The Black Ninja

by sammiedathan

The world isn't black and white. Even good people can do bad things, and bad people can do good things. And in this world full of hazy definitions, one can not blame another for turning the other cheek when someone dear to you finally crosses a line.

1. ANOTHER NIGHT

I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP TO THE CARTOON KIM POSSIBLE AND ITS CHARACTERS. THE LEGAL OWNERSHIP BELONGS TO DISNEY AND ITS AFFILIATION.

A/N: Hey everyone, long time. So this plot bunny just came to me and I really had to write it down. I don't know how many chapters this would be but I'm hoping it wouldn't be too long for my own sake.

The atmosphere was cold and eerie. Pitch black surrounding that little alley he was walking on. His heartbeat was erratic, and there was some crawling sensation that kept running up and down his spine. He was not one to be easily frightened but he was sure there was something or someone dangerous lurking in the darkness.

He paused for a second and dared to look back. He had affirmed that indeed there was no one following him. But the sensation was not departing his consciousness. There was just something off in this alley tonight.

For all the warning signs that were blaring inside his head, he refused to panic. If he was right, then that would alert whoever it was that was following him. So he continued on his way, sipping the smoke of his cigarette. He was not afraid, besides he was almost out of the alley, his alley.

"Going somewhere?" a strange person called. He stared at the man who was nonchalantly leaning by the end of the alley. His face was covered and so was every part of his body. He kind of look like a ninja except he was wearing leather.

'What a dumbass' he thought to himself. He laughed at loud. If this was what that eerie sensation he was getting from then he must have been so f*cking wasted. He ignored the man and continued on his way. But instead of passing by safely, he was suddenly on the ground. His face plummeted unto the ground.

"What the f*ck?" a shuriken landed inches away from his face. His breathing hitched, eyes were on saucers, and he was frozen.

"I'm gonna have fun killing you tonight."

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The black ninja was grinning as he stared at the blood that was flowing from the neck of his 4th kill. Underneath his leather mask, he was grinning like a madman. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. There was nothing more exhilarating than releasing his true self with every stab, every cut, and every last breathe he was responsible for. He opened his eyes and squat near the lying dying man. He let his ears get closer to the 4th kill, listening intently for that last breath. And when it was expressed, it was as if it was also his last. The black ninja felt at peace, happy and alive.

His tranquillity was short lived when a ringing echoed in that small alley. He recognized the tone. It was his signal to ditch. And with the movement of a ninja, he got far away from the scene of the crime.

Finding a suitable place at the top of an abandon building he had previously scouted, he removed his gloves first, then his mask and proceeded to changing into his regular clothes. As he was busy changing a phone came to life. He smiled and pressed the answer button.

"Hey KP what's up?"