight-fitting fencing costume, or perhaps it was simply that he’d offered her an exhilarating alternative to the arranged marriage her parents would have inevitably concocted for her, but it wasn’t long before she had agreed to include him in her plans to run away. “Tell my parents I’ve eloped.” She instructed Bivens, making her way to the door suitcase in hand, adding with only a tiny glimmer or hope, “Maybe one day they’ll understand that I needed to live my own life before I could agree to live theirs.”

She moved to leave once and for all, but realized she was still holding the sword had she been training with before, on what seemed like an entirely different night. She held it before her, taking in her reflection in the blade. The face she saw was destined to become a fearsome warrior, and ruthless killer, but all she saw was a frightened girl. Destiny be damned, she thought as she handed the weapon to the butler. “Thank you, but I won’t be needing this.”

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Kate Moss (is not a legend)

Someone who is a part of my family recently branded Kate Moss a legend and I don’t think I can ever look at him the same way ever again, why would Kate Moss, the world famous supermodel who said the phrase I despise with my whole being “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” be a legend? All she is , is a jumped up ex-junkie who thinks she has the right to encourage eating disorders. For years she has run around saying that god damn phrase and advertising the fact that sometimes she doesn’t eat, what sort of example does that set to anyone? It only makes me wonder how many eating disorders she’s encouraged without knowing it. And now it’s 2014 and her younger sister is taking her first steps into the same toxic industry that turned Kate into a drug-taking advertisement for eating disorders and by the looks of it Kate’s willingly letting her. Please never say Kate Moss is a legend because I promise she is not, nor is she any type of role model.