Other Fan Fiction ❯ The Silver Killer ❯ Beginnings ( Chapter 1 )

Minoko: The Silver Killer



This isn’t just a story. Not anymore. These words written down in the heat of
night. The midnight sun at it’s full passion. Offerings and remembrance to what the
previous day held. My life is my story. Breathing it. Reliving it with each step taken,
hoping one day, they will carry me from this cursed land and life.. Onto something better.
Until that time comes though.. I will survive and fight. I will live on so I am remembered
in more than simply written words. Living as a legend and a myth all at once. This is ‘my’ story.

The night was still young. The moon making it’s way slowly above the treetops. A young Kitsune made her way through the foliage carefully, silver optics scanning the area for something to do. Being a Kitsune meant a few things. One was that she was naturally curious, and the second would be that there were always hunters after her kind. They were a dying breed, and one the markets couldn’t get enough of. Their fur was something that many wanted, and yet not many got. This was due to the fact that as Kitsunes evolved and grew older, they learned how to fight and kill. Though rarely they resorted to this, they were always ready. They had to be.. In a world such as this, one learned to kill or be killed. The story truly begins here.

This young kit soon found herself in the middle of a deep thicket of brush and undergrowth. She heard voices and she hunched down, keeping herself low to the ground, unseen to the untrained eye. Her hair, which was short at that time, was a brown color, and her single fox tail was a reddish hue, along with matching hued ears. Her breathing slowed down some as the voices kept getting closer. Her ears twitched all around, following them as they moved past her. There must have been over forty men, fully armed with guns and other such weapons. Her village! They were heading towards her village, and yet she could not move herself from that one spot. If they found her now, she would only ensure the death of more of her people. She had no idea how long she had been there, but she heard running, cursing and boots clobbering against the freshly tread terra. Smoke came to her nose and it was at this point she stood up, beginning a swift run back to her village. Tears stung her eyes along with the smoke and the sight that filled her vision. There were bodies, everywhere.. Friends, family.. Her head turned rapidly, her clawed digits clenching and un-clenching furiously. A gleam of silver caught her eye and she moved over to where the silver formed into hair that connected to a body she knew all to well. She wasn’t aware that her knees collided with the ground. The only thing that she could hear was her own howl of anguish. “ Mother.. No… Mother please..” She trembled, pulling her mother’s body close. Her silver hair was coated thick with blood. The young kit’s ears folded back against her skull, knowing full well her mother, nor anyone else would be waking up.. They were slaughtered.. Those hunters. The ones that came through.. They would pay. Slowly, she released her mother’s lifeless body, setting her down gently onto the ground. By her mother’s side was the katana she always trained and fought with. Clawed digits wrapped about the leather hilt and she hefted it’s weight, testing how it felt against her skin. Her mother had never let her wander down the wrong path, but tonight.. Tonight was not about what her mother thought anymore.. It was about revenge.