Mutants. Never really cared for the species. Well, any species for that matter, but there was something about them specifically that struck a nerve. I swear, if half of them weren't complaining about being victims to every catastrophe in the world, they were the opposite half causing the catastrophe. In their minds, they were either perceived as victims or considered themselves the rightful superiors that would inherit the world. None of them refused to acknowledge that they were just like everyone else. Sad and lonely people searching for an excuse to live for something. Morons.
Dosa shook her head in disgust as she reflected what she had believed to be obvious notions that people ignored. She brought a cigarette from her fingertips up to her sanguine painted lips, inhaling the toxic fumes and savoring the smoky taste as the cherry of the tip brightened. Her target would arrive in due time, but not quick enough that she couldn't kill some minutes with a smoke break. She exhaled slower than when she inhaled, staring at the unusually black smoke that exited her nostrils. A by product of whatever creature she was. Ninjas, assassins and hit men claimed to 'be one with the shadows'. For Dosa, she literally was part of the darkness, and it was a part of her. This was proof to that reality.
Content with the last bit of tobacco, she let it fall from her loose grip and onto the gravel of the rooftop. It was what snipers would call a Crow's nest. A perfect spot to pick off the enemy without being noticed quickly. Except this time, her goal wasn't suppose to be an easy and quick kill. It was suppose to be bloody. Messy. Unprofessional. The Teen Blade rose to her feet and unsheathed her ebony katana, glaring at it's pitch black shade. Hypnotized by the beauty, she ran her thin pale fingers along the blunt portion.
Gorgeous.
The sounds of engines humming in the distance caused her ears to perk. There were exactly 5 cars in a unique protective formation guarding the center vehicle. It was heavier and the frame was thicker. Stronger. Obviously the one holding the mutant prisoner she had been notified about as the package.
They were closing in from at least 6 miles away and the smell of their gun lubricant filled the Demon Daughter's nostrils. Her senses were far beyond peak human levels and out bested any animal tracker she came across. She wasn't wrong. Not at all.
The employer of this contract didn't want a hit, he wanted a battle scene with the world knowing what would happen if homo sapiens decided to unjustly apprehend mutants. Granted, the mutant that had been located in the center vehicle with restricted movement was rumored to be extremely volatile and immensely strong, but that was aside from the point in the eyes of Dosa's employer.
Time to earn a paycheck.
5 miles….
Dosa took a long deep breath, clearing the smell of the gun lubricant and instead picking up on the stench of hormones
4 miles….
She gripped The Cursed Katana tightly with her left hand, feeling every ounce of dark magic flow from it's handle and sync conjointly with the evil within her, strengthening each other.
3 miles….
With her right arm, she placed an open palm onto the roof top, forcing jet black shadows to swiftly shoot from her hands and the roof down onto the street below where the convoy was rapidly steering towards.
2 miles….*FWOOM*
A roar of black flames shot skyward from the street's pavement towards the first and last of armored police vehicles, causing them to be engulfed in the unnaturally colored blaze. The second car in the lineup veers off course in a panic to avoid colliding with the first, but only succeeds in flipping into astonishing circles and crashing on top of itself. With enough time to react within the frenzy, the third and fourth vehicle drift in a circle and make a complete stop.
Amateurs. No matter what happens. You never stop. You let instinct take over.
3/5 down without so much as the swing of her knife. She could do better, but she was just having fun at this point. It was like she was witnessing a replay of an NFL game. She had meditated enough earlier in the day to know exactly how each and every move of the officers were going to be made. They were just regular people too weak to steer their own destiny. Simply predetermined images in the shards of a broken future, letting everything happen to them instead of making them happen. All Dosa had to do was make sure she played her part in the highlight reel.
Standing from the kneeling position and now clasping her fingers together against the hand of the sword, her eyes glowed, hungry for the taste of the violence to come. She leaped forward and off the lofty vantage point with the edge of her blade leading the fall downwards below, the scalpel like sharpness cut through the wind at supernatural speed bringing her figure down like a nimble torpedo.
Crashing through the window of the mutant less vehicle that only held 4 troops, she drove the katana through the sternum of the driver. The disgusting sound of breaking bone and gushing blood spraying out of the wound echoed in the tightly fit vehicle, coloring the windows crimson. Without missing a beat, she twisted her favored steel and sliced up towards the car roof, completely severing the man into two vertical pieces.
The passenger of the vehicle was a woman, but Dosa had already been aware. Unfortunately for her, the young damsel of death was already on her before she could make a sound. Only her eyes reacted, opening in horror hoping that the demonic teen before her was some sort of figment of her own imagination that would dissipate into the night. No. This wasn't a bad dream, but a nightmare birthed into reality.
The clean swing of the sword easily decapitated her without feeling any sense of bodily resistance despite being armored enough to make maverick inc. soldiers a tad envious. The last two soldiers in the back had reacted fast enough to draw their rifles from being slung around their shoulders and were already moving to aim down their sights. A clear indication of proper training as to avoid collateral damage, but it could only work if your enemy wanted to avoid such casualties as well….Here's a hint, she didn't.
Instead, she tossed her katana outside of the now shattered windshield of the damaged automobile, allowing it to disappear into the road before them. Reaching out with open hands, onyx shadows in a gas like form exited her finger tips and were forced into the throats and nostrils of the duo enforcers, completely suffocating them and penetrating their lungs. They dropped their rifles and clawed at their own throats in an attempt to relieve the foreign substance, but it was only causing them more agony. The void was being controlled by the bastard child and only her. Allowing their suffering to continue, she swung her legs out of the vehicle and nimbly contorted herself out, sprinting towards the final vehicle in the center that had held the target package.
Before she could get close enough, the heavily fortified driver's door was crushed from the inside and fired forwards towards the young Kid Grimm. She reacted quickly, juking her way out of the makeshift projectile and fluidly evading harm. Her stride didn't break as she continued her dash forward, even when a massive man with little body protection exited the forced doorway. He was massive in size and a large scar crossed his face. He smiled grimly as he cracked his knuckles, confident that this battle was his.
So sure of his might, he doesn't realize he has already lost.
He cocked his enormous fist backwards and once it reached the height of it's retreat, he drove it forward with as much power as he could muster. Aiming for the skull of his pursuer. Dosa wasn't amused, not even moved in the slightest. Instead of dodging the attack like any fighter normally would, she kept her pace, but leaped forward, allowing the hand to swing below her and stepping onto his arm. Utilizing his own limb as a sort of bridge, she curved herself around his chest and constricted her arm around his neck. As opposed to squeezing for dear life to asphyxiate the behemoth, she pursed her lips, a familiar coal like smog exiting and flowing slowly into his own.
'The Devil's Kiss'.
Instant death. The smoke itself was a substance still unknown to man and even to Dosa herself. She simply embraced the ability to assist her with close kills and it had never failed. The giant fell like an oversized rag doll causing the ground to shake beneath them. The Grimm girl sighed in disappointment. She had hoped that the abnormally strong man would change what she had foreseen and would offer a more challenging duel.
Dismayed, she retrieved her katana from the street she had lunged it towards and went to work in adding more carnage and mutilation to the already horrific scene. She allowed the black flames from her initial assault to consume everything in it's path as she began to amputate limbs here and there. Content with the scene, she strutted towards the back dual doors that held her mark. Slashing at the lock she opened it to reveal a little boy who oddly resembled a lizard. The stench of the X-Gene flowed from every single one of his pores. He was crouched in a hospital gown and weeping in a corner, consumed by panic and lost in confusion.
"Ugh"
Dosa grunted as she furrowed her brow. The instructions were clear. Kill every officer in the convoy and release the captive without any harm as he would find his own way once released from the vehicular prison. The directions failed to notify who the prisoner actually was.
"Just get out of here, Kid."
She turned her back towards the mutant child and began walking to a nearby safe house, placing the blade back into the scabbard that had been attached to her back. She continued her trek even as she heard the boy cry louder while exiting onto the street. Terrified and probably damaged by the hushed war zone he had just stepped onto. It would haunt his dreams for decades to come and would likely take constant therapy sessions to help him quell the torture he would derive from this.
So what? It's not like he's paying me.
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