Seven Phantom Ghosts: Book 1

Prologue

Kremlin Tower, Russia - November 10th

The time is 0255, and the winter air was silent, and chilling to the bone. The soldiers guarding the entrance to the Kremlin were vigilant, but were also distracted by the cold air as it watered their eyes and bit viciously into their face. To their right, they heard a rustle within the nearby vegetation, so one of them went to check it out, only to find that it was nothing but the wind. He turned and informed the other guard, speaking in their Russian native tongue, "It was only the wind. Let's go inside for a minute, I left my Vodka inside and in the open, and you know how Yuri is when he sees Vodka."

The other guard said nothing and didn't move, he just stood there.

"Hey, Dipshit, I'm talking to you." The guard walked over and shook him real quick, but watched as the guy's head fell into the snow. Horror struck his face when he finally noticed that the snow around him was red instead of white. In an alerted state, he raised his assault rifle and aimed into the darkness, but saw nothing. He felt his heartbeat begin to quicken and his breathing picked up as he searched for something he could not see, which scared him even more.

Thump, thump, Thump, thump

He heard a noise coming from his left this time and spun around to meet whatever made the noise but saw nothing.

Thump, thump, thum--.

The soldier suddenly felt something go through his back and managed to pull whatever it was from his back and looked at it, he saw that it was a throwing knife that he did not recognize. HE threw the knife down and continued to search for the assassin, but then he finally saw something pierce through the darkness, something small, and was glowing red. He raised his rifle and fired at it, and watched as it winked out of sight, and he was beginning to calm down, and thought the worst was over with, and that he had killed whatever it was. He turned around and right in his face was another glowing light, but this one was attached to a body. Within a second of seeing the light, he felt something warm crawling down his neck that sent chills down his spine, only to fall over and his head rolling from his shoulders.

"Reaper" stood over the body wearing dark clothes with a hoodie and a cloth Velcro half mask over his face of a skulls jaw. He picked up his knife from the ground and wiped the blade off, using the dead Russian soldiers pants leg, sheathed it, and climbed up the front wall and waited while a guard stood at the ledge above him to keep an eye out while another guard checked out the gunfire. He waited to hear the guard begin to run off to alarm the others, before climbing up with the guard and quickly silencing him before he was able to do so.

After quickly disposing of the body, he silently leapt off the top of the wall, and landed on the soldier, stabbing him in the throat so he couldn't scream, then broke his neck. HE climbed back up the wall, and quickly hid from two more guards who were simply making their rounds along the wall, as well as checking up on the others that they didn't know were dead. HE remained behind the wall inside one of the towers that were within the wall and slowly pulled out the sword on his back and one of his knives. Like he was nothing more than a ghost, he dropped out of his cover and threw the knife, catching one of the guards I the throat, and before the other one had a chance to react, he was impaled by the blade through his skull. Again he retrieved his knife, wiping the blood off using the dead body and simply slung the blood off the sword with one good swing, allowing the blood to get everywhere in a single streak. It wasn't until he lowered his sword did he hear the others and could very faintly hear an alarm going off, and quickly ran to intercept the guards before they reached where the alarm was being set off at.