Target

A crescent moon hung in the sky, sending it's pale light onto the citizens scurrying below. The scent of Las Vegas drifted in the breeze, the smell of sex, booze, lies and broken dreams. People hurried on into the night, not focusing on anything except their own goal, whether it would be to have a good time, scratch a living in their dead-end jobs, or just make it through the night. Only one watched the crowd with any intention, yellow eyes glittering faintly with the moon and streetlights. The owner of the orbs watched closely, glancing at the notepad held in one hand, a picture clipped to it's top. The figure was crouching in an alleyway that reeked of cigarette smoke and vomit. Wrinkling it's nose, it reminded itself of why it was here.1

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'Drriiinnnng, drrrriiiinnnng, drriiiinn-' A hand shot out, catching the annoying device mid ring. Glancing at the called ID, the owner of the hand sighed and held it up to it's ear.3

'I'm listening.' The voice appeared to be female, the hand was slim, nails curved into sharp points. Putting her feet up on the desk she was sitting at, the girl listened to what the caller had to say, jotting down a few notes, nodding every once in a while. The name on the desk read Miyuki Koreru. Eventually, they exchanged farewells, and hung up. Sighing, she stretched and went to go get geared up for her current mission. On the notepad was written very simple instructions, stating three things. Kill when done, and wring the information out of the target's scrawny neck by any means necessary. Below, something was underlined, as if she was stressing it's importance. Do not let the target get away. Coming back, the girl clipped a picture onto the pad and headed out the door. She knew where the target was going, it was her job to make sure that she intercepted him.4

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But honestly, couldn't she just wait on the roof or something? Rolling her eyes, the girl's hearing picked up footsteps, getting closer. Diving behind a dumpster, she peered over the side to see that cops had been informed of what was going on, and came to intercept her target, which just wouldn't do. Three of them crept forward, pant legs brushing the ground. Sharp teeth glinted dangerously when pale lips split apart in a feral grin. Drawing her mask onto her face, the girl crouched in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment. Yellow eyes tracked her prey until they split up into groups of 1 and couldn't be seen by others. Darting forward, she struck. 6

With a quiet noise of air being quickly moved, she had unsheathed her blades and stuck them behind the first officers knees. Sickening wet crunching noises were made as the policeman buckled. When he fell back, the swords dug into the flesh of his calves and thighs, earning a muffled scream of agony. Grinning sadistically behind her mask, the girl pulled them out slowly, blood dripping from the now crimson metal. The flesh caught, snagging once or twice just to make it more painful. Gleaming white bone now stuck out from behind, making grinding noises whenever the police officer moved. The name tag read 'Ratchet' on his uniform With shaking hands he drew his gun to aim at his unknown attacker, but what he saw made him start, and nearly drop his weapon. 7

A mask glared down at him, slanted oval eye sockets froze his blood. He swore that yellow shone behind them. Blood red lines were used to create razor sharp looking teeth, and the mouth was curved upwards in a smile full of cruel glee, like it took joy in his suffering. Sinister designs were painstakingly etched onto its forehead, trailing off at the temples. The colour underneath was utter black, but it looked like the lines were shimmering against it. Two horns curled behind, going slightly past the wearer's ears. Swords glinted in the killer's hand, blood stained katanas. The officer shuddered to think of how many people had been felled by those weapons. Soft cloth enveloped the killer's body, wristguards and shinguards were applied overtop, almost like a modern ninja. Just as the girl sheathed her swords, Ratchet aimed, but before he could do anything, gloved hands grasped his arm and white hot agony seared his elbow. The assassin held his arm in a deathgrip, while her foot was resting against the elbow. But soon, she began to push, causing it to bend in the wrong direction. Under stress, the bone began to crack within the muscles and tendons, digging into the abused flesh, piercing it forcefully, each snap more painful than the last. Soon, the bone was poking out of his skin, earning cries of agony and suffering from Officer Ratchet. But the killer wasn't satisfied. Lifting up her mask, the girl opened her jaws and bit down on the flesh, severing the already painful skin. Sharp teeth tore through, blood soon spraying from the wound. With a final rip and snap, she held the officer's arm in her own hand, crimson liquid running down her jaw and painting her face. Flesh was strewn everywhere, creating a smell that made any lesser being retch. Running her tongue along her scarlet stained teeth, she picked the gun from the hand that was still attached, he made no move to stop her. Ratchet's radio crackled, requesting him to answer. The girl leaned in close to his ear.8

'Tell them that you hurt your ankle, and can't move. The area seems to be clear, so they only need to send in one more officer to help you.' The voice definitely belonged to an older child, no more than 17. The cold muzzle of his own gun pressed into his forehead, and Ratchet gulped. Taking the receiver with his remaining hand, it took all of his willpower not to drop it, as shock had set in and the officer's whole body was shaking.9

'Th..this is officer Ratchet. I've hurt my ankle.. and can't move, requesting that somebody... could come help me out. The a-area seems clear.' Once he received an affirmative, the child grinned. She took the officer's pistol with one hand, and set the bigger gun aside. His whole body was screaming bloody murder, but the officer worked up the courage and energy to speak to his brutal attacker.10

'Umm..what will you do with my arm?..' The child's eyes slid over to him, before going back to the dismembered limb in her hand. Her gaze made him shudder, it's like the yellow orbs were staring right into his soul. Thinking for a second, she raised it up so he could see, and bit into the still warm muscle and fat, tearing it off. Blood dripped out even though it was technically dead. Ratchet's face was drained of whatever colour he had left, and made a retching noise. Swallowing, the killer grinned evilly at him, before crouching down in the shadows because she could hear one set of footsteps cautiously approaching. 11

Fishing out a round little device from her pocket, the kid pressed a button, it blinked once, and then emitted a ultrasonic wave that cut out the radios. Since it was dark, the officer heading their way couldn't see the bits and pieces of his fellow officer strewn about, but god could he smell it. Reaching Ratchet, his face turned to one of horror as he took in the sight of his friend, missing part of an arm and on his back with two shattered kneecaps, lying in a pool of his own blood. Rushing over, his friend made a frantic noise, but he couldn't tell what for. However, his question was answered as the click of a gun being taken off safety echoed in the alleyway and the barrel of a gun against his head was felt. Turning slowly, he saw the smirking face of a child coated in blood stare back. Sweat had begun to bead at the back of his neck and on his forehead. Licking her lips, the killer spoke softly, but with sinister intent laced around the edges. 12

'Goodbye.' With that, the trigger was pulled, and a single gunshot echoed in the night. 13

Silence, for a second, but the officer realized he wasn't dead. Opening his eyes, he saw the child slightly slumped on her feet, a hand covering her right arm. Shock was written on her features as blood slowly trickled down the midnight black cloth that covered her limb, gun still clutched in her right hand. The new officer realized that the gun had backfired, sending the bullet into the flesh of his would-be murderer, this was his chance. Drawing his semi automatic he aimed for her head. The kid looked up, and he hesitated. Would it be right to shoot a kid? Maybe she was being forced. He could see the muscles in her face were slightly tense from anticipation and pain. Dropping to her knees, Miyuki made it seem like he had won, while her hand was scrabbling around for something to take hold of. Her swords would be too obvious, but then her gloved hands closed down on the now shredded wrist of Ratchet's destroyed arm. She had eaten the skin and everything in between all the way down to the hard bone, so it could be used as a weapon. Gripping it tightly, she watched through narrowed yellow eyes as the newcomer came towards her. The fool should have killed her while he had the chance. Ratchet was warning him not to go near, but he paid no heed. Bending down, the officer looked Miyuki in the eye, before shifting them to her wounded arm.14

'You want me to take a look at that?' Her eyes widened in genuine surprise, who was this man? Shifting the limb to her other hand, she nodded for a distraction. As the officer inspected it, the kid counted down in her head. 3..2..1..strike! Lashing out, the bone contacted with the side of his head, and his neck snapped to one side. Pulling down her mask, the killer brutally swung down again and again, until the bone jutting out was broken, now sharp. Swinging the broken end like a sword, a wet tearing noise came from the officer's abdomen, and the piece of bone got caught. Frowning, she walked up, and stuck her hand deep into the wound. The man gasped in sheer agony, sweat and tears running down his face, all colour had fled. Grasping the first thing she came in contact with that could move, the kid yanked back, and this time her hand came back clutching much of the officer's insides. They spilled out of the gaping wound, strewn about everywhere, Miyuki almost tripped over one when it got caught around her foot. This wasn't really one of her smartest moves. Making a face, she let them go and wiped her hands, now ungloved, on the brick wall which just made they more bloody instead of gooey, then stepped back to survey her handiwork. 15

Ratchet was staring at her in horror, grief etched onto his face for his friend. The walls were now painted crimson, and another pool of warm lifeblood had merged with the other, to create a huge and spreading lake. The other officer was dying fast, soon to fade away forever, more of his inner workings were splayed out on him and the floor than actually being inside his body, but surprisingly, he was alive. Walking over to Ratchet, she quickly pulled off his mask and blocked his mouth and nose with it, tying up his remaining hand in the process. Briefly pulling up her mask and taking one more huge chunk out of his side, she pulled back as blood was dribbling down her chin and her sharp teeth cut into the skin, giving her the delicious juices she wanted. Then, she remembered the real reason she was here. Cursing profoundly, she pulled her gloves back on, pulled down her mask, still chewing vigorously, and sprinted to where her target was supposed to be. Hopefully, he was still there.16

Landing with a dull thud on the ground, she scanned the area. Only two were there, and they both weren't cops. Glancing at the picture, she identified one as her target. Licking her lips, she drew her swords, but winced at the gunshot wound protested. They split ways, and she stalked her target into another alleyway. When he heard sirens, the man, known as Jacko to most, cursed and reached for his cell. He, however, didn't have time as Miyuki reached into one of many pockets and drew a knife, flinging it at his hand. She was dead on target, and the knife made a satisfying 'thunk' noise into his flesh. Staring at the knife in his hand with shock, Jacko barely had time to register cold fingers pressing into his neck, or the gleam of delighted yellow eyes. He did feel the world slipping away as she applied pressure, and soon he was out cold. With her target acquired all that was needed to do was get back to her house and rest. She still had a long day of torture ahead, but this part of her mission was at an end. Footsteps were heard, and shouts from discovery of the two officers. Miyuki was soon sprinting into the night.