Revenge of the Raven

by Dakasuta

"My soul was stolen, my mind lost, and my humanity burned to ash. I was a child when everything was taken from me, and I will take it all back." A mutant assassin, bent on revenge, will be sent on an emotional rollarcoster with her new friends, and Leonardo, who is hopelessly smitten with the young woman who saved him late one night. Rated M for language and sexual content.

1. Chapter 1

I found this old story in my Google Drive and I read through it. After laughing at how stupid it was, I fixed it up, matured the plot, developed my own characters more, and here it is, Revenge of the Raven.

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"Have you ever hated someone one so much, you could barely breath at the very thought of them? Have you ever hated someone so much that the very mention of their name made you wanna rip your own hair out? Has someone ever wronged you so badly that you'd never forgive them, or swore vengeance to quench the burning anger they ignited within your soul?

Sometimes is a pleasure to feel the burn of vengeance, watching as the madness eats you up, engulfing you in chaos. It's interesting how they consume your every thought, even though your mere hatred isn't enough to hurt them. It's fun to watch as the hunger consumes you, then everything around you, although down the road, it can only lead to a life of war and loneliness. Vendetta steals the very soul that makes you human, and darkens the heart that you once used to love. The need for revenge drives your mind to the brink of insanity, and burns your humanity to ash, leaving only a merciless demon with an unquenchable thirst of blood.

People say 'Revenge won't bring the lost back, and it will do nothing to please them.'

I'm not doing it for them...I'm doing it for me! I've been wronged, and I did nothing to deserve it. I was a child, I was...weak, but not anymore. My soul was stolen, my heart darkened, my mind lost, and my humanity burned to ash. The one who wronged me was a coward, and a fool to let me live. This is MY story of MY vengeance. The revenge of a killer, the revenge of a monster, the revenge of an assassin…The Revenge of the Raven..."

The pale luminescence of a slender, pale shape plastering herself against the black endlessness background of the night seemed to pop, grasping all attention from the rest of the surroundings. Long black hair was pulled into a high held ponytail waving magnificently in the wind behind the beautiful feminine figure. Pale fists, places evenly by the side of both hips, clenched and unclenched, making large bluish veins distend from her skin to her wrists and hands. Her body was nearly drowned out in the night due to a skin tight, black jump suit and boots. Only leaving her fingers, which the gloves didn't cover, and head bare of of any clothing.

The frigid December air bit and gnawed at the skin to her cheeks and nose, turning them a light pink. The frigid winter wind screamed in her ears, tugged at her hair, and blew in her face, making her eyes water ever-so-slightly. She had lost feeling in her finger moments ago, losing them to the winter cold just as her nose and cheeks, but she payed no heed to her freezing face and hands.

Two words repeated and projected themselves throughout her echoing, cavernous mind: FindhimFindhimFindhimKillhim. The tip of her tongue traced the curve of her rosy upper lip, as she smiled wickedly like a wolf thinking about catching her prey. She then reached up and grasped an odd looking black scarf-like fabric resting around her neck and on her collar bone. She fumbled with it briefly using her fingers, then gripped the top and pulled it up over her nose and mouth, revealing the actuality of it being a mask. The toes of her boots rested centimeters from the edge of the skyscraper she perched herself atop of, and she looked across the horizon of building rooftops. Her two sea blue eyes, shining like diamonds against the black of night, stared coldly down at the city below her, refusing to see the beauty of the city lights in the distance.

"Watashi wa anata no tame ni kite imasu..." Her voice echoed in air, pulling puffs of air from her mouth, through her mask, and dispersing it into the night air. She reached up to her neck once again, and folded a silver necklace in her hand. Her finger snaked around it, then she clenched her fist tightly, as if she thought it would disappear into the night.

She shifted her weight from her left leg to her right, grabbing the strap of a black leather satchel that rested on her right hip, "Oroku Saki" Then in a flash of black feathers, she vanished...like a raven in the night.

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Watashi wa anata no tame ni kite imasu = I'm coming for you