Suzuka, the myserious female assasin, regarded my many to be an agel of death in the mask of a beautiful maiden. But behind the harsh exteriors she is haunted, fueled by a memerythe memery of her family's deaths. This is that story.
The Blood Red Sun
He was coming. He heard her she knew it. The monster had heard her. She could hear his footsteps coming nearer and nearer. Heavy against the mat floor. He had done such horrible things, but why? What did he gain from all this? Our family is poor, we have no money, why must he destroy all we have? She was alone under a false mat, her father had told her to hide thier if anyone came for the family. It was designed to save her but it was a cage, another way fear was installed in her, it bound her at the wrists and held her for her tormenter to do to her what he did the rest. He would no doubt find her. A sob escaped her mouth, as a memory of her father's last breath came to mind.
"Take everything I have just don't harm my family! Please!" These were the words he spoke in anguish before that man, that monter without a face hit. One blow and he was out, one smooth cut through the man like he was made of straw. His body fell limply to the ground, blood flew like dazeling red stars through the air. Her mother was next.
"You monster you can't be human!" she said as she ran to her husband's body, staining herself with the blood. Her blood soon joined his oin the floor as the steel blade peirced her back.
More footsteps, sounds of breaking glass, and rumaging. It wouldn't be long till they found thier way into the bedroom.
"Be still sister," her brother's calming voice said. He was over the mat determined to protect her, to save whatever he could of his family. The footsteps came closer, then the voices were audible.
"Why are we here though master? These people were no threat." one said.
"We killed them to demonstrait what happens when you betray the kay pirates. He promised us his first born child if we helped him escape his home planet's civil war. Remember?"
The door opened. "Look what we have here, just what we were looking for." said the dark masked figure.
"Step no further!" said Suzuka's brother, wielding the family sword, a bokuto. "Or I will be forced to strike."
"Foolish child, you know little of vioence, for now anyway. You will come with us and we will teach you what you must know, you will be my apprentice.
"Never! Be gone with you demon, or I will plunge my sword within you!" The young man, about seventeen, wispered to his sister, "Whatever happens, do not leave until they are all gone." The boy flung himselve into combat, Pulse rushing, hands shaking.
"You cannot even hold the sword boy, but if an early death is what you want my sword will saticfy you." He struck the boy across the head with the blunt edge of his sword. Falling to the ground the boy lay there semi-conscience. His face was looking down at his sister under the floor.
"I love yo.." His words were cut short by the sound of his own demise. A sword had peirced his back and had persisted into the floor. Missing her by inches.
She did not cry, not then anyway. She mearly stood thier, staring at her brother's face as blood from above dripped in large pools around her. She must know who did this. She would find him, then kill him. After they left she left her bloody prison took up her family's sword from her brother's stiff hands, pushed it into the ground outside her home and prayed. She prayed for her family's spirits, she prayed for herself, but she prayed mot of all for bloody saticfaction, for revenge.