The Perfect Assassins - (Part 5)

It took them no less than an hour to set up my execution. The second the guard said, “Alright...” I was taken out of my cellar and put on a stage. The stage room was already congested and I watched as all of the faces were eager to see enemy blood spilled on their territory. I was shoved on to a hanging contraption and my hands were already tied so trying to fight my way out of it was basically out of the picture. The weirdest part was that my legs were also tied up. In most executions this was never used but I guess its better safe than sorry. Fighting was clearly out of the picture. I kneeled there for the longest time. Their master just babbled on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on. Yeah he babbled that long. Of course I wasn’t paying attention to that. I was looking at the contraption. It looked like it could jam easily since it used cogs to rotate and hang someone. Jamming one of the cogs should stop it. I tried to get to my pocket in my pocket. Using my teeth, it wasn’t a piece of cake. I wiggled and just got in to some of the most weird positions. No one tried to stop me though. I think I kind of looked like I was trying to untie myself and I guess they knew it was impossible. I think I heard a few laughs from that as well.
           Anyways I finally got my throwing knife out and in to my mouth. I twisted  and turned to put as much force I could in to my spitting of the throwing knife. I spit it out and the second that happened I could feel time slowing down. The knife got stuck in it immediately. It looked like it would be there for a century. I was so joyful with my throw but it didn’t last long. Right after I noticed the knife got stuck, I felt the rope around my neck tighten. It was getting tighter and tighter in that tiny second. It was choking me in the next second. Choking my happiness and life away. I heard laughter mocking my fail. I couldn’t believe it! I was fooled again. Today just isn’t a good day for me. I couldn’t breath. Soon enough my vision would blur and eventually I’d die a slow painful death. I could already feel my life leaving my grasp. My vision was blurring already. At that moment I saw a shuriken flying straight at my direction. I could tell it was going to just crush my skull. I was going to be hanged and have a crushed skull. It was a dreadful thought. But that’s not what was happening...

The Perfect Assassins - (Part 4)

Thankfully the explosion didn’t kill. Though I didn’t get off that easily, it hurt a lot. Imagine bathing in acid for 30 minutes. Then put all that pain in to one second. You’re still barely close to what it felt like. It took all my strength away, I was incapacitated. This would make an easy capture and of course the enemy took note of that and I was immediately captured.

They put me in an all white van. Obviously I was put in the back of it, we don’t give luxury to captured ninjas. The reason it’s all white is because that would mean it would be nearly impossible to blend in to that color as ninjas. We, ninjas, prefer dark colors because its easy to stay hidden in the shade since eyes can’t see well in the dark. There was no escaping this. I was even handcuffed and checked of weapons. Nearly all my weapons were taken away. I only had a few throwing knives left since they never found my pocket in my pocket. Yep, we ninjas are good at hiding things. Now you might think, ninjas? With a car? Well we ninjas obviously evolve technology and we can make cars. We usually have the outside black which is what this mini-van has. For the most part cars are not used except during rescue missions or capture missions.

While they were driving, I thought about what they were gonna do. They usually give two choices 1) Make you tell all your gang’s secret and in which case you would join the gang or 2) Die. I thought long and hard. I really did like my gang, but did I value my life more? Eventually, I made up my mind. I was going to be executed. It’s one life vs. 100+ lives. If you think about it like that, it wasn’t a hard decision. I felt like I needed to keep my gang safe and keep them to be number one. Eventually, the car came to the stop. They pushed and shoved me in to a building way down to the basement where the cellar is.
            The building itself seemed very dull. It looked like a building with windows. That had an elevator in it. Maybe some offices. But that was really it.  The worst part was the cellar. It was absolutely nothing like the building. It was actually fancy. Gold chandeliers lightened the hallway. The floor was made out of Jade. The beds, oh my the beds, they were king-sized with the most comfy looking blanket ever. Even the pillars to keep you from getting out of your jail room was made of jewels; sapphire, emerald, quartz, etc. To most people that would be paradise. But it was horrible for me because I knew the plan right away. This was to make sure that prisoners want to stay here and the longer you stay here the more you start to trust them. Eventually, you’ll get to the point where you want to be part of the group and betray your former one. It was an evil plan but it seemed to be successful. They put me in my cellar and I had to say something before I got caught in to this trap.
    “Just kill me. I’m not saying anything. I don’t want to stay here.” I quickly said.

“Are you sure? You don’t want to live in this nice, comfy fancy place we got here? We even have a jacuzzi and pool and an all you can eat buffet with all your favorite foods and an amazing che-” The guard replied
    I quickly cut him off, “No! Just kill me already!” Those choices sounded so nice but I couldn't give in.
    “Alright then. No need to be so bossy.” The guard said.

The Perfect Assassins (Part 3)

First before I continue this story I think I should explain somethings that I forgot to tell you. When I said that I saw an ordinary elderly man, you might have pictured your grandfather or someone older than that. The thing is though ninjas don’t really age. We can die in a fight and by age but you can’t tell. Also an ordinary elderly man doesn’t  wear ninja suits. They retire their uniform and dress up as an average adult on your world. Also if you really thought about this, you might think,”If every one's a ninja, how do people die?” Well obviously not everyone is perfect. There are traps and of course we are sort of like average humans, we can evolve our technology and adapt like living things. The new adaptions and evolutions usually mean an end to a gang, usually the number one gang.

So, I walked out of the room and towards our forest.  Our forest has a really cool transportation. On the tree was this cart, not like a mine cart, more like a roller coaster seat but we call it a cart. Anyways, the cart was on a railroad and the railroad branched off to other trees. This sort of transportation isn’t super fast but it allows you to stay hidden and be a bit lazy of course which is why a lot of people don’t use it more than once a month. I hopped in to the cart and turned it on maneuvering through the tons of trees we have. I made it to the ‘city’, notice how we have little marks around it. That’s because it’s not an actual city. It’s mostly made up of houses for the retired and a few stores for food. Of course it’s all hidden well, it would look like any other part of the planet I live on which is Jupiter. I immediately saw him walking down the street minding his own business. He’s not trying to be hidden because we usually leave the retired alone.

It came down to the hardest part. Assassination. Even for us perfect assassins it can be hard at times. I needed to stay calm because panicking almost always gives you away. I swiftly, which I hope you remember is VERY FAST,  snuck up behind him. I was in the motion of pulling my sword out and slicing him. Also an interesting fact is that a ninja’s sword case is bigger than the sword itself to make the motion of pulling the sword out much faster. Before I sliced him I realized something, this was a bit too easy. I thought about it even more, this is WAY too easy. I knew immediately after that, that this was a trap. Sad part is though that there was no way I could stop swinging and save myself. The second the blade touched, he exploded.

The Perfect Assassins (Part 2)

The conference room is... well I can’t be very detailed about that obviously. But I think I can explain it the way you would see it. To your eyes it’s basically a bunch of trees. You couldn’t see it even if you had your whole world looking at it with microscopes and all that stuff. What we ninjas see is a giant building. It’s wide but not tall. It’s painted with camouflage which is why you can’t see it. Inside is basically hallway to a room. The room has many windows and it’s like a giant court except there’s only 1 rising platform for the speaker. Beyond that point is another room that is nothing like the rest of our jaw-dropping world. It’s really a basic conference room. A circle table with a bunch of chairs going around it. Anyways we went to the second room, the basic conference room.

“Ah, there you are Joe! We got a mission for you. You will need to assassinate this guy.” Ninja Bob, that’s what we’ll call him, said. As he finished the sentence he took the picture and flung it into the sky and when it came down he smacked it and whipped it onto the table. All in 1 second which is very impressive even for a ninja. The picture was a picture of an ordinary elderly man. “He learned too much. We caught him spying on us. We couldn’t capture him in time but we were able to take a picture. But be warned, he might be an old master rejoining a gang.”
             “Then why are you sending me?!?!??!” I really hated the thought of dying like average people.

“You’re there to test his strengths. We believe you will most likely be able to beat him but we still need our best ninjas as we believe an ambush is coming soon.”
             I sighed, “Fine, I’ll do it.”
             “Good luck.” The room said.

The Perfect Assassins (Part 1)

    Imagine a world where every one's a ninja. No one would be seen. To the naked eye it would be a ghost planet but whoever dared to step on the planet never came out. But to the natives the planet would be an arena where everyone plays a deadly game of hide-and-seek because when you are found, those will be the last seconds of your life. Eventually the natives would wise up and create alliances. The alliances would eventually become a gang. I live in this world you could only ever dream of.

I’m Joe. To be honest I’m not really Joe but call me Joe since we ninjas have to stay hidden and if our information got out. We’d be like dinosaurs, extinct. I’m part of the Epik Klan. I’m not a full adult yet so I’m not risking my life as much for those of you that care. As of the time I’m telling you this story the Epik Klan is on top. Being on top is harder than you think. Every single gang and I mean every. Single. Gang. Wants us dead. The last 10 gangs that were the number one clan is extinct. The only time you’ll ever hear about them is through stories. They’re gang has absolutely no members of it now.

Also, we have different ninja suits. We’re not all wearing the same attire because then you couldn’t tell who was on your side and who wasn’t. Instead we have ninja suits designed with a special logo very clearly seen when shown so when you are fighting you know who to kill and who to protect.

“Hey! Joe get your butt down here! It’s a new mission! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO CALL YOU?!?!?!?” Master screamed. Of course his name isn’t Master but he is the master and we ninjas, as I’ve already told you, need to stay hidden so if you’re ever wondering if any of the names in this novel is real, they’re not.

“I”m coming! Jeez, you need to calm down.” I whispered as I came up behind him. Yes, ninjas are that fast. We move so fast that to your naked eye it’s like materializing. Of course our eyes can notice the movement since we need to stay aware and alarmed. After that we walked slow like a jaguar. If you’re wondering how that’s possible just remember how we move normally because what you dream of doing can be done by us. We walked on to the conference room where missions are given, executions are made, and plans are developed.

Sensory Detail Post

I looked down panting for my life at the cold, hard steel floor tainted with dark red blood. This is where my death will happen. I was fighting for my life just for the entertainment of our government but I wasn't born to fight. I was born smart, talented but not strong and violent. There wasn't a single way I could make it out of this cruel arena, that held the last 100 deaths, alive. The only way you can is to be the last one standing. 8 of the 12 kids who had a life and a family and people they cared and a wonderful life that was ahead of them have already died. I was surprised to make it this far into this deadly tournament but this wasn't fair either way. I lived in a cruel world where violence was entertainment. I never understood why the pain of others was so entertaining. I felt a boot kick me and knock the wind out of me, I rolled down the rough steel floor killing my back on the hard as rock floor every second I rolled trying to catch my breath but it was useless. I could already imagine my family back at home sobbing for months over my death. Just thinking about family made me think of home. Home sweet home where nothing was wrong and I wasn't dying. The thought made me feel warm inside but this situation quickly took it away. I couldn't even say good-bye to my friends and family. I didn't even get to tell the girl I had a crush on that I liked her. I didn't want my death to be like this. This wasn't a good ending for me, I wasn't going to die a hero or victim or something that people will remember. I'll die as a coward with regrets. I pushed those thoughts out of my head as they we're too sad to bear. I stood back up and gave this fight my last breath.