Black Rain

[killshot]

Marric breath came in short burst in rapid succession as he pressed his back again the cold white wall as he took a moment to catch his breath. The hall was bleach white and had zero color beside the keypads that locked the doors and there secrets from prying eyes. The smell of cleaning products and disinfectants gave the air an almost hospital smell as Marric eyes flashed and glowed green as he peaked around the corner. His telescopic vision scoured the hall and noticed to men standing at the end facing away from him as they spoke in rapid Japanese to one another. They were looking for him and had orders to kill on site.... to bad they would be dead before they could accomplish there goal.

Marric drew two arrows from his quiver as he stepped out into the hallway and knocked them back his eyes focused on the target as his gloved hand pulled back the string of his bow and with a deep breath he fired. The arrows speed down the hall and just as the men turned as they heard the familiar snap of the bows string they were struck in the face and fell dead on the floor spilling bright red blood allover the polished tile. Marric packed away his bow and from here on out he would simply hunt with his throwing knifes as he took off down the hall where the men laid dead. After checking there bodies and dis assembling there weapons Marric took there key cards and continued his way towards the exit.

Marric was on the run as he had defied his master for the last time and now he was an enemy of the Yakuza as he knew far too much to be kept alive. He had gotten this far after escaping from the training room and was so close to the exit he could taste it but he knew that the thugs he had killed along the way were nothing more than just that ... thugs and that the agents would be far more difficult to kill. In his class of trained and enhanced assassin there was thirteen member and he was now going to be hunted by each one before the yakuza could send more after him. He would need to kill all thirteen and then kill the boss. The and only then would he be able to be free to live his life the way he wanted.

Marric turned and head for the exit and as he rounded the last corner he came face to face with Ishi, number thirteen. Ishi was a natural born Japanese girl who was skilled with chained weapons and her enhancement to"flitter" was a nuisance but Marric had not been the former number one for his good looks as he smirked at Ishi.

"Ishi what a pleasant surprise to see you here! However I have somewhere to be and I just don't have the time to talk so we should schedule another time... maybe dinner!" Marric said as he drew four knifes from his hip holster and switched his vision to normal as he would not need it to take down the girl.

"You should not have defied the master like that Marric and to think you were his favorite at one time. It is pity but you will not be missed and I will take great pride in being the one to chain you up and drag you in before him... maybe I will claim the number one spot!!!" Ishi giggled as she clapped at the pleasant idea as she pulled out several chains out of a small bag on her side as she let them hang to the floor. She smiled before spinning one of them and with lighting speed she launched the heavy chain at Marric before disappearing. Marric was three steps ahead as side step the chain and threw two knifes in opposite direction from him .

As the woman reappeared behind the boy she reached out and caught her own weapon but was not able to dodge the two blades as one struck her in the head and the other in her heart as she fell dead. Marric took a deep breath as he realized that he had killed the woman... though a scary realization hit him. She was the weakest of the group the others would not go down so easy. Marric walked over to the girl and took her bag of chains and closed her eye as he ran to the exit door and ran out into the night.

---hours later---

Marric walked down the warm yet rainy streets of Tokyo as he was going nowhere in general he simply was taking in the world as this was the first time he had ever stepped foot outside of the dojo and everything was so knew and yet it wasn't. He walked with out looking around as he knew that it would be awhile before the next assassin would come after him.

[toren]

The air rippled like water in a sphere of about ten feet of diameter, its surface suddenly revealing a segment of London street rather than that of Tokyo. Through this silently-conjured portal stepped a young woman of nearly six feet, wearing heavy armor as though it were a silk dress, and gazing wide-eyed around her like she'd never seen the world before... because she hadn't, not this world at least.

Though Toren had known that Midgard would be different than Asgard, knowing and experiencing were two very different things. The mortal realm was so very much larger and equally more crowded. When she extended her awareness of the auras of this planet, they overlapped upon each other constantly, new ones blossoming by the millions as equal numbers blinked out before gaining the effervescence of their first century. Though this plane itself did not hum with the same power and energy as Asgard, it denizens, swarming their homeworld in the excitement of rushing through their short lives, somehow seemed almost more alive to Toren than her own sparse and mostly ancient people. This was why she'd been traveling to all their major cities since first landing in New York, trying to experience as much of this world as swiftly as possible.

However, such musings were cut short a heartbeat after the portal faded behind Toren when one of the very mortals she'd been so fascinated by since her recent arrival in Midgard walked into her back. Though she did not feel the infinitesimal collision, her senses alerted her and the goddess turned on a dime with an expression of mild surprise. Even with her sudden apparition, and even assuming he had not been watching where he was going, it was a novel experience for her; Asgardians simply did not bump into one another, possessed of too fine-tuned natural awareness.

"Be thee well, mortal?" Toren inquired with an expression of mild concern and greater confusion, one hand instinctively reaching out to steady the man should such measures be necessary. She did not miss the weapons adorning his figure but, with a sword at her hip and from a land where unarmed individuals were rare indeed, the young Asgardian had not yet lived amongst mortals long enough to register this as out of the ordinary.

[killshot]

He would not had run into the woman had he been more focused on the path ahead of him and in his current armed stat he was use to people staying clear of him for the most part. The woman was armed as well and in such away that she stood out from the japanese around her like a sore thumb. Her overall posture and pressence spoke of superioty and power as well which where clear signs that Marric should be on his gaurd and very careful. When the woman spoke he dated the speech back several centuries to circa the middle ages.

"I am fine thank you very much, I am very sorry!" Marric said in near perfect english as he spoken language was naturally Japanese though he was talk in the american dailect including some of the ebonics of major cities such as brooklyn and houston. His mannerism adapted to the people around him after watching the people so he divert his eys and bowed slightly several times as he walked around her in attempt to go his own way.