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.