A Shinobi's Creed

Chapter 16 - Shinobi

"Normal Speech."

'Normal Thought.'

{Different Language} – Note that if someone speaks in a different language and the person of who's perspective it is doesn't understand what is being said, this will appear.

"Demon Speech."

'Demon Thought.'

"Sentient Blade Speech."

"Techniques/Spells."

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Pressing his back tightly up against wall, he kept his eyes closed and tried to even out his breathing, very conscious of the fact that he was panting heavily. Any sudden movement or sound would alert that, that monster and he did not want that.

He flinched upon hearing gunfire and the sound of his comrades fighting against the demon given human form. Yet, here he was, hiding like a coward.

'This ain't what I signed up for!' He cried mentally, this meant to be an easy job. Sell drugs to kids, pay off the cops, intimidate and beat up those that tried to resist them and live an easy life. They were too small time for any of the costume wearing freaks to bother about them and they paid a yearly tribute to the bigger crime bosses out there.

More screams sounded and what he had intimately come to know as the sound of metal cutting through flesh sounded.

'I gotta get out of here.' He flinched once more when he saw numerous bodies fly through the air and slam into the wall hard enough that their heads cracked open. Which ever one of them had been alive up until this point, were surely dead now as they slid to the floor slowly, leaving a bloody trial on the wall.

"You can come out now." The voice of the monster said, it's footsteps sounding down the corridor, getting louder as he got closer. "There's no point hiding, you've got no one left to protect you and your buddies were less than helpful in my search. I just want to talk, ask a few questions."

He felt a surge of bravery fill him, he was going to die here he knew that, but he would sure as hell avenge his dead buddies and kill the monster. "Like hell! DIE!" He roared, stepping out from behind the wall and unloaded what remained of his clip down the corridor. There was no way the monster could escape the storm of lead he unleashed.

Eventually, his clip emptied and he slowly opened his eyes only to see nothing. The corridor was empty, besides the various body parts belonging to his comrades scattered along it.

Then a hand clasped down upon his shoulder. "When you're aiming a gun." He was spun around and slammed against a wall knocking the air out of his lungs. Before he could even take another breath though, a hand grasped his neck in a vice like grip and he was lifted up in the air. "You should open your eyes."

Futilely, he beat against the arm, but no matter what he did, the arm would not budge.

"Now, I'm going to ask you the same question I asked your friends. Who killed, Benjamin Parker?" The monster asked.

His struggle for air ended, when the monsters grip eased off, but just enough to allow him to speak. "I don't know no one by that name." He choked out and the monster hummed, in that moment, he took a good long look at it.

Relatively tall and well-built, blonde hair, and clad in a black body suit with what looked to be some sort of body armour on with a large object on its back wrapped in bandages. But the most terrifying thing was the mask it wore, a mask in the visage of a smiling demon and a pair of cold blue eyes that stared deep into his soul.