What do you call a man who kills for money, not because he wants to, but because it's the one thing he's good at? What do you call a man who's dreams are haunted each night by the faces of his victims and yet he cannot stop killing? You call him a gentleman. A gentleman with a problem that has no solution. He kills because he must. In order to be granted life, he must steal it from others. He is a man of remorse, and for him there is no escape...

I've been working on this for that last couple of days and thought it deserved posting. However, I can't write two stories at one time so I'd like whoever reads this to read the "Tale of Axl Lynch" and tell me which I should continue. I'm really liking this one so I couldn't decide. I'll ask that a moderator close the one that isn't chosen. Now, without further ado, Remorseful.
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Ah, home at last. I thought to myself as the city gates came into view. I had been on the road for the last three hours and to finally see my destination appear was one hell of a relief. From the Imperial City to the county of Cheydinaal I had traveled on foot, carrying naught but a few select personal belongings including my ever-reliable set of twin silver daggers and my vast assortment of magical rings and amulets. I was clothed completely in black, featuring the trademark black outfit of the Dark Brotherhood hidden by a black traveller's cloak.

The previous few weeks had been quite rough for me in the Imperial City so I decided to move back to my hometown of Cheydinhaal and settle down. Of course, in order to do that I'd need money, one of the many things I was considerably short on. The plan was to do a few high priority, high paying jobs for my former employer and then retire for good. However, plans such as this are very rarely executed as expected.

"Good afternoon, traveller." I was greeted by a guard just outside the gates.

"Good afternoon, sir. Would you mind opening the gate?" I asked, never even turning to face him. As the gates began to open I walked through them, looking around to see the beautiful white buildings among which I'd spent years of my life. I looked at the great chapel, remembering a particular game of hide and seek which ended up sending me down the path I follow today...

"Alright, here are the rules:" my friend Palcus had always been the one to explain the game. "you find a hiding place and you hide. One person, who will be selected at random, will be looking for you. If that person finds you then you make a dash for the chapel, trying to avoid being tagged by your pursuer. If you reach the chapel without being tagged then you're safe, if you're tagged before reaching the chapel then you are now 'it' which means you are now looking for everyone else. The only rules are these: you may not leave the city and you may not enter any buildings." Everyone nodded in agreement and smiled in excitement.

"When do we start?" I asked impatiently. Palcus glared at me.

"You're it...begin!" He yelled, pointing at me. Everyone took off and I stood there waiting for them to hide.

After nearly two minutes of waiting I began my search. I soon noticed that every time anyone would see me they would make a strange noise. I guess the others told them of our game and they were alerting them of my presence. It didn't take long for me to find the first of the players. She was hiding amongst a cluster of gravestones in the cemetery by the chapel. As she took off I began chasing her. She was fast, faster me but I wasn't about to let her go. I bent down and picked of a rock as I ran. Taking careful aim and inhaling deeply I let fly.

As the rock sped toward it's target I prayed that it strike true and, alas, it did. It struck the girl square in the middle of her back, sending her flying. I started to smile, and then I saw it...

"NO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I could do nothing but stand there and watch as she hit it. A gravestone.

"Are you okay?!" I yelled, running over to her. I didn't see any blood so I thought she was fine, just unconscious. Then I rolled her over and noticed something strange with her eyes. Her pupils weren't dialating.

"No, no, no. It's a joke, just a...a joke. I mean I really didn't..." I said aloud. "This is bad, I could be sent to prison. Wait, no...kids can't be sent to prison. Who cares, it's bad anyway. I gotta do something."

I looked around, trying to find anything that could possibly help. It was fairly early in the morning and there weren't many people walking the streets so I decided to drop her down the well across the street by an old abandonded house. I knelt and picked up the girl's limp corpse. It was amazing how cold she felt already, it was as if she teleported to Skyrim and back.

After glancing around to see that no one was looking I quickly crossed the street and ran to the well. Dropping the body I lifted the cover from the well and dropped the girl in. I soon heard shouts and laughter echoing out of it. I began to sprint away when everything went black.

When I woke up I was laying on a bed of stone. I quickly got up and took in my surroundings. I was in a dark room with a table and chairs, a book shelf, and a dead man sitting at the table. At least I thought he was until he lifted his head and spoke.

"Hello, my friend. I'm Vicente Valtieri and you're in my sancuary. Well it's not mine, it's Ocheeva's, but welcome nonetheless." He spoke in a creepy tone of voice. I thought that if I ever heard a dead man speak it'd probably sound like that.

"Uh, are you dead?" It was the only thing I could think of to say. He began to chuckle.

"No, I'm not dead. I'm a vampire, have been for three hundred years." I promptly froze in fear. I'd never seen a vampire before and, being a child of twelve years, I definately didn't welcome the idea of meeting one. "Don't be scared, I won't bite. That's why I look like this. The longer I go without feeding the more I look like a vampire."

With this knowledge I gained a bit of courage. After all, this strange vampire seemed reasonably nice. "Where am I?"

"You're in a Dark Brotherhood sancuary." So much for courage. Nearly every ounce of my grey matter was screaming at me telling me to run as fast as I could, but I knew that if I did I was dead. So I mustered what little bit of courage I had left and spoke in a shaky but audible voice.

"Why am I here?"

"You're the one who dropped the body of a young girl down the well, are you not?" How did he know? I couldn't admit it, not even to the Dark Brotherhood. "Ah, I see. You don't want to talk about it. Well, no matter. I have a proposition for you..."

And that was how it all started. I can't say I regret joining, the Dark Brotherhood gave me skills I never would have gotten otherwise, but I'm not a sociopath.

"Hey thar'! Watch where ye' goin'!" Bellowed a large Nord who happened to bump into me.

"Apologies, I wasn't paying attention." I said, making eye contact.

"Ye' damn right ye' sorry!" He said, turning to walk away. As he did I bumped into him.

"What the hell?"

"If you're going to pickpocket someone, do try to make it a point not to pickpocket a pickpocket." I said, returning three of my rings to the bag hanging from my side.

"Huh?" The oaf was obviously dumbfounded. I hate pickpockets, well...except for myself.

Oh boy, you're making it a tough decision for me... I'm not sure it would be right for me to ask for a little bit more of this fic to see where it's going a little bit before I decide.

There aren't many third person fics out there, but that's usually because it's more difficult to show inner emotions of a single character, 1st person works really well that way.

I would like to see more third person fics, but I would probably want to see a bit more of this before I decide, hopefully that doesn't annoy you too much. This one is written really well so far.

I actually started another update about an hour ago after reading this one again. It's more of an introduction than anything else so I figured it deserved some depth. I'm going for longer installments with this fic so if it's continued then that should be expected.

Sadly this update won't be up tonight as I'm going to bed soon. However, I'll have it finished sometime tomorrow so expect it then.

As you said, first person is a much easier point of view to write from due to the ability to better show the thoughts and emotions of a single character. I tend to write in third person omniscient when I write in the third person so it gets difficult sometimes. I'm more comfortable with this point of view so my writing will be much better.

Alright here's the update, as promised. I finished it later than I wanted to and it's not as long as I wanted it to be but I had a busy day. Anyway, enjoy!
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There it is…I wonder how they’ll react. They’ll be surprised, I know that. I can’t wait to see the look on Vicente’s face when he sees me. I thought as I stood in front from of the old abandoned house, casting my silhouette onto the seemingly barricaded door. It had been at least a year since I set foot in the sanctuary and honestly, I didn’t know whether or not I was ready. Oh, well…it has to be done. This is the best way for me to get the money I need. In I go…

I opened the door and stepped inside. Hmph, still the old dump that it used to be. I thought, making my way to the basement and through the break in the wall to the black door. I knocked and an eerie voice queried,

“What…is the color…of night?” I resisted the impulse to chuckle.

“Sanguine, my brother.” I answered. Apparently the person behind the voice wasn’t so eerie.

“Holy compassion! Locke!" The voice shouted. I burst out laughing.

"Not so scary now, are you Jazz?"

"Shut up, man, get in here." The door opened and I entered the sanctuary. My friend Jazzerel was waiting to greet me.

"How you been?" I asked, shaking his hand.

"Fine, fine. I can't believe you came back, what's it been...two years?"

"One, and I'm only here temporarily. I need some extra cash so I can settle down here in town." I said, looking around. There were twice as many people in the sancuary than there were when I was there.

"Well Just talk to Vicente. He took over when Ocheeva left." Said Jazz, grinning.

"Why'd Ocheeva leave?" I asked, curious.

"Well she didn't really...leave. One of the newcomers killed her in her sleep so I got an extra thousand septims to visit him. Turned out quite well actually." He was still the sociopath he'd always been. To him, killing was just something you did. It was as simple as snapping your fingers, if you felt like it, you did it. Still, he was a good guy.

"Whatever, where's Vicente?" I asked.

"Down in his room, as always." After closing the conversation with a simple "Talk to you later" I began the walk down to Vicente's room.

I soon came to realize that the newcomers were a lot more suspicious than they were when I used to stay there. They were shady and only talked amongst themselves, never saying a word to the veterans. I made a mental note of this and continued on. Upon reaching the vampire's room I found him sitting at his table reading. He was so focused on his book that he didn't even hear me come in. I figured I'd take advantage of the situation.

Quietly getting aroun behind him I drew my daggers, taking care not to make a single noise. Then I got into position and quickly put one dagger up to his neck and the other near his heart. If I struck with both at the same time his heart would stop and therefor less blood would come from the neck.

"What the--wait. Twin silver daggers...Locke!" I pulled my daggers away and sheathed them as he dropped his book and turned to face me. "Where'd you come from my friend?"

"Thin air." I replied. He let out a chuckle.

"What brings you here?" He asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"I'd like to make a bit of money. Well, a lot of money. Fast." I said in a serious tone.

"Well I suppose you've come at the perfect time. Are we to get right to business then?"

"If at all possible, yes." I replied, taking a seat.

"Quite a shame, I thought we might get drunk and play cards." He said playfully.

"Let's just get to it. I want to do a few high paying jobs and get out. Don't bother explaining the situation, just tell me what to do and it'll be done."

"You sure you're up to it? I mean, I hear the killing's taken quite a toll on you." He said, staring me down.

"Sure, the killing bothers me, but that doesn't stop me. It's like an addiction, I want to stop but no matter how hard I try, I can't. So just get to business." I said, in a tone that said "Bring it up again and I'll show you the extent of my addiction."

"Very well. The highest paying job we have right now was given to us by a rich mer--" I cut him off.

"Just tell me what I have to do, for the third damn time now!" I was beginning to get angry.

"Fine, fine. Go to the Merchant's Inn in the imperial city and wait for a tall dunmer man in expensive clothes to enter the inn and order a drink. When he does, you approach him and ask him if he's ever seen a spider daedra. He'll tell you where to go from there."

"That's all?" Vicente nodded. "Alright, off I go." Damn, I have to go all the way back to the Imperial City. This had better be worth it.

Before departing I paid a visit to the local smith and arms dealer and bought four steel daggers and an assortment of throwing knives. I now had two silver daggers, one strapped to each thigh, four steel daggers, one strapped to each ankle and two side by side behind my back, and ten small throwing knives hidden in numerous places on my person. Satisfied and with a sense of readiness, I was off to the capital of Tamriel with the wind on my back and the sun on my face. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Excellent update, so excellent that I would suggest you continue with this one. I just feel like this one is going places when compared to your other fic. While your other did have memorable characters, I still think this one will be a bit more intriguing. It feels as though something from the past is gonna bite him.

But that's just one reader's opinion. I suggest waiting to see what a few others might say.

I feel the same way as you do, Metal Mallet. I really like that characters in the other fic but the story itself is much better in this one. Another thing about it, from my point of view, is that the ideas just keep coming. I've taken the time to sit and decide on where to go with the story already, which definately make the writing much easier. I'm still not sure about which I should write though. I should've thought about it before even posting my other fic.

Anyway, as you said, I should wait for a few more opinions before making a decision. Thank you for your opinion.

Another awesome story from the great author Axlynch! Keep it coming please!