The Raven's Nest
The ninja grabbed the corpse of Delta two tightly and emitted no noise as he struggled to hide it behind some shrubbery. Delta one would be reaching the end of his circuit around the building's base very shortly, and the ninja must prepare.
A light kick knocked the decapitated head towards the same shrubbery in which the body lay.
"Delta two, is that you?"
You see, The Panther made a slight ruckus for this very reason. So Delta one doesn't get suspicious due to the lack of noise.
"Delta two, I'm finishing my survey of the Tower's base."
Delta one continued to walk as he spoke into the radio, tuning in to Delta two's frequency, but he still received no reply.
"Delta two, do you copy?"
"Of course not, he's dead."
It was as if the night itself came alive, wrapping two vice-like tentacles around his neck and inserting a long metallic blade through his chest, directly through his heart.
His body ceased to function much quicker then Delta two's.
The Panther released the dead soldier's body from his grip and let it fall limply to the ground.
"Delta members eliminated. Twenty-three to go."
He gazed up and levitated once more.
"Delta two this is SEAL unit commander. We have infiltrated and bypassed the security systems prevalent in this tower. Proceeding towards objective, just like the schematics."
Four soldiers stood in a darkened corridor, the grotesque silhouette of each casting an aura of terror and fright.
Obscene shadows caused by unnatural light sources flickered madly as the torch beams reached a corner of the hallway. They proceeded like ghosts, or perhaps demons, methodical and remorseless as they placed one foot in front of the other.
"Delta two do you copy? Delta one, do you copy? Shit."
"What's the matter?"
"I lost contact with those Delta showponies."
"Are we complaining?" The snide remark was made from the same marine that insulted the Delta member during the drop. A tall, lanky man, Michael Stevens was called 'Little Mike' by his friends and peers.
Oxymoronic statements at their best, wouldn't you agree?
"Shut it Mike. If we don't raise communication with them soon, then we will have to assume that there is a hitch in our plan of operations, and alter it accordingly."
"Whoever off'ed those two did us a favor."
"What did I say?" 'Crow' hissed. "Shut the fuck up Mike."
The marine said no more.
The panther approached the para-military unit's method of insertion. They had managed to pry open the lock to the door that entered the building and disabled the alarm system quite effectively.
The Panther silently entered the Tower, once again becoming invisible in the shadow.
"Delta two, do you copy?"
Still no response.
"Do you read, Delta two?"
Only static.
"Fuck."
"Crow, I have reached a door labeled 'Raven'." Crow's earpiece buzzed to life.
"Should I proceed with the objective?"
Crow weighed his options. They had come so far, it's useless to back out now.
"Affirmative. Once again, proceed with extreme caution. Raven is a category five threat. Extremely dangerous."
A barely audible chuckle could be heard from the other side.
"I think I can handle a teenage girl, Crow."
"I wouldn't be so sure Chuck. Have you ever seen those Japanese movies? Fucked up man, fucking whack."
A louder snigger emanated from his earpiece.
"Just give me two seconds, I'll be in and out."
Oh, he would be out all right.
The teenage girl named Raven slept peacefully in her gray bed sheets.
A hardly noticeable rise in her chest betrayed the fact that she still lived. The rise was followed by the inevitable fall as she exhaled.
Donned in a deep blue-black leotard covered in an indigo cloak, Raven was the last thing you would expect from a teenager. Sure, she had mood-swings with the occasional outbursts of anger, but can a typical teenager level a city block just because he or she was dumped?
No, of course not.
Dark and cynical, this goth princess seemed happy the way she was, but beneath the ashen skin and sapphire eyes, a war was raged between her two strongest emotions.
Actually, it was just Anger versus the rest, but anger was putting up an admirable effort.
Tonight however, something will happen, a straw will land on the straining camel's back, and it will begin with this intrusion into her room.
Her door opened with a gaseous whoosh, floating on a pillow of air as it glided to a rest. A large, lethal figure entered, MP-5 raised in readiness to fire.
He saw the girl however, and halted.
This one, he decided, he would get up close with. He withdrew his elongated combat knife and proceeded towards her bed.
He could feel his heart quicken, his pulse rise as he approached the seemingly innocent body of a teenage female. He fingered the handle of his knife impatiently, as if his body couldn't stand the wait but his mind was warning him to take it slow.
He was almost there now, he could even smell her, her very faint perfume from the day before, and it aroused him. He took a long, deep breath as the faint scent wafted in his nostrils and invaded his senses. She still didn't notice him. Her eyes were still closed.
The fact is, she had, and was currently deciding the best way to kill him.
He raised his knife, a wild bloodlust in his eyes and prepared to plunge it deep in her heart.
It was at that moment that Chuck's eyes widened in bewilderment as he felt his grip loosen on the handle as it was violently wretched away from him.
Raven's eyes opened, and behind her eyelids was a rage never seen before, and it chilled Chuck to his core.
"Does this turn you on, you sick fuck?" She sneered as the blade flew past her head and reared around, doing a 180 degree turn in midair before racing back to her.
It sped at an amazingly fast pace, before dipping sharply downward and plunging itself in the man's groin. The man literally screamed in agony as the pain wracked his body and he clutched what remained desperately. The knife withdrew itself and stabbed him again, this time in his stomach. The blade tore a ragged hole in the interior lining of his stomach, creating a hole and allowing the acid to spill through and burn his vital organs slowly, torturously.
There were no words to describe what Chuck was feeling at that moment. Only three words raced through his head.
"Kill me now!"
But Raven intended to do no such thing. At least, not yet.
The tower's alarm system had long since been activated due to voice distress recognition picking up unusually high decibels emanating from Raven's room, and sirens could be heard accompanying the incessant flashing of crimson red bells.
Once again the knife came out of his stomach and impaled his lung. Chuck collapsed to his hands and knees and coughed violently, spitting up blood as he did so.
Again and again, the knife struck, intended to wound, but not to kill, until all that remained was a bloody mess of heaving flesh and bones, his skin shredded, his heart failing and his brain slipping into a coma.
Raven stood up out of bed and looked down upon the body, her eyes glowing red.
"Please…" It coughed, begged. "Kill…me…" More blood spilled from its pleading mouth.
"Pathetic." Raven commented coldly, before rearing her leg back and swinging it forward, knocking him out cold and placing him out of his misery.
Three down, twenty-two to go.