Ghost of the Ninja

Fire, that’s all he sees. Then the smell of burning flesh, and intense searing pain, then darkness….

Light, blinding, bight, light. His eyes focus and instincts kick in and he melds into the shadows. He searches around for any threat but, he saw none. All he could see is burned ruins and burned and mutilated bodies. This monastery he is in is surrounded by a fast flowing river. He decides he must go back to his Sensei. He walks out to the outside of the monastery but some sort of force stops him. “Black magic” he thinks. He walks back into the monastery and sees a body movie. He drops into a crouch and using the master skill of sneaking and slipping into the shadow. As he gets closer he starts to appear again and the man freaks out screaming “UR DEAD! I SAW U DIE! THIS ISNT POSSIBLE!” the ninja picks up his shuriken and puts it threw the guys eye. In the last throws of this poor man’s life he says “I’ll b saved now….” The ninja watched with a smile the crazy man die. The ninja thinks “How can I be dead if I just killed this man?” The ninja walks into the monastery and looks at the front mirror but sees nothing but the death and destruction he has caused. It took just him to destroy this monastery, to kill the hundred people that live and worship this fake god. The ninja smiles and laughs at the carnage he created. This is what he was trained for and lives for. Then a pounding headache, searing pain, and a flash in his head; he sees fire balls out of the sky, as he is killing the last man he could find. But at the top of this monastery he sees fire and a man in a black robe. Then darkness, he finds himself on the floor, passed out. “What was that?” He thinks “this place has a lot of black magic, no wonder my master told me to destroy this place…” he starts walking farther into the monastery and he starts feeling drawn to the top of the tower as if someone is calling him. He starts to hear chanting in this Latin like language. And then he is flying through the air going faster and faster then he just stops. There was this door in front of him. It was masterfully carved with pictures of skeletons and wisps of some sort all being controlled by this man in a robe. He touches the door and it glows green, not a dark green, or a bright green but this nasty mixture of greens. Like rotting flesh green. The door slowly opens and he sees the man from when he passed out. The man says “So you finally found me. I’m surprised you haven’t passed on” “What do you mean sorcerer?” “Sorcerer? Muhahahaha, no I’m no sorcerer. I’m what u call a necromancer. I control the dead. Like u my pawn” “I am nobodies pawn necromancer.” “That is where you are wrong my pawn. Look down as u can see u have no feet or legs for that matter. You are floating you are a wisp, a ghost and I control all that is dead.” The ninja looks down and sees that he is floating, and that his body is see through. “What have u done to me you thing of darkness!?” “I have freed your soul my pawn and now u and your powers of killing are under my control.” “I only work for the highest bidder and that sure as hell can’t be you.” “Oh but is my pawn, I can give u your life back. Right now u are just a wraith. A figment of my control. I have stolen your body and your free will. U must do as I say if u want to live again.” “Ok necromancer what is your will….”

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