Meh, there's going to be a lot of violence in this one too, and probably
ever other chapter about Asashin from now till he is free from BlackFang,
so be aware. Oh yes, and this is going to be a short chapter, but don't
worry, I'll try and make up for it next time.
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Two strikes.
Just two strikes, that was all it took, and Shugo was dead.
I stood there, shocked by what I had done, but trying to justify it. 'It wasn't me, it was Blackfang.' I told myself, but I knew. I knew that I would've done the same thing if it was me in control, but alas, it wasn't. I made a few quick swipes of the blade, to rid it of the blood, it then retracted into my arm. Weird, no?
Anyway, about that time I got the urge, the feeling. Blackfang wanted someone dead, someone I knew well. I couldn't figure out who it was though. Despite that, I felt myself walking and leaving Shugo's office. "Hey! Hey you there! Stop right now!!" A guard yelled, as two more appeared, brandishing large guns.
"I would suggest you leaving now..." Blackfang rumbled, as the tip of the blade began to slide out.
"Oh? So, you would suggest me leaving? Well let's see you suggest on this!!" And then all three guards opened fire. They sprayed all about the room, and I was sure that I would be dead soon. Having emptied their clips, and being quite sure I was dead, they turned to leave.
"Hmpf, well, I did warn you." Blackfang mumbled as the sword fully extended, he walked slowly up to the largest one, and thrust the sword deep into his back, "Well, I guess I was right, you should have left..." Blackfang laughed, it was a deep, dark, soul-piercing laugh. Blackfang pulled the sword out, giving it a little twist so the spike could rend more flesh. The man fell forwards, blood spilling out of him in many places.
"What!?! How did you..we...Ahhhh!!!" The two remaining men slammed fresh clips into their guns and unloaded on me.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk...." Blackfang simply ignored the impending bullets, he walked forwards and looked towards one of the men. He smiled as he whipped the sword upwards, severing the man's arm. The now one-armed man screamed in horror as he spurted blood. "Shut up." was the only thing Blackfang said as it cut the man to death.
"You killed him! How did you avoid the bullets!?!?!" The man sobbed.
"Who said I avoided them?" Blackfang replied, walking forwards and killing this man in one clean slice. He swung the blade thrice, blood splattering on the walls. Walking out, I remember the sick feeling I got, realizing the gruesome horror I had just witnessed, if I would have been in control of my body, I would've vomited.
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Walking out of the warehouse, Blackfang headed down the main street. I remember trying to figure out who Blackfang wanted dead. We continued walking, meeting no one. I was thankful for this, I couldn't handle any more bloodshed. I remember it clearly, as if it was yesterday. We were continuing down the road, approaching the NetBattler's Complex when I realized who Blackfang was going to kill.
Seradau...
Why, you may ask. Well, it's simple really. Seradau was possibly the only person, besides other Blackfang infected people, that knew of my 'condition'. Due to that, he was the only person that could possibly save me. I couldn't think of any possible way I could stop Blackfang, not in my current state, I just hoped that Seradau could figure out what to do himself.
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We entered the door, although it really was just Blackfang doing everything now, Blackfang had been with me for a long time, so the security codes were no protection. It was also inhabiting my body, so retinal scanners also did nothing. Finally, Blackfang had access to my memory, so it knew just were Seradau would be right now, in his room, asleep.
"No, you can't do this! Seradau has done nothing!" I tried to yell, but Blackfang didn't care. All it cared about was Seradau dead. Walking slowly up the stairs to the second floor living quarters, the DarkBlade began to emerge from inside my arm. I can still remember how much that hurt.
Blackfang knew which room was Seradau's, of course. Walking past my room, Seradau's was the next. And so it came to pass that Blackfang opened the door, to find a sleeping Seradau lying in bed. Completely unaware of what was transpiring. Blackfang smirked as the entire sword emerged, and he rose it above his head as he advanced on Mr. Awatore.
"NO!" I cried from within, deeply hoping that for some reason, Seradau would hear me and awake. But no such luck, the huddled mass on the bed didn't stir, not even slightly. That's what first caught my attention.
Blackfang held the blade high above my head, "Good night Seradau Awatore!" It cried as it swung the blade down towards the center of the mass on the bed. The force of the blow cleaved the bed in two and stuck the blade in the floor.
I still remember, probably most clearly of anything during that time, the intense loss I felt at that very moment, as Blackfang cleaved through the bed.
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Two strikes.
Just two strikes, that was all it took, and Shugo was dead.
I stood there, shocked by what I had done, but trying to justify it. 'It wasn't me, it was Blackfang.' I told myself, but I knew. I knew that I would've done the same thing if it was me in control, but alas, it wasn't. I made a few quick swipes of the blade, to rid it of the blood, it then retracted into my arm. Weird, no?
Anyway, about that time I got the urge, the feeling. Blackfang wanted someone dead, someone I knew well. I couldn't figure out who it was though. Despite that, I felt myself walking and leaving Shugo's office. "Hey! Hey you there! Stop right now!!" A guard yelled, as two more appeared, brandishing large guns.
"I would suggest you leaving now..." Blackfang rumbled, as the tip of the blade began to slide out.
"Oh? So, you would suggest me leaving? Well let's see you suggest on this!!" And then all three guards opened fire. They sprayed all about the room, and I was sure that I would be dead soon. Having emptied their clips, and being quite sure I was dead, they turned to leave.
"Hmpf, well, I did warn you." Blackfang mumbled as the sword fully extended, he walked slowly up to the largest one, and thrust the sword deep into his back, "Well, I guess I was right, you should have left..." Blackfang laughed, it was a deep, dark, soul-piercing laugh. Blackfang pulled the sword out, giving it a little twist so the spike could rend more flesh. The man fell forwards, blood spilling out of him in many places.
"What!?! How did you..we...Ahhhh!!!" The two remaining men slammed fresh clips into their guns and unloaded on me.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk...." Blackfang simply ignored the impending bullets, he walked forwards and looked towards one of the men. He smiled as he whipped the sword upwards, severing the man's arm. The now one-armed man screamed in horror as he spurted blood. "Shut up." was the only thing Blackfang said as it cut the man to death.
"You killed him! How did you avoid the bullets!?!?!" The man sobbed.
"Who said I avoided them?" Blackfang replied, walking forwards and killing this man in one clean slice. He swung the blade thrice, blood splattering on the walls. Walking out, I remember the sick feeling I got, realizing the gruesome horror I had just witnessed, if I would have been in control of my body, I would've vomited.
**********
Walking out of the warehouse, Blackfang headed down the main street. I remember trying to figure out who Blackfang wanted dead. We continued walking, meeting no one. I was thankful for this, I couldn't handle any more bloodshed. I remember it clearly, as if it was yesterday. We were continuing down the road, approaching the NetBattler's Complex when I realized who Blackfang was going to kill.
Seradau...
Why, you may ask. Well, it's simple really. Seradau was possibly the only person, besides other Blackfang infected people, that knew of my 'condition'. Due to that, he was the only person that could possibly save me. I couldn't think of any possible way I could stop Blackfang, not in my current state, I just hoped that Seradau could figure out what to do himself.
**********
We entered the door, although it really was just Blackfang doing everything now, Blackfang had been with me for a long time, so the security codes were no protection. It was also inhabiting my body, so retinal scanners also did nothing. Finally, Blackfang had access to my memory, so it knew just were Seradau would be right now, in his room, asleep.
"No, you can't do this! Seradau has done nothing!" I tried to yell, but Blackfang didn't care. All it cared about was Seradau dead. Walking slowly up the stairs to the second floor living quarters, the DarkBlade began to emerge from inside my arm. I can still remember how much that hurt.
Blackfang knew which room was Seradau's, of course. Walking past my room, Seradau's was the next. And so it came to pass that Blackfang opened the door, to find a sleeping Seradau lying in bed. Completely unaware of what was transpiring. Blackfang smirked as the entire sword emerged, and he rose it above his head as he advanced on Mr. Awatore.
"NO!" I cried from within, deeply hoping that for some reason, Seradau would hear me and awake. But no such luck, the huddled mass on the bed didn't stir, not even slightly. That's what first caught my attention.
Blackfang held the blade high above my head, "Good night Seradau Awatore!" It cried as it swung the blade down towards the center of the mass on the bed. The force of the blow cleaved the bed in two and stuck the blade in the floor.
I still remember, probably most clearly of anything during that time, the intense loss I felt at that very moment, as Blackfang cleaved through the bed.
