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Sunday, February 22, 2004


Alpha breed part 1
The rain came down in torrents upon Shin as he waited. He half crouched on the ledge of the roof, binoculars in hand, as he watched and waited. It's been raining now for a while now and he was soaked through his haevy black trenchcoat. He lost count of how long he had been on that roof waiting and watching, minutes, hours, days he couldn't tell. All he knew was he had a job to do and he would do it. The black stormclouds over head completely blocked out the sun as he stood there in silence, watching. Waiting for a sign. There! There was his sign! As lighting flashed over head and thunder boomed he saw what he was waiting for. He pulled his long black hair from his face and looked through the binoculars. A short slightly overweight man in his mid-thirties, with a 5 o'clock shadow and a bald spot walked down the street. When he looked through the binoculars he could see the rain curving around the man, avoiding him. This has to be the man he's looking for, he fits the description perfectly. Kikuro, level 3 spell caster. Only shown to use basic attack fire and wind spells. Though his spells are basic he has massive destructive power behind them. He was supposed to take this man out from a distance, which shouldn't be a problem, Kikuro has no defensive spells. He placed his hand before his chest and made three quick hand signs then thrust his arm forward palm out at Kikoru. His arm glowed a bright orange for a second then a beam of the same color flew at Kikuro. Everything went orange for Kikuro as he felt the ground fall away from him and everything slowed down. Kikuro couldn't feel anything below his neck and his face was incredibly cold.Then everything started to turn white, then black and he realized he was dying and there was nothing he could do about it. As Kikuro realized this everything sped up and moved at a normal pace and he felt himself spinning in the air. Kikuro's body-less head fell to the ground and rolled a few feet. The head was cauterized at the neck and the body evaporated. Shin had to finish the job now. He left the roof and walked casually down the street as his hair fell forward into his face. He grabbed the head and stuffed it into a black leather duffle bag he was carrying. He felt a cold metallic taste in the back of his throat. It was a taste that told him his job was done, it was the taste of murder.
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