I am the cloak and the dagger. I am silent as night itself. A predatory creature only few men can see with their narrow scopes. I am beyond human. I am the darkness embodied by human flesh. I am the ethereal ghost that no one ever sees. You cannot see me, but that does not mean I am not there. You cannot know my past, nor shall you ever know my present. In essence I do not really exist, for only few have ever seen me. To look upon me and to my name, may even mean your death.

It is a harsh life that man sometimes leads. It is a harsh world where all must find their place of sanctuary beyond the abyss. I was forged in a place without fire and without light. I am darkness and pretty soon I alone shall hold that name. I am not evil nor am I good. I simply am, and I do what I am told by my superiors. I do not really care whether you judge me or not, but that is what I am.

I am the rustle of the wind as it makes its coarse through the air currents of the world. I am the shyness of the leaf as it falls from the tree. I am the panther, hiding in the depths of the forest, simply waiting for its prey. With a twitch of my blade, the deed is done. My enemy is slain and I am once more invisible. You cannot know who I am and in the end I too have forgotten the name, which my parents blessed me with on the day I was born.

Perhaps I should have been named Nameless One. The name has a nice ring to it. I drift from here to there, watching, but never touching. I follow the shadows bouncing beyond the horizon of the sun. I go forth wherever it is pleased by my masters. I am a killing machine and I do what I must. If I were ever given rest, I wonder if I could ever stop killing. It is such a poor way to make friends.

Killing is a natural act for man. We have been doing it for thousands of years. We watch the prey silently. We make sure that it cannot see us. We wait until we are close enough. The prey's senses are not strong enough to detect us. When it is finally too late, we spring from our hiding places. We watch the horror in the eyes of the prey as it realizes its certain doom. Before it can even scream, our fangs sink into its throat.

Times have changed and so has society, but the rules of the hunt remain exactly the same. I sometimes wonder whether I am losing my humanity, or am I getting more in touch with what it truly means to be human. Am I crazy or has everyone else lost his mind. None of you shall ever know and I frankly do not care. My own mission is all that matters to me.

I was never one to let detail pass me by. Every bit of knowledge, since my first days of training has given me weapons. Every time I learn something new, it helps me become better at my job. It is what I am. My job is to learn and use my information to punish my enemies in ways they can never imagine. How sad that most of you shall never understand the rawness of what I can do?

With a slight movement of my hands, I can dig my nails into the arteries of your neck. With a twitch of my wrist, I can lacerate the neck. With a push of my palm, I can snap your skull backwards. With merely two fingers, I can find a pressure point upon your body and make you fall into sleep, where none shall awaken. I have practiced these techniques, since I was a mere child. These movements have been programmed into me. Every time I practice these moves, I become faster and more accurate. I have trained and trained until all of it has become nothing more than second nature to me.

I can survive in the harshest of conditions. I have braved things for the work of my masters than none before me shall ever believe. I have become more than human in someway, but still remain stranded in the darkness. I dare not show my face in the light, for then I loose my power. My power is the mystery and the unknown. My power is that of surprise. Instead of bludgeoning my opponents, I wait for a moment to strike, and when that moment comes, I end the match just as swiftly as it began.

I am just a figment of your imagination. I am a nightmare that cannot be seen. Whether or not you actually recognize me is your own choice, but I advise against it. I have evolved in ways most men would think disgusting. I have evolved beyond most predatory animals and have become an uncaring machine. Blood spills over my hands, just as water spills over a toddlers. I am the antithesis of all the morals mankind has been nurtured upon, for my very existence is a bane to morality.

I do not care for taking over the world, nor do I care about saving the world. I am a wolf that hears the command and then rips out the organs of the enemies. That is what I am. That is all that I can ever be. I was broken in my training of ninjitsu and I have become more than what my masters ever expected. I begin to wonder if my masters even fear what I have become. Perhaps they believe that I have been trained too well.

I hear and I follow into the night of the unknown. I rise and fall at the beep of my call. As soon as the feeling comes, the feeling is gone. I fly from shadow to star upon my own two legs. The night is my friend and I have come to accept the night as my mother. It protects me and aids me in all my endeavors. It is almost like being an extension of the night's power. I let the coolness of its soft air flow through my nostrils as I hunt for my prey once more.

I have never fallen or failed, for to do so would mean my own death. I do not have the luxury of failure, for to do so would mean my automatic execution. I know that my superiors have other agents, vastly superior to me. I know that with a press of a button, I would be dead and all trace of my existence would be wiped out. That is one of the enjoyable parts of my life, I must always make sure that I am never caught. I must always make sure that I remain just a shadow.

A shadow cannot be stopped nor can it be extinguished. I shall flow through the darkness and another shall take my place. I haunt my enemies, for they know that there can be no escape from my eyes. I am the ever watchful moon and my beams pierce all. You cannot hide from me and when you think you are finally safe, I shall be hovering behind you with my breath upon your neck. With you final moments you shall look into my eyes and you shall see me. When it is all over, the Raven flies away from his carrion without a trace. For I am Raven.