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Shadow Games: for Silvermyst & Friend

Friend in the shadows

Friend in the shadows

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(for the ninja)

City streets are always more dangerous at night; the lack of light causes people to be frightened by shadows dancing on the wall. In some cases, those shadows are worth fearing. The young men in the alleyway right now were learning this lesson. It was unfortunate that they would not live long enough to prosper from such teachings. A single over head light shown down on them, but did little more than fan their fears. This group had started out five strong, but now one lay on the ground, his body turned into a pin cushion.

"What is he?!!" One of them screamed, his eyes darting about, searching the barely lit area for the attacker. "Never mind what, where is he?!" Another said, his gun moving from side to side, searching for his target. The gurgling sound of blood foaming at the mouth appeared from behind them, forcing the group to turn around. Another one of their numbers had a thin blade sticking out from his chest; his hands trying to grab the foreign object and pull it out. The black clad figure did it for him, sending a spray of blood onto the ground. The rest of the men still standing open fire on him, but managed to only hit their dying comrade.

He blended into the shadows, bounced off the walls and threw as much misdirection on the group as he could; his blade catching the pale light for only a fraction of a second as it cut threw their bodies, sending parts flying about and smearing blood on the walls. It took only moments before only one of them was left standing; a fat man that wore a suit that would have fed a family for a month. This leader, who was known to be a mob boss that never squirmed at anything, now had to work to keep his lunch down.

"Look, you can have anything you want! ANYTHING! I'll make sure you get it! Just let me live, okay?" He begged, his words echoing in the night air but falling on deaf ears. A single final slash came, severing the man's head at the jaw line, causing the mob bosses body to collapse to the ground with a soft thud.
 
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Elie was a junior in high school. She was seventeen years old and gorgeous. Elie was smart and determined. She had her next five years of life all planned out. She was gonna graduate and get into a ivy league school. Elie was the top of her class, but a loner. She was always so focused on her studies. It was her only way out of her drunken parents house. She hated them.

Elie's home life was not the best. Her parents always drank, they never beat her or anything, but they didn't care for her. Elie always had to get her own dinner. They barely ever even bought food. She had a job at the school library stacking books. That is where she was tonight. She was stacking books and studing. She finally left a little after 10:30. She locked up and headed home. She was walking down the street from the school towards her parents small apartment.

She was walking past an alley when she heard voices. Slowly, she turned to look at what was going on just in time to see a man in black remove a man's head. She gasped as her eyes went wide from all the blood squirting out everywhere. Her eyes flicked to the man in black and she screamed. Elie spun on her heels and took off. She ran for her life away from the man.
 
(Sorry, try now. She's cute btw.)

The girl's scream pulled him out of his light daydream of having done a job well. Watching as she took off, he muttered a curse under his breath before quickly scaling the wall to reach the roof tops. Casting his trained eyes down to the streets below, he focused in on the young girl before moving after her, his body blending into the shadows with no effort at all. He let her run for a good distance, believing that she would be easier to handle once she was tired.

When he finally had tired of letting this chase go on, he leaped down in front of her as she entered another dark alley, his blade in one hand raised to point at her face. "Don't bother running. I'll track you down no matter where you are or where you go. And don't bother trying to cry out for help; you'll be dead before the words leave your lips. If you want to live, stay silent and come away from the street. If you do as I say, you might live to see tomorrow. Disobey, and you will have your own obituaries spot in tomorrows paper." He said as he waited for her to make her move.
 
(Thanks :) )

Elie gasped as he landed in front of her. Elie was no weak girl. She worked out and was strong. She could run for miles and not be too terrible tired. She saw his weapon though and slowly nodded. She moved away from the street, but kept her distance from him. "Look. I can forget I saw anything. Just please let me go." She spoke soft so only he would hear as she moved around and kept her eyes on him. SHe never once put her back to him.

Elie moved slowly around til he was in her way of the street. She stared at him in silence as she waited calmly for his response.
 
"I'd like to believe you. But I think you know that I can't do that. How long will it be before you go to the police and tell them you saw those men die? You look like the type of girl that would report such a crime, even if no one believed you." The masked figure replied, his sword not wavering from its place. Giving a quick glance back to make sure no one was watching them, he continued to address her.

"Normally, what I do in a situation like this is cut down the witness." He said casually. "But I think you're a special case." He added as his blade slowly lowered, the tip almost looking like it was studying her body as his hand relaxed. "I hate people that give flowers to others. Cutting down something so beautiful to try and impress someone rubs me the wrong way. You remind me of a flower, they way you stand here all afraid. So I won't cut you down; but I will transport you." He finished saying as his free hand reached behind him, grabbed a small pouch from his back and tossed a powdery substance at her face.

"Don't bother trying to fight the effects. Just stay calm and let it take you to a nice dream. When you wake up again, we can talk further." He said as he waited for Elie's eyes to close so he could take her away.
 
Elie glared at him as she stood there. All his words sunk in and she processed them. She gripped tightly to her bag and purse. "I am no flower, but I was this flow... would..not." She blinked as the powder was thrown in her face and started to blur her vision. "What..do.. to.. me.." She mumbled as her knees gave out. She fell to her knees and then fell over in a rather beautiful way. Her bright red hair pooling on the ground under her head. She was completely unconisous.
 
The masked man took those last few steps towards her unconscious form and looked down at her. He smiled a little, not caring that it was hidden from view by the mask he wore. 'She really is a pretty young thing.' He thought as he bent down, lifted her up into his arms and proceeded to take her away from this area.

When next she woke up, Elie would find herself laying on a wooden floor surrounded by large metal walls, completely unbound and still clothed. Lights hung over her head, shining down and illuminating the place she was in. It almost looked like a large apartment, having all the amenities that one would expect to find. A bed, tv, couch and even an open bathroom lay before her eyes. The problem was that in addition to these things, was the training area it held. A quick glance told her this was a man serious in his death dealing, and should not be taken lightly.

He sat on the couch, his mask sitting on an end table, watching the news for the evening. Elie's bag and purse lay on the table as well, opened and their contents having been looked through.
 
Elie slowly sat up and looked around. She groaned as she rose up from the floor. She grumbles to herself about how he could have atleasts put her on a bed or something. She rubbed her head as it lightly hurt from whatever he throw in her face.

Elie slowly moved over to the table and looked at the things that were there, "So, I am assuming you took my cell phone. Did you take my mp3 player?" She asked as she began to look through her purse. She saw her house keys, make up, feminie things, perfume, gum, a reading book, and wallet with some cash. She looked through her school bag and saw all her work and books. She then looked over at the masked man.
 
"You're music device is quite fine and just where you left it. And yes, your phone is gone; not that you'd get reception in here anyway. This is my little hideaway from the rest of the world." He said as he turned his head to look at her, his cold eyes all but boring a hole into Elie. "You've been out for a few hours, so I took the spare time to look at your home. I didn't go inside, but it was clear from the smell what was going on there. Not a nice looking place at all. I'm surprised that someone as lovely as you grew up in that trash heap. But perhaps its because you've had a bad family life that you're as lovely as you are now. I'm no philosopher, so I can't really say." He added before moving up from the couch.

"I'll bet you've got questions, and from the fire I can see in your eyes, you want answers. I'm willing to give them to you, but will warn you that you won't like them. Why don't you take a seat here on the couch? It's better for your back than standing up all the time." He said, motioning with his hand as he spoke. While the gesture might have been nice, it was clear in his eyes and tone that he wasn't a nice man. He wanted something from her, and wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer.
 
Elie checked and found her music player in her hidden pocket in her purse. "Thank you for allowing me to keep it." She said softly with a hint of anger. "If I get no reception then why can I not keep it? It has games on it. Would help me pass the time here. TV can get boring." She snapped. She moved over to the couch, but didn't sit.

"Yea. I do not have the worlds greatest parents. I practically raised myself. I was on my way out of this damn town, but I am having the feeling you are never going to allow me to leave." She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him. "What is it you want from me?"
 
"I'd apologize for you having a shitty home life, but I think mines worse. And before you retort your reply, remember that I needed to be trained to be a killer, to not flinch when it comes to taking a live in a brutal way. Which means my trainers had to be even worse than me in order to instill such abilities into a child." He said as he took a seat on the couch and his body stretched out. He closed his eyes lightly as he continued to speak with her, not fearing anything she might try to do to him at all.

"I took your phone because its how I was trained to act. Reflex. "If your target is to be captured, then you must prevent them from contacting others for rescue." That's what my father taught me. If you want it back, I'll let you have it. And you're right when you say you're not going to leave. This is your home now, until I trust you enough to take you outside again. But I really don't think I need to tell you what I want. You seem like a smart girl, so I'm sure you can figure it out. You can go ahead and get mad now. Scream all you want, till your throats sore and you're so tired that you can't talk. No one will hear you, and I think you know that already. Otherwise, how could I have this set up?"
 
Elie narrowed her eyes at him. She jerked away from the couch. "Well, you are not getting that." She storms off to the bathroom and slams the door before locking it. She grabbed her bag and purse on her way. She sat down in the corner of the bathroom. She pulled out her things and in a attempt to get her mind off being where she was, she started to do her homework. She put her ipod in her ears and turned it on. She had in her backpack a spare change of clothes and a nightgown, incase she choose to stay with a friend, she would not have to go home.

Looking up at the door, she glared at it. There was -no- way she was just going to lay down and spread her legs for him. She would fight. Fight like no other. Oh yea. She was no push over.
 
He sat on the couch and actually smiled as she vented her anger. Even the slamming of the door didn't phase him; and the fact she locked herself in meant nothing as well. 'She's got to come out at some time. Hunger will set in, or she'll try to make a dash for it when she believes I'm asleep. This will be fun, seeing how long she can hold out for before giving in.' He thought as he casually started to flip threw the channels on the tv, smiling a bite more as the news broadcast his latest kill but held back the gory details for fear of shocking the public.

'Next time, I hope my targets can be taken down in a more private area. I don't like having to make their deaths such a public affair. He thought as he kept changing the channels, trying to find something to watch. Finally, he gave up on the tv, turning the machine off and headed to his bed, planning on getting a few hours rest before starting to work his new 'toy' in.
 
Elie finished her homework in no time at all. She sighed as she looked around the bathroom. She rose up and decided to take a bath. She relaxed in the tub, but didn't linger. She got out and dress in the night gown she had with her. She brushed her hair out and let it hang loose now. It easily flowed down her back and past her ass to her knees. She sat down on the rug and pulled out backpack. She stuffed her clothes in it and took all hard things out. She would use it as a make shift pillow. She looked at the door and got up. She listened an heard silence. Quietly opening the door she slipped out. She moved to the couch and gabbed the blanket. She threw it into the bathroom and then made her way to the kitchen. She carefully looked for something easy to grab and take back without making noise.

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(very lovely)

Having been trained to sleep but always remain aware of his surrounds, he opened his eyes and watched as she slowly came out from her self imposed containment. Rather than say anything and have her bolt back into the bathroom, her captor stayed silent while Elie grabbed a spare blanket. Once her back was turned to him, he rose from his bed without a sound or disturbing the covers and made his way over to the bathroom door, planning on staying in front of it to prevent her from getting away from his desires. When he was sure she had everything she wanted for the time being, he spoke up.

"Cute nightgown." He said simply as he leaned against the bathroom door, aiming to catch her attention first before saying anything more. "You know, I'm surprised that you haven't asked for my name yet. You'd think a smart girl like yourself would be trying to gather as much information about where she is and who has her so than when she escapes she can tell the police everything they need to capture me. Unless you plan on taking me out by yourself." He added, his eyes staying focused on the ground as he spoke. "There's plenty of things in here you could use to take me down with, but the big question is: do you have the guts to try?"
 
Elie gasped and dropped the can of coke in her hands. She spun to face him, her eyes wide. "Maybe I do not care what your stupid name is." She snorted out. She gripped the bowl in her hands, firmly before hurling it a him. "My goal is not to take you out. I could careless about you. I just want out! My other goal is keep away from you and fight you off. I am not gonna lay down and be walked on. My father tried that. He is scared to come near me now. I have been a prisnor before, I will not be again. So, safe yourself the headache and let me go!" She grabbed a knife and hurled it a him, before moving around the room to keep distance between them.
 
He chuckled a little as she screamed her reply to him, his head moving to one side out of the way of the thrown dish. As the knife came, he grabbed it with one hand a split second before it hit his eye and then threw it towards her, letting the blade strike the ground in front of her feet to stop her from moving. His smile slowly faded from his lips as he began to move towards her.

"You've got spunk, but you're way over your head now. There is no out for you. Your father is a drunken fuck that didn't know how to keep you in line. Seeing as you've been kind enough to express your mind, I'll tell you my name so you can learn to call me by it. Its Fujimoto Masaki, but you can just call me Masaki. And for an added bonus, I'll show you a little trick." He said as he took a step back, and then another. He kept walking backwards until his back hit the shadow from the door; and then he took another step back and he was gone from sight, swallowed up by the shadow itself.

A moment later he reappeared behind her, his hands reaching to wrap around her mouth and caress her body in one swift motion.
 
Elie stopped as the knife ht the ground in front of her. She looked up at him, "I was a good child. I never deserved to be beaten or have my father attempt to rape me!" She yelled back at him, but he disappeared. Fear began to settle in her as she frantically looked around for him, "Where did yo-" She was cut off as she felt his hand over her mouth. Her eyes went wide and she screamed into his head. Tears sprang into her amber eyes as she struggled to get free. Her night was silk and felt nice, but it was not as silky and smoothe as her skin. The only thing under her nightgown was her little white panties. She began to regret changing. Her sweet scent of lucious strawberries, frosted jasmine petals and white amber filled his nose as she struggled against him.
 
Masaki head buried into her hair a little, sniffing and taking in her smell as much as he could. He himself had no smell, his training having worn that away because it would alert anyone that was after him. "You've got a nice body, but I've said that already. What I haven't said is you smell wonderful." He said as his hand moved away from her mouth but his arm quickly wrapped around her body just above her breasts, forcing her into him. His free hand continued to casually glide along her nightie, slipping a few times to caress her thighs as well.

"You really don't understand your situation here. When you found out what I wanted you for, you should have complied in order to buy yourself some time to work out an escape plan. One that most likely would have involved gaining my trust so I wouldn't see you run me threw with my own blade; or even better, get me to take you outside so you can take me out and then run away." Masaki said as his free hand now moved up between her legs and began to massage her sex. "I don't want to rip this lovely piece of cloth from your body, but I'm willing to do so if you keep struggling. So here's the deal girl: we either do it on the bed or on the floor. If its the bed, you can take off your nightie and it stays in one piece; if its the floor, I rip it from your body and toss it aside like a rag. You can cry, scream and beg all you want, but this is going to happen. So what's your choice?" Masaki added as he pushed his body hard against hers, letting Elie feel the stiffness in his pants.
 
Elie was silent, even when he pulled his hand away. Her head fell in a bow as tears gracefully slipped down her flawless face. She jerked only slightly when his hand started to massage her sex. She had stopped struggling and was still in his arms. "Do not tear it. Please." After several mintes those soft words past her lips. "I am scared and I hate you for this, but I will do it." Sighing softly as she tugged against him, "I can't do as you wish with you holding me like this." She snorted out as she tried to control herself. He could really hurt her, she saw that. It scared her. She would keep her head bowed as it shamed her to give in.
 
"Scared? Don't tell me that I'm your first?" Masaki replied with a grin on his lips. His hands slowly moved away from holding her body, and instead slid up, feeling the softness of her dress for a moment more before pulling away completely. A single finger reached forward and gently took one of her tears off her cheek and slipped it into her mouth.

"Remove your clothing then go over to the bed. You need to be wet and ready before I take you, but I'm willing to let you handle that. Finger that lovely sex of yours, then once you're nice and wet, get on all fours with your ass high in the air. You can keep your eyes adverted the whole time if you like, but I'm not going to let you rest until you're full of my cum. When we're done, you can sleep on the bed while I meditate." Masaki said as his hand gave her ass a squeeze.
 
Elie moved from him and stood by the bed. She shuddered as she pushed the straps off her slender shoulders and let the gown slip off her and to the floor. Her perky supple breasts were now exposed. Hooking her thumbs in her panties, she slipped them down her long legs. Her perfectly round ass exposed to him. "If you want me, then you have to do the work." She sat down on the bed and looked at him.
 
"Oh really." Masaki said after watching her slip off her clothing. His eyes never wavered for a second from her body, taking in each lovely inch of her skin as it appeared. He walked towards her but stayed standing up for the time being at the foot of the bed. "If I'm going to get you ready, then you need to adjust yourself. Do as I said before: get on all fours and lean forward so your ass high in the air. I'll lick you out so well you'll think you're in heaven." He said as his hands started to remove his top, showing of his toned body, as well as his scarred skin from years of training and combat.

"Like them? Each scar is a lesson and a reminder." He added as one of his hands traced a thin line that ran across his chest before stopping at another one that looked to be right above his heart.
 
Elie looked up at him, a hint of sadness for him flickered in her eyes as she looked at the scars. She wisked it away as she looked away from him. Slowly, she rolled over and crawled up on the bed. She shivered as she got on all fours then lowered her upper body to the bed. For the first time her pussy was exposed to him. The blad folds spread a bit from her position. It looked taste and smoothe as silk. Her soft, delicate hands gripped the covers of the bed as she closed her eyes. More tears quietly slipped down her face.
 
He smiled a bit more as she did as ordered but said nothing to her. Slowly, he moved to kneel on the bed behind her, making not a sound at all as he did. His hands moved with a practiced gentleness, as if she was fine crystal that would crack if handled improperly. His mouth inched closer to her sex, his hot breath beating down on her lower lips. Soon his mouth was placing light kisses on those lips, teasing her as much as he could.

Masaki's kisses steadily became harder, his mouth sucking at her folds while his tongue licked at each crevice she had. His hands gently pushed her cheeks apart even more, forcing Elie to show more of her pussy to him. Masaki felt his cock growing harder, begging to be set free from his pants, but he ignored it for the time being, seeking to get Elie as wet as he could before moving to the next step.
 
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