She Stood...

Written by: Spotlite

She stood with the snow falling around her. Her sword was weathered and blood-rusted from the battle she had won. 300 men fighting for no reason. No cause. Just to taste the blood of a human again before they died, even if it was their own. What point was it to battle? Was there some honor to die like a samurai? No. To live like a samurai is to die like a samurai. You have no choice of going back to whence you came when you accept that code. The Bushido. Fools.

She dropped to the ground, blood pouring from and open chest wound. Her hands were cold, but her heart was colder. The hate for mankind was welling up inside her body; the taste of contempt was like that of metal and blood. No coincidence that that was what filled her mouth. She coughed blood across the ground. Its crimson red shone like life itself; the sun reflected into her face, flush with rage.

Fists pounded on the ground. She couldn’t handle this. This life. The life of a wandering kenshi. Why did she break from the family pact? Why did s-

Footsteps.

“Who’s there?” she screamed, her voice hoarse and stale on her lips.

“Well, well, well. Looks like another one survived this little scuffle of pitiful miscreants. Foolish girl! I’m not sure how you survived, but you would have been better off dieing. I’ll make you suffer like nothing else!”

As he swung his sword downward, she was instantly gone. His blade hit solid ground, and the sounds of wind moved over his shoulder. Her katana smashed against his neck with breakneck force, but her earlier battles had gotten the best of it. The blade shattered against the warrior’s head and he stumbled forward, obviously in immense pain.

“Ho ho! Looks like you’ve been out fighting a little too much, eh? You should dodge more than you block. Blocking is bad for your sword, you know.” He dashed towards her as his bastard sliced into her stomach and split her in half; her innards spilled across the icy terrain with a horrible splashing noise. Her last sight was of her intestines flapping upwards to her eyes.

If you thought this story was about the girl, you were wrong. If you think it’s going to be about the nameless warrior, you’re wrong again. That was the end. Not all stories are epic and not all endings are satisfying. It’s just something you’ll have to learn to accept.

The End.