Blood from my Wounds
Chapter 1: Prologue
A young girl, just over ten, stood in a dark room. Her yellow eyes were filled with determination as she waited for the demon.
All at once, a dark creature shot out from the shadows. She quickly, yet awkwardly, raised her young arms to block the demon's attack. Shortly afterwards, the stench of rotten flesh filled the air. The demon fell to the ground, dead.
Demon after demon charged at her, but each only lasting a few seconds. This continued until two demons would challenge her at once, then three, then four. Eventually she couldn't fend them off so quickly, and thousands of snake like creatures piled on top of her.
Ten seconds past and there was no sign of the girl. Then twenty seconds had ticked away. Finally, a surge of white light disintegrated the snakes and the room was left empty and flickering with energy. The girl, having worn out of energy, was collapsed in center of the room.
From a room above, three adults disused the fight below; every attack was noted, recorded, and then critiqued.
"It's amazing, isn't it? She has all the potential of a thirty year old man, yet she is just a young girl. No one will ever suspect her. She's perfect."
Only a grunt was the reply from an oily man in the corner. His face was masked by shadows, but it was evident that his hair was slicked back by handfuls of grease. His frame, which was large to begin with, was hidden by layers of fat. With one of his massive hands, he slipped a translucent, pink jewel onto the glass table top. The jewel itself was no bigger then a marble, but a thick shell of light surrounded it, almost drowning the jewel within its glowing brilliance.
"I vil try dis. But, if anyting goes wrong, she vil die. And, if her enemies don't kill her first, I vil," when he spoke, his voice flowed with a foreign ring. with that, he left the other two men to themselves.
"I'd say, that went rather well. Wouldn't you?" Unlike the fat man, he was tall and thin. This bleach-blonde hair went down to his neck. It was parted down the middle and it hung in front of his hazel eyes, causing him to brush the offending lock out of his vision every few minutes.
"We will see how she does. What our friend neglects to remember is that we never fail. And if we do, no one lives long enough to remember it."
I hope you like it… I had a dream about this, and so I'm testing out the idea as a fanfiction…
Later!
Blanket disclaimer
(I will be adding this on all chapters; unless I forget, which I tend to do):
I do not, and have never, owned Inuyasha or other characters created by RumikoTakahashi. All I ask is that I can mold them into my own fanfiction, for my own enjoyment and, I hope, yours as well. Enjoy.
Cola