Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Death ❯ Chapter 1

 

Silent Death

-original work-

Gore, death, blood, language, violence, yuri, yaoi, prostitution, lyrics, NCS, abuse, bashing, mental torture, physical torture, bastardization, self-mutilation, post-apocalyptic, can become disturbing at some point, first person P.O.V (for this chapter)

 

-Chapter One-

Sleep With One Eye Open

 

 

I stared at him as he slept. The head executive of the human's weapon's manufacturing company, father of two, and husband of four years. I wondered what bit of information they'd put on his tombstone after he was dead. Probably something about him being loved and trustworthy. It was the image he portrayed himself to be. I knew better and was probably the only one beside the people that sent me that knew this.

 

He was a con artist only out to make a profit. He'd been selling the `enemy' weapons to fight his own kind with. He lied, and from first hand experience, he was a pedophile. The only evidence I had on that was what was left in the used condom still around his flaccid length. He wasn't too bad of a lover. I'd had better but he treated me as if I were some naïve virgin whispering endearments to get me to suck him off.

 

I couldn't hear a thing he said. I had been deaf since I was created and was taught to make it my advantage rather than my disadvantage. I could read what he said through the vibration of his voice. It was still nothing of importance. I only did as he asked throwing in a bit of reluctance to make it convincing. Why not make his last moments on earth memorable before I send him to Hell? I'd join him soon.

 

I've taken so many lives in my sixteen years of existence, I've lost count. I've given my body to some of the one's I've killed. I can't really say I enjoyed that part. It doesn't matter though. I live my life filled with sin, how can I complain? I've just learned to be indifferent towards it all. I was alive, that's all that counted but even that was a sin from what I was told. I was created by human hands. They'd stepped in the boundaries of their God and created life from nothing. As a result, they were killed. I wasn't. Again, I could only feel indifferent towards it all.

 

After my creators were destroyed, I was taken in by other humans. They told me what I was. I wasn't human, I wasn't demon, yet I was both. One of them had told me. I don't know what she meant by it. She'd died from exposure to radiation before I could find out. I didn't know how to felt about that. Maybe slightly disappointed.

 

I was given a purpose soon after her death. I was to take out the `enemy' and traitors to our cause. I took that without protest. Killing quelled the feeling of being lost.

 

That how I found myself in this man's bed staring down his relaxed pale face. He couldn't be more than thirty years old with long brown hair. He'd taken it out of its tight bun during our coupling. It fanned out around him. I pulled out my dagger from the back of my jeans cut offs. The material left my pale legs exposed all the way up to the top of my thighs.

 

I straddled him slowly feeling him swell. He mumbled something incoherent. The vibrations of his voice flitted over my skin running down my bare chest. He'd mistaken me for being under the age of fourteen but if he'd paid attention I was two years above that. My body was toned yet petite, curvy yet I couldn't pass as a girl if I didn't want to. I had long jet black hair I kept in a braid for this particular mission.

 

His hands raised to my hips as his began to rock against my backside. He was fully erect now. I let him move as he wished for only seconds before I pushed the slender silver blade of my dagger through the side of his throat. It went through the other side as well. I breathed on the cuts on either side of his neck and they closed. The vibrations of him trying to breathe around the blood rushing into his punctured throat rumbled cold and steady against my skin. I rolled off of him then standing over him at the side of the bed. I cleaned the blade on his bedspread. It didn't matter if they found that bit of blood. He would be dead by time they found him.

 

I walked to retrieve my small duffle bag. I stripped down to nothing seeing myself out of the corner of my eye in the full length mirror. I'm only five-one, not an ounce of fat on me. My face is soft and fey-like with wide almond shaped icy blue eyes. The particular shade of blue makes me appear blind at times.

 

I turn away from my pale reflection and begin to pull out my clothing. A pair of skin tight black pants. They'd been specially made to bend and twist with my body without interfering. A pair of specially made combat boots with a blade in the steel toe and along the sole of the blood went over the ends of the pants up to my knees. A silver kneecap is attached to the top of the boots and straps behind my knee a single pointed spike is in the middle of it. Again, the boots were made not to interfere with my efficiency. The last article was a black long sleeved shirt that looked more painted on than anything else I wore. It stopped at the top of my abdomen leaving the Celtic design that wrapped around from my back to center on my navel untouched.

 

I placed the cut offs back into the duffle with what was left and was prepared to leave when rapid footsteps were heard approaching the room.

 

(narrator's P.O.V)

 

Two guards ran at full speed towards their boss's room. Below them an angry presence bellowed and threatened them to hurry before he lost his temper. Said presence was a man at least seven feet tall with curving blades protruding from each bulging shoulder. One of those blade held the dead body of a less fortunate guard.

 

The man stood effortlessly as he glared around him. His mouth curled up in a furious sneer around the oddly angled fangs that stuck out form inside. He growled restlessly all red eyes burning a hole in where the two guards had taken off to.

 

Slowly he stalked after him with no intent to wait as he was instructed. As one of the many demon lords fighting against the human race, he shouldn't have to deal with the arrogance of one worthless human.

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“Sir! Sir! Konogee is here!” The shorter of the two guards shouted through his pants. He pressed close to the door waiting anxiously for an answer. When none was heard, he tried to the door. “Sir?” he called again walking slowly inside the room.

 

Icy blue eyes watched him from above. The young assassin breathed slowly through his mouth as he willed his legs to hold him for just a little longer. Said legs were positioned out at either side of his body. The blades in the combat boots were the only things keeping him from slipping. Slowly, the youth reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a metal mask. On the side was a single Japanese black dragon insignia. He placed it over his lower face obscuring the view of his button nose and pouting lips. Once he tied in place, he reached into the bag again taking out twin swords.

 

“Sir?” The guard went to his dead employer's side. He frowned at the sight of the man still wearing a soiled condom. The young prostitute he'd seen the highly respected man come in with was nowhere to be found. After a quick search, he found that nothing was missing. “Tokanoka” He hissed shaking his boss's body.

 

Tokanoka's head rolled to the side from the shaking. Blood flowed from his parted lips in one strong gush of crimson before dying to a steady trickle.

 

Surprised at his findings, the guard turned to look back at his partner. “Call the medics!” He ordered.

 

“That. Won't be necessary.” A low growl sounded from behind the guard still standing outside. Said guard turned in time to receive a firm backhand to the face. His skull gave way under the brutal blow. His eyes and muscles collapsed into a thick mess inside his unbroken skin as he slumped down to the ground. “I. have had enough of your human incompetencccce.” The demon slurred around the foreign words he spoke.

 

The remaining guard's eyes widened in shock as the demon twisted its body to get through the door. Emotionless eyes stared down at the cowering human before the monster raised its hand again to strike.

 

The assassin above his head dropped then landing in a crouch behind the large creature. He slipped the twin blades' sheaths into the loop place at either side of his hips and stood slowly. He had all the intent to turn around and leave the demon to his devices until Konogee spun around.

 

The half demon killer jumped back quickly to avoid the blow.

 

“You. Are the one who killed Tokonakaaa.” Konogee growled low in his throat. The vibrations of his voice shook the ground below them. The youth took a deep breath as the vibrations threatened to overload his senses.

 

“I am.” I answered with a young Japanese accented voice. “But that is behind me now.” He said simply and began to walk away.

 

“A. Warrior of your caliber would be greatly admired in my army.” Konogee called after the youth.

 

“I am not interested in your offer. My purpose it to destroy monster not assist them.”

 

“And. What shall I call you?”

 

“Shiryuu.”

 

“Ah, death dragon. We will meet again.”

 

“If we do…I will kill you.”

 

Konogee tensed at the statement ready to get rid of the potential threat right away. He didn't get the chance. Shiryuu was gone by time he plowed through the doorframe. With an enraged growl he turned back. Moments later, the dying screams of the lone guard echoed through the building. His bloody remains were left strewn around the place of his demise.

 

 

TBC……

 

A/N: Just a little warning, the gore level will get higher as the chapter goes on. So will the action, violence, and such. Shiryuu is my newest and youngest bishie. I hope you like his story as much as I enjoy writing it. I should have at least ten more chapters in waiting after this. Review and you'll be able to find out more. JA!