---Heartfire, 1st, 4E 201 (cont)---

Otherwise they wouldn't have had any need to ask who was behind this, or owned me, presumably if they found my journal they'd just killed me right there on the spot.

One item was not mine in the chest, a dagger was on the top of my pile. The woman told me I had to kill the guards, she said there were four of them. I assumed that the hunters were the guards, since I recognized the hunter from the Solitude crossing as the third guard in the throne room. I didn't know the two guards handling me, and I didn't see the woman who "surrendered" me. I didn't put any clothe on because I feared I might make some treacherous noise, and I didn't know if they were patrolling these hallways or not. So I just grabbed the dagger, I'm not a fighter and no one taught me how to sneak but I know how to be quiet and not get noticed... if you're always get noticed you get hit a lot more.

I sneaked around the hallways, no one in sight. I found the kitchen, presumably the woman who freed me was the chef, and the false back panel. Still no one in sight. Sneaking around the building some more I saw one of the guards who handled me, he was dozing on a bench. The woman said I must kill them. I must get the "slave" out of here (or I will be killed by one side or the other, she threatened).

I came close to the guard, hearing his breath. Moments passed. With my left hand I hovered over his mouth and nose, approaching his throat with the dagger in my right. I began sweating, heart pounding, his breath. I pressed down hard on his mouth and pressed the dagger into his throat, dagger digging into it, blood flowing from him, gargling noises, I pressed down harder, with my entire body weight, blood spurting over my hands, his body went limp, bloodied eyes rolling away without gaze. I wiped my hands and the dagger on his clothes, blood was now dribbling from the bench to the floor.

I was shaking. I didn't think that I could do that, killing a sleeping person, it is against all that I was told is good, or honourable. It wasn't a battle. I just killed him in his sleep.

I collected myself. I took his sword, in case I need it. I moved on. At a crossing of two hallways (this place seemed to be fairly big) I almost ran into another guard, it was the one who kicked and hit me. He was completely surprised, but since I heard his footsteps a moment before I wasn't quite so.  I had the dagger in my right the whole time and stabbed him in the chest, many times, he didn't even managed to pull his sword, because I hindered his right with my left arm and shoulder. This, second time, did not faze me anywhere near as much as my first ... murder? kill? I don't know.

There was much less blood, and this was a lot more like a battle. I didn't feel bad for him, I can't say I took pleasure at it but I stabbed him many times quickly, angrily in wrath. I dragged his dead body to a cranny in the hallway, to avoid someone just stumbling over him.