The Ninja Epidemic
With hope he still has his what he calls a 'phone on him, you dial his number, after 4 beeps he picks up. Nobody speaks, it's silent, except the groaning from the other end of the phone. 'Bo'? Bo' can you hear me?' No answer. The Ninja clan must have gotten to him, either that or he's crashed into a grocery store. You panick, he's not talking, which is completely unlike him, especially when he'd been taking blue pills. Finally he speaks, muttering, 'they got me cuz..they got me...' His voice trails off. 'Bo'! speak to me! Who got you!?'
'...the b-the black men...'
It was simple, the ninjas must have got to him, you'd got him in this mess and you had to get him out of it, you couldn't bear to lose him now, not after what you'd already been through!
'Where are you! Tell me where you are!'
'Meet us at your home, be there by an hour.' This time it definetly wasn't him, it was a Chinese-American voice, deep and clear like he'd rehearsed this before. The phone hangs up, you stand paralysed in shock. 'What'd he say?' Rick says, one brow raised. 'We gotta go.' You reply quickly.
You park up by your house in your new taxi you'd stolen a few minuted before. You're still armed with your few grenades, Rick holds his revolver, there's not point in resorting to the police this time, they'll never believe you. The door is slightly open, allowing you inside, you open it carefully, slowly until you can fit inside, you and Rick step inside, on the balls of your feet you toe your way into the living room. The first thing you notice is your cousin, tied to a chair, his eyes half open. Then the Ninja on your sofa, watching you, and him. You notice he doesn't wear a mask, rather, he wears a navy blue robe. He has jet black hair and asian eyes, watching you with uttermost easy eyes. You draw your assualt rifle, aiming it at him, between his eyes. He still looks at you, not concerned at all about the rifle that you hold, as if it's just a twig that you'd found in a bush. Wait..isn't Rick supposed to be backing you up? You look to where Rick once was, and you're looking into the face of a Ninja, staring at you with a strong evil gaze. His eyes are red in colour, as if demonized, he's incredibly still, you can't see a single movement, not a twitch of his hand, not even a rise of his chest, nothing. You never even noticed the amount of shadows in the room, there's hardlly any light in here, but you know you're not just in the presence of two men wearing robes and masks. 'Are you going to shoot, or what?' The one on the sofa said, revealing his voice. You're scared, you can feel the presence of beings behind you, above you, all around you, Rick has vanished into thin air, you hadn't even heard the ninjas take him. 'Where's my friend..' You say, daring to speak, trying to seem or look scared, you don't want them to know how afraid you are, you don't want them to see how terrified you feel, but you just know they already do, a few pumps of bullets won't be enough for ninjas, but you also know this isn't the movies, so there's a chance you won't live to see another day, and there won't be a trace, they'd class you as 'Missing,' and just leave it at that.
'Rick? Oh I believe he won't be joining you at this moment, you see, he may cause us al little trouble, put the gun down, or we will put *you* down.' 'Not until you let them go.' You say fiercely. The man on the sofa indicates for Bo' to be released, and also Rick, dark shadows appear and the next thing you know, Bo' has disappeared. You drop your weapon. 'Now who are you?' You say, putting on a brave keen face.
'I, am the descendant of Otomono Sahito, the first Shinobi, or, Ninja. A leader of the clan, we dedicate out lives to serve our culture, but rather, we're more of an artificial clan, we only kill what is a threat to us.' You stare at him, puzzled. 'I'm not a threat..I'm the one trying to survive!' 'You have the blood of one of our ancient enemies, among all, you have abilities no other clan possess, an ability you don't even know about. You really think you can kill us with one of your precious bullets or grenades? No. You only killed the ones you did because you intended to, not because you tried.' You're confused, angry, you have no idea what he's talking about, at least he doesn't pronounce himself in those wise ways like the true samarai would. But it's still puzzling. 'You can summon up the deepest of power and unleash that energy into the weapon you weild, you can do what we Shinobi can do, but it takes the deepest of concentration to do so for us, for you, it doesn't take a single heartbeat.'
'So..you didn't attack me because I killed a ninja with my friend's car...?' You say, your voice shaky still, but you're learning to adapt to this situation more and more, at least he isn't beating you with a whip. 'What? You dare assume a man dressed in black is a Ninja? It was of course, a costume dedicated to what teens call 'fun,' drugs, money and alcohol. Anyway, enough chit-chatter! Prepare to meet your fate....'
'...the b-the black men...'
It was simple, the ninjas must have got to him, you'd got him in this mess and you had to get him out of it, you couldn't bear to lose him now, not after what you'd already been through!
'Where are you! Tell me where you are!'
'Meet us at your home, be there by an hour.' This time it definetly wasn't him, it was a Chinese-American voice, deep and clear like he'd rehearsed this before. The phone hangs up, you stand paralysed in shock. 'What'd he say?' Rick says, one brow raised. 'We gotta go.' You reply quickly.
You park up by your house in your new taxi you'd stolen a few minuted before. You're still armed with your few grenades, Rick holds his revolver, there's not point in resorting to the police this time, they'll never believe you. The door is slightly open, allowing you inside, you open it carefully, slowly until you can fit inside, you and Rick step inside, on the balls of your feet you toe your way into the living room. The first thing you notice is your cousin, tied to a chair, his eyes half open. Then the Ninja on your sofa, watching you, and him. You notice he doesn't wear a mask, rather, he wears a navy blue robe. He has jet black hair and asian eyes, watching you with uttermost easy eyes. You draw your assualt rifle, aiming it at him, between his eyes. He still looks at you, not concerned at all about the rifle that you hold, as if it's just a twig that you'd found in a bush. Wait..isn't Rick supposed to be backing you up? You look to where Rick once was, and you're looking into the face of a Ninja, staring at you with a strong evil gaze. His eyes are red in colour, as if demonized, he's incredibly still, you can't see a single movement, not a twitch of his hand, not even a rise of his chest, nothing. You never even noticed the amount of shadows in the room, there's hardlly any light in here, but you know you're not just in the presence of two men wearing robes and masks. 'Are you going to shoot, or what?' The one on the sofa said, revealing his voice. You're scared, you can feel the presence of beings behind you, above you, all around you, Rick has vanished into thin air, you hadn't even heard the ninjas take him. 'Where's my friend..' You say, daring to speak, trying to seem or look scared, you don't want them to know how afraid you are, you don't want them to see how terrified you feel, but you just know they already do, a few pumps of bullets won't be enough for ninjas, but you also know this isn't the movies, so there's a chance you won't live to see another day, and there won't be a trace, they'd class you as 'Missing,' and just leave it at that.
'Rick? Oh I believe he won't be joining you at this moment, you see, he may cause us al little trouble, put the gun down, or we will put *you* down.' 'Not until you let them go.' You say fiercely. The man on the sofa indicates for Bo' to be released, and also Rick, dark shadows appear and the next thing you know, Bo' has disappeared. You drop your weapon. 'Now who are you?' You say, putting on a brave keen face.
'I, am the descendant of Otomono Sahito, the first Shinobi, or, Ninja. A leader of the clan, we dedicate out lives to serve our culture, but rather, we're more of an artificial clan, we only kill what is a threat to us.' You stare at him, puzzled. 'I'm not a threat..I'm the one trying to survive!' 'You have the blood of one of our ancient enemies, among all, you have abilities no other clan possess, an ability you don't even know about. You really think you can kill us with one of your precious bullets or grenades? No. You only killed the ones you did because you intended to, not because you tried.' You're confused, angry, you have no idea what he's talking about, at least he doesn't pronounce himself in those wise ways like the true samarai would. But it's still puzzling. 'You can summon up the deepest of power and unleash that energy into the weapon you weild, you can do what we Shinobi can do, but it takes the deepest of concentration to do so for us, for you, it doesn't take a single heartbeat.'
'So..you didn't attack me because I killed a ninja with my friend's car...?' You say, your voice shaky still, but you're learning to adapt to this situation more and more, at least he isn't beating you with a whip. 'What? You dare assume a man dressed in black is a Ninja? It was of course, a costume dedicated to what teens call 'fun,' drugs, money and alcohol. Anyway, enough chit-chatter! Prepare to meet your fate....'