Tenchu: Death Comes in Pairs
Made by: FanFictioner-2019
Chapter 7: Out of Control
Deep within the night, past the sleeping villagers and houses, darkness begins to rise. Not the darkness of night, mind you, the darkness of death, fear, and evil. Three dark clothed assassins approach the village where our heroes lie. From rooftop to rooftop they hop, not making but a small sound; a sound not loud enough to even hear when you're near. Ahead of the assassins is a building, two levels: the medical center.
Inside Ayame and Sung sleep soundly, both unknowing of the impending danger. The wind rustles through the trees, and in an instant, as if the assassins were the wind, they appeared on the roof of the small building. One ninja, obviously the leader because of his small red bandanna around his forehead, nodded to the others and dug a small hook into the roof. Attached to the hook was a 30' rope, long enough to carry him down to the window where Sung and Ayame lie. He climbed down to the window, pushing off the wall every few times.
He peered into the window and saw the two together in the bed. He wondered what had happened, but noticed that neither of them was really happy and their muscles weren't that relaxed. It was clear that nothing had really "gone on" in the room, so he softly jumped into the room and unsheathed a wakizashi (short sword) from a sheath on his back. The small sound of a sword being released went through Sung's ears, and surely enough he began to slowly awake from his peaceful slumber. The ninja was a foot away from Sung, peering over his body, wakizashi in ready killing position.
Sung's eyes opened a crack, the world around him blurry as if he had just been born. As his vision began settling in, he noticed the glimmer of a sword off the moonlight. He flipped up from the bed and grabbed the wakizashi just as it was coming down to annihilate him. He flung the assassin's arm away and got into his unarmed fighting position, although his back and arms were injured. "How can you think of fighting with such a damaged body?" The ninja asked as he put his right leg in front, crouching slightly with the wakizashi behind his back.
"Come kill me if you will. I want to see how you really fight, unlike the cowardly tactics you had attempted earlier!" Sung exclaimed softly. The ninja ran forward with blinding speed, wakizashi poised now sideways in front of him. The ninja barely slung his arm back and then threw the whole wakizashi forward, attempting to slash the samurai's head. Sung ducked and flung his leg out to trip the ninja.
The masked murder jumped over the leg and landed on it. Sung grunted and flipped his left side around and kicked the back of the leg of the assassin. The enemy fell down but caught himself, then pushed himself back up with resilience and strength. Sung quickly stood back up and crescent kicked the attacker's face, then did a reverse to kick him again in the opposite side of the face. A quick side kick was aimed towards the ninja's gut, but with strange and amazing speed the ninja grabbed the kick and threw it up; taking Sung off balance.
The two ran at each other, determined to kill the other. As the two were running towards each other, Sung began to remember the wakizashi that the ninja had possessed and shown earlier. Sung spun to his left and jumped up into the air, his left knee flying upward. His right leg and foot flew out and kicked the ninja, knocking him back. "I would do better if I weren't in such bad condition." Sung stated as he smiled.
"Funny you mention that." The ninja said gruffly as he revealed a rope dart. Sung was shocked; he couldn't possibly defend against a rope dart and wakizashi . . .could he? He moved back and bumped into the bed to see that Ayame wasn't in bed anymore. Suddenly blood flew from the assassin's neck; two wakizashi cutting smoothly through the throat. She flipped her wakizashi around and put them away, eyes closed and a smile on her face.
"You could say thanks, you know." Ayame stated as she opened her eyes.
"Okay. Thanks." Sung replied. The sun arose through the window to reveal a perfectly calm village. A loud scream pierced the air, and in came one of the many guards of Lord Gohda. "What's wrong?" Sung asked as he flinched in pain. The guard fell to his knees and began crying and sweating profusely, his breaths hard.
"Lord Gohda has been attacked!" The guard cried aloud for the village to hear.
"NOT SO LOUD! We don't want the whole village knowing!" Sung exclaimed.
"We would rather it be calm within the confines of the village. We don't want to spark unnecessary fear." Ayame smoothly said as she put her hands to her hips and leaned a little.
"Was he injured?" Sung questioned.
"Luckily not! Tens of other guards like me though were slaughtered! Also, a note was left!" The guard said, still a small bit of fear in his voice.
"And it said--?"
"It's over now. We're here to destroy you and your associates. Be on constant guard, and allow sleep to be your enemy!" . . . .
Made by: FanFictioner-2019
Chapter 7: Out of Control
Deep within the night, past the sleeping villagers and houses, darkness begins to rise. Not the darkness of night, mind you, the darkness of death, fear, and evil. Three dark clothed assassins approach the village where our heroes lie. From rooftop to rooftop they hop, not making but a small sound; a sound not loud enough to even hear when you're near. Ahead of the assassins is a building, two levels: the medical center.
Inside Ayame and Sung sleep soundly, both unknowing of the impending danger. The wind rustles through the trees, and in an instant, as if the assassins were the wind, they appeared on the roof of the small building. One ninja, obviously the leader because of his small red bandanna around his forehead, nodded to the others and dug a small hook into the roof. Attached to the hook was a 30' rope, long enough to carry him down to the window where Sung and Ayame lie. He climbed down to the window, pushing off the wall every few times.
He peered into the window and saw the two together in the bed. He wondered what had happened, but noticed that neither of them was really happy and their muscles weren't that relaxed. It was clear that nothing had really "gone on" in the room, so he softly jumped into the room and unsheathed a wakizashi (short sword) from a sheath on his back. The small sound of a sword being released went through Sung's ears, and surely enough he began to slowly awake from his peaceful slumber. The ninja was a foot away from Sung, peering over his body, wakizashi in ready killing position.
Sung's eyes opened a crack, the world around him blurry as if he had just been born. As his vision began settling in, he noticed the glimmer of a sword off the moonlight. He flipped up from the bed and grabbed the wakizashi just as it was coming down to annihilate him. He flung the assassin's arm away and got into his unarmed fighting position, although his back and arms were injured. "How can you think of fighting with such a damaged body?" The ninja asked as he put his right leg in front, crouching slightly with the wakizashi behind his back.
"Come kill me if you will. I want to see how you really fight, unlike the cowardly tactics you had attempted earlier!" Sung exclaimed softly. The ninja ran forward with blinding speed, wakizashi poised now sideways in front of him. The ninja barely slung his arm back and then threw the whole wakizashi forward, attempting to slash the samurai's head. Sung ducked and flung his leg out to trip the ninja.
The masked murder jumped over the leg and landed on it. Sung grunted and flipped his left side around and kicked the back of the leg of the assassin. The enemy fell down but caught himself, then pushed himself back up with resilience and strength. Sung quickly stood back up and crescent kicked the attacker's face, then did a reverse to kick him again in the opposite side of the face. A quick side kick was aimed towards the ninja's gut, but with strange and amazing speed the ninja grabbed the kick and threw it up; taking Sung off balance.
The two ran at each other, determined to kill the other. As the two were running towards each other, Sung began to remember the wakizashi that the ninja had possessed and shown earlier. Sung spun to his left and jumped up into the air, his left knee flying upward. His right leg and foot flew out and kicked the ninja, knocking him back. "I would do better if I weren't in such bad condition." Sung stated as he smiled.
"Funny you mention that." The ninja said gruffly as he revealed a rope dart. Sung was shocked; he couldn't possibly defend against a rope dart and wakizashi . . .could he? He moved back and bumped into the bed to see that Ayame wasn't in bed anymore. Suddenly blood flew from the assassin's neck; two wakizashi cutting smoothly through the throat. She flipped her wakizashi around and put them away, eyes closed and a smile on her face.
"You could say thanks, you know." Ayame stated as she opened her eyes.
"Okay. Thanks." Sung replied. The sun arose through the window to reveal a perfectly calm village. A loud scream pierced the air, and in came one of the many guards of Lord Gohda. "What's wrong?" Sung asked as he flinched in pain. The guard fell to his knees and began crying and sweating profusely, his breaths hard.
"Lord Gohda has been attacked!" The guard cried aloud for the village to hear.
"NOT SO LOUD! We don't want the whole village knowing!" Sung exclaimed.
"We would rather it be calm within the confines of the village. We don't want to spark unnecessary fear." Ayame smoothly said as she put her hands to her hips and leaned a little.
"Was he injured?" Sung questioned.
"Luckily not! Tens of other guards like me though were slaughtered! Also, a note was left!" The guard said, still a small bit of fear in his voice.
"And it said--?"
"It's over now. We're here to destroy you and your associates. Be on constant guard, and allow sleep to be your enemy!" . . . .