Kaeda wasn't prepared to fight a man unguarded. If she had something serrated like a knife she had a decent chance of winning. The assassin studied Kaeda's sword. He didn't seem interested in the blade. He even did the unlikely thing, throwing the sword back into Kaeda's hands. Kaeda only brought the one sword and she regretted leaving the other sword at home.

" Not fair fighting an opponent if you don't have a weapon."

Kaeda was confused. Her opponent unsheathed his tiny blades and crossed them across his chest. Kaeda held her sword firmly with both hands. The art of her style was to anticipate her opponents moves and slash her through her stomach. The next thing Kaeda knew her opponent made a small incision through his own arm. Kaeda could not imagine the pain he was feeling when he did that to himself.

" Strength comes from the gold of blood. It's blood that allows us to follow orders. Blood with armor is in my blades, my Bushido. You will call me by my nickname. I am Havoc!"

The assassin pulled his blood soaked blade out of his arm. Kaeda saw an amazing ability in his arm. In just three seconds his wound was completely healed. The assassin didn't waste his time charging towards Kaeda and slicing his knifes downwards. Kaeda swung her sword like a pendulum blocking the assassins blades. Kaeda sliced her sword for his arm, and he blocked it with his little knife.

" Do you really think those little toothpicks can hurt me?" Kaeda smiled mocking the assassins swords.

" Your right. Maybe I should have brought smaller swords for girls. It's a mystery to me how woman can use swords just like it's a mystery to me how they learned to read."

Kaeda angrily struck him with earth shattering powers. Kaeda cut her sword through his right arm. A long arrow tip slash went through his right hand. An attack like that would kill any man, but even something lethal like this was nothing from Havoc. His arm stitches together with long blood soaked tubes and his scars were healed. His arm was perfectly fine now.

Havoc threw his blade into Kaeda. Kaeda blocked the blade with her sword. It was all a diversion for Havoc to run at her with his second blade and slash Kaeda through her neck. Kaeda didn't have the angle to block his sword or the time. In a violent fury she planted a punch in Havoc's nose. Her punch instilled the pain through his receptors. Kaeda's sword cut his neck. Kaeda stabbed sword a hundred times in his stomach, cut his arms off, sliced through his legs, and even removed his head. There was nothing left of him but body parts.

" Gross."

Kaeda covered her mouth. The smell of Havoc disgusted her. The smell of blood was the most horrible thing she ever sniffed, but she had to get use to it. There was still one person she wanted to kill. She dreamed of the day she lost her sword, her hair, ripped of her clothes and bleeding to death in crimson...then she would know Kaeda had her revenge.

" There's more than one step needed to kill me."

Kaeda shuddered the moment she heard Havoc's voice. How could he even talk when his head was off his throat? A shadow arose from the dead remains of Havoc. The shadow collected Havoc's parts and organs. The shadow crushed the body parts in his dark hands and crushed them. The color of the shadow changed from black to red. The color was from his muscular system. Kaeda couldn't kill Havoc. She fled the forest and ran for her second sword.

" Run away, momma's girl. Wherever you go I will find you."

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In Hell Ichigo and Gero were living their worst nightmares. Ichigo was sitting on a school bus with a dozen other kids he meet in school. There was the kids who combed their hair to look like Goku and Vegeta as Super Saiyan's, that girl on the bus reading manga, and the bus driver who looked like an overweight automaton.

" Summer's over, Ichigo!" The scariest student in the bus shouted. " We are going back to school!"

" No!"

The scenery changed from the inside of the bus to the dinner table. Everything was looking dandy after eating his favorite desert, vanilla ice cream, but his best day was interrupted by his mother saying the worst thing ever.

" Ichigo...when you are done with school you will find a job."

" No!"

Ichigo's location changed from his home to a retro space area with doors popping everywhere. Every time a door opened a one night stand or Ichigo's ex-girlfriends would kick him in his penis. The door would show up in front of him, open, than a girl wearing hard metal boots would kick him in the penis area. Ichigo living his life this way was worse than death.

" No!"

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Gero's nightmare wasn't so appalling like Ichigo's. It took place in a time of his life and he had to watch it over again. Six years ago Gero was an excellent skateboarder—he was still an excellent skateboarder because he wanted to be good at it, like Tony Hawk. Gero saw little him skating with the other competitors doing stunts. He did a fakie, pivot, and backslide. Gero did a Butter Flip he read about from Keith Butterfield. The crowd was amazed with his skills, but the modern Gero knew that applause wouldn't last forever.

The paramedics showed up at the scene. Someone had an accident and hurt their spine. His nightmare replayed the events over and over again trying to make Gero feel guilty. Gero tried covering his ears and closing his eyes but the nightmare wouldn't let him. He had to keep listening to it until he starved to death or committed suicide. He couldn't even walk away. Wherever he went the path took him back to his tragic event.