Sonata of Blood and Screams

"HOLY HELL..?!" Commander Bob's eyes lit up like he'd seen the sun for the first time. He blinked twice to ensure that he was not hallucinating while slapping his face with both of his palms.

Underneath a small pile of rubble, seemingly enshrined in a circle of earth, were two naked bodies that shone vividly – as if they were ghosts. The figures were locked into each other in an embrace; the woman on top, with her purple hair complimented by a violet bandana, gave the impression that she was frozen in time. The woman's petite nakedness – a sight to behold amongst men of men, stood out in contrast with the surrounding desolate land.

While at the bottom, a muscular adult male – obviously in peak physical condition, was holding on tightly to the woman, as if he was bracing for impact; his long brown hair apparently was also not affected by the concept of time. His nakedness was concealed by the woman on top, so Commander Bob took a few steps closer, and then encircled the perimeter to get a better view.

The wind all of a sudden blew furious gusts, as the roar of thunder echoed in the sky – with dark clouds, like death warnings – creeping and slowly enveloping the air.

*CLICK* *CLICK* *CLICK* THUMP*

The Vigoorian Assault Soldiers recalibrated their aim – the red laser sights covering both of the two human beings' heads, ready to open fire in an instant.

Signaling a 'stand by' gesture by holding his five fingers up, Commander Bob moved a few more steps forward. He was now 5 meters away from the bodies. He breathed heavily as the fumes of his cigar evaporated in the air, and then caught in the gust of wind.

As he circled once again, he squinted his eyes to look closer. Aghast, he blurted out "WELL F*CK ME IN THE ASS! IT'S A SIXTY NINE!" the smile on his face grew and was now filled with malevolence. He then licked his mouth as he drank in the view. 'Tasty!' he thought.

Like the Yin-Yang symbol, the junction between the female's legs was directly on top of the male's face; his eyes were closed and most of his face was buried into the glorious petite womanhood. The woman on top had a big lump of flesh deep within her mouth, seemingly choking out of pleasure.

'Something isn't right...' Commander Bob found the image quite surreal; he signaled one of his soldiers to approach, waving his hand in the air. He then twisted his body slightly and mimicked a stabbing motion with his arms to inform the soldier to thrust his bayonet towards the targets.

Carefully treading, the soldier took a few seconds to arrive at close proximity; calculating the distance with respect to the length of his rifle, he then aimed at the upper back of the female.

"Hyaah!" the soldier's weapon darted towards its intended target, a whooshing sound was produced as his armament just whiffed and went through the illusions! It was then followed by a clashing of metal with concrete.

*THUD!* *CLANK*

The arms of the soldier recoiled; then, out of nowhere, a powerful force of the wind started encircling their escape route!

"I- IT'S A TRAP!" Commander Bob exclaimed, now fully alert and waiting. The Vigoorian Assault Soldiers snapped to attention, then clumped themselves in defensive position, covering all sides of their commander and avoiding any blind spots. They immediately formed a bunker with their shields, and with their rifles and cannons sticking out. However, the aim of their laser sights were all over the place as they had no idea who or what they were dealing with.

Commander Bob screamed from within the protected wall made of his soldiers. "SHOW YOURSELF, YOU COWARD!" His eyes were frantically looking around but all he could see was darkness and ass.

"You cannot fight what you cannot see," the male voice from above echoed towards the trapped souls. "Ninpo: Art of the hurricane!"

The surrounding gust of wind increased its pressure and formed an enormous tornado, sucking up all 99 soldiers in its eye. As the Vigoorian Assault Soldiers' feet began to levitate from the ground, they started panicking and engaging fire to the heavens.

"HYAAAHHHH!" All of their ammunition just lost momentum as the force of raging winds continued to swoop them upwards. The arms that were once used to claim innocent lives under the command of their leader were now floating ornaments of the wrath of nature.

"Uwaaaahhh!"

"EYYYAAHHHHhhh!"

"EEEEeeeeeee"

After a few seconds, all of the 99 soldiers were airborne. The melodic screams of fear and helplessness filled the murky air; the black clouds clashed with each other, letting out several lightning strikes that merged with the raging tornado. A colossal amount of electricity coursed through the airborne bodies of the soldiers, shocking and paralyzing every muscle in their bodies.

*BZZZT!*

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhh"

Meanwhile, ducked inside the middle of a dirt hole was the horrified Commander Bob. His facade of bravery has crumbled like the rocks beneath him; flashbacks of his tyranny invaded his mind as he started letting himself go right there and then. "S-Spare ME! Spare ME! Nooooo!" he muttered as heard the cries of his comrades over the radio comms, and then fading to silence. "Oh God PLEASE make it stop!!" a tear fell on his cheek as he formed a fist of shaken cowardice; the force of the wind inside the pig hole sounded of death.

Two shadow like figures emerged from within the tornado, their speed unmatched by the naked eye; Ryu, brandishing the legendary dragon sword and Ayane, wielding a deadly pair of Fuma Kodachi. Soaring at supersonic speeds, the ninjas then began a sonata of blood and screams.

The power armors were no match to the lethal and calculated intent of the tag team; One by one, precision slices glinted in the night sky – reflections of piercing light embellished the aria of dread – then producing crimson red fluids.

"Uwaaaaah!"

"Eyyaaaahh!"

"M-Moooommy!!"

The skies mourned as drops of rain started falling – orchestrating the mix between the phantom shower and streams of human blood.

Survivors of the first wave of the attack were not spared. No, not one; as the bodies of the soldiers who were clinging on the last thread of their lives fell to the ground, the blades of death caught up with them. Ryu landed on the west end while Ayane landed in the east – nodding at each other they ran and formed an infinity pattern; gracefully encircling the enemies as they performed a massacre.

The fluidity of the ninjas' movements were just as fast as it were in the air, except that there were no footsteps heard, only the gritting of steel on armor, flesh and bone. The song of death continued for another minute as the soldiers didn't have the time to scream anymore, only occasional grunts and wails that were drowned by the rain and thunder claps.

As the soldiers' numbers dwindled, there began a gradual decrescendo towards silence.

As the last of the 99 soldiers fell, his guts spilled on the pool of mud mixed with dark red human liquid and lifeless carcasses; the rain was now turning to a drizzle, as if gently washing away the sins on the battlefield.

Ryu Hayabusa, the legendary dragon ninja, swung his dragon sword towards the earth, to expel the remaining blood from it. He then relaxed his battle stance, exhaled, and sheathed the vicious weapon back to its scabbard with his eyes closed.

"That's the last of them..." Ryu's voice trailed off; he sensed something moving amidst the puddle of red body fluid and guts. He tightened his mask against his face as he walked towards it.

Ayane was already there; her wet leather body suit blended with the blackness of the night. On each side of her thighs, the Fuma Kodachi were sheathed as if they were never used.

"And I just got these dry-cleaned!" Ayane's lips pouted as she put her hands on the sides of her hips, the pour of the drizzle hugging her voluptuous shape. She then looked at Ryu as he was approaching, and understood that she needed to fish for the body that was underneath, a meter in front of her.

"Here piggy piggy," the condescending voice coming from Ayane's lips startled the petrified Commander Bob; he slowly lifted his arms to symbolize a surrender. "P-Please don't hurt me!" his whimpering voice was pathetic in Ayane's ears.

Leaning forward and then winking at Ryu, Ayane lifted Commander Bob using his hair as a harness and then kicked his backside, pushing him towards the direction of Ryu. The poor commander stumbled and fell, face first, still shaking from the cold and utmost fear. As he raised his head, Commander Bob's eyes broadened as he saw the cold blooded murderer in front of him.

Ryu's expression behind his mask darkened as he established his will upon Commander Bob, as if he wasn't already intimidating enough. His Legendary Black Falcon outfit emitted an aura of manslaughter as his green eyes glowed underneath the moon - slowly emerging from the parting nimbus clouds.

The Master Ninja unsheathed his sword once again, hungry for another victim to slay. As he was slowly approaching the prey, Ryu spoke, "Who sent you?" the face of the receiving end of those words turned white as a ghost.

Grabbing the earth of cadavers with his shaking fists, Commander Bob leaned back and pushed himself up so that he may be able to crawl backwards. Unable to maintain eye contact with Ryu's cruel eyes, he desperately moved backwards, his soiled body indiscernible from the smorgasbord of the remains of his squad. He then opened his dried mouth to speak.

"M-mmm..." with all of his remaining strength he was able to say the name completely. "M-Murai..."

Ryu edged closer, his blade now inches away from the throbbing throat of Commander Bob. "You lie. He doesn't exist of this world anymore." He recalled the final battle with his former Master - and deceased Ninja Master/Warlord of the defunct Shadow Ninja Clan: the Dark Disciple Murai.

"I-I'm telling the truth!" Commander Bob yelped while catching his breath. "P-Please, spare me!" his hand was slowly reaching for something underneath his army shirt; Ayane, always quick on her feet, noticed and took action right away.

*Swoosh!*

A second later, Ayane was holding what looked like a heart shaped vial with a hot pink liquid inside; it was an ornament in the middle of a thick gold necklace.

"W-whaaa?!" Commander Bob held on his now bare chest, which was slashed open a few seconds ago. From the perfectly formed wound, a small drip of blood started trickling down, to his abdomen. It was going to be his last.

"Aaaaahhh! Noooo, please, I beg of you, I'll DO ANYTHING! I-I'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU WANT!" begging for his life, the masculine Commander Bob was no more than a lowly pig waiting for the mercy of death.

For Ryu Hayabusa, this was nothing new. Whatever it took, no matter the circumstances, he destroys those that threaten the very balance of the world.

"Nooooooooo!"

*Shhhwiing!*

The dragon sword found its way through the soft tissues of Commander Bob's throat; it was so effortless, like slicing through butter. "Gwwaag... ahhhhckk.... aaaahhh!" the palms of the victim held on the blade, as an initial reaction to the assault.

Ayane widened her eyes as she was treated to an amazing display of brutality – by none other than her Master Ryu. She held on the vial that she stole from Commander Bob a few moments ago. Amidst the pleasure of watching Ryu performing an obliteration technique, she experienced a sudden surge of increased temperature inside of her, originating from her hand down to her nether regions. She didn't notice that the vial was glowing in her palm – seemingly radiating an aura of lust towards her body.

"AAaaackkk...." Commander Bob choked on his own blood; then a final upward slash sliced through his head, from his chin up to his forehead and then all the way through. Sliced open, the head gave way on both sides, like a blooming daisy.

A fountain of blood from Commander Bob's exposed major arteries shot through the air. Due to a sudden draft of wind, some of the bright red liquid sprayed across Ayane's astonished face; she was still watching carefully that she didn't notice the red vial on her hand levitating slowly, now glowing and shaking erratically as if it had a life of its own.

Ryu, still with the dragon sword in his hand, realized what was happening so he darted towards the dumbfounded Ayane – who was now attracted to the pink light like a firefly. "Ayane! Look out!"

With a rush of adrenaline, Ryu tackled Ayane out of harm's way; they fell down while rolling on the pile of damp and pungent flesh!

THUD!*

The pink vial cracked and then exploded into a quagmire of pink powder, filled with powerful alchemy. Ryu wasn't able to make another dodging maneuver as he was using his body to shield Ayane from the blast.

"Arrrghh..!" Ryu flinched as he felt a burning force coming in contact with his flesh.

The pink particles, spreading into in tiny fireballs, were attracted to Ryu – and began searing through his right arm!