Mistborn #02 The Well of Ascension

rooftop, tense. A spar, then ? she thought.
    Zane struck, his knife coming dangerously close to her neck as she dodged to the side. There was something different about his attacks this time. Something more dangerous.
    Vin cursed and pulled out her own daggers, jumping back from another attack. As she moved, Zane sliced through the air, cutting the tip off one of her mistcloak tassels.
    She turned to face him. He walked forward, but held no combat posture. He seemed confident, yet unconcerned, as if he were strolling up to an old friend, not entering a fight.
    All right then , she thought, jumping forward, swiping with her daggers.
    Zane stepped forward casually, turning just slightly to the side, easily dodging one knife. He reached out, grabbing her other hand with an effortless motion, stopping its blow.
    Vin froze. Nobody was that good. Zane looked down at her, eyes dark. Unconcerned. Unworried.
    He was burning atium.
    Vin pulled free of his grip, jumping backward. He let her go, watching as she fell into a crouch, sweat beading on her brow. She felt a sudden, sharp stab of terror—a guttural, primal feeling. She had feared this day from the moment she'd learned of atium. It was the terror of knowing she was powerless, despite all of her skills and abilities.
    It was the terror of knowing she was going to die.
    She turned to jump away, but Zane leaped forward before she even began to move. He knew what she would do before she did herself. He grabbed her shoulder from behind, pulling her backward, throwing her down to the rooftop.
    Vin slammed against the metal roofing, gasping in pain. Zane stood above her, looking down, as if waiting.
    I won't be beaten this way ! Vin thought with desperation. I won't be killed like a trapped rat !
    She reached and swung a knife at his leg, but it was useless. He pulled the leg back slightly—just enough—so that her swing didn't even nick the cloth of his trousers. She was like a child, being held at a distance by a much larger, more powerful foe. This was what it must be like, being a normal person, trying to fight her.
    Zane stood in the darkness.
    "What?" she finally demanded.
    "You really don't have it," he said quietly. "The Lord Ruler's atium stash."
    "No," she said.
    "You don't have any at all," he said flatly.
    "I used the last bead the day I fought Cett's assassins."
    He stood for a moment; then he turned, stepping away from her. Vin sat up, heart thumping, hands shaking just a bit. She forced herself to her feet, then stooped and retrieved her fallen daggers. One had cracked against the roof's copper top.
    Zane turned back toward her, quiet in the mists.

    Zane watched her in the darkness, saw her fear—yet also her determination.
    "My father wants me to kill you," Zane said.
    She stood, watching him, eyes still afraid. She was strong, and she repressed the fear well. The news from their spy, the words Vin had spoken while visiting Straff's tent, were all true. There was no atium to be had in this city.
    "Is that why you stayed away?" she asked.
    He nodded, turning away from her.
    "So?" she asked. "Why let me live?"
    "I'm not sure," he admitted. "I may still kill you. But. . .I don't have to. Not to fulfill his order. I could just take you away—that would have the same effect."
    He turned back toward her. She was frowning, a small, quiet figure in the mists.
    "Come with me," he said. "Both of us could leave—Straff would lose his Mistborn, and Elend would lose his. We could deny them both their tools. And we could be free."
    She didn't respond immediately. Finally, she shook her head. "This. . .thing between us, Zane. It isn't what you think."
    "What do you mean?" he said, stepping forward.
    She looked up at him. "I love Elend, Zane. I really do."
    And you think that means you can't feel anything for me ? Zane thought. What of that look I've seen in your eyes, that longing? No, it isn't as easy as you imply, is it ?
    It never is .
    And yet, what else had he expected? He turned away. "It makes sense. That's the way it has always been."
    "What is that supposed to mean?" she demanded.
    Elend . . ..
    "Kill him," God whispered.
    Zane squeezed his eyes shut. She would not be fooled; not a woman who had grown up on the streets, a woman who was friends with thieves and scammers. This was the difficult part. She would need to see things that terrified Zane.
    She would need truth.
    "Zane?" Vin asked. She still seemed a bit shaken by his attack, but she was the type who