The Cursed Ashi

(Note: I wrote this...I think a year ago, so please, remember that LOL)

Asuanna sighs, wiping her brow of sweat as she holds her hand on her hip, the method somehow a way of helping her breathe. She looks over at the human shaped target, hoping that at least one of the attacks had hit the mark on the form.

As the dust clears, the truth is revealed.

She groans in disbelief, seeing that the target is untouched, not a single dent or scratch in the plastic skin. As the ground becomes visible, her confidence diminishes even more, seeing that the closest knife to the target...is about five feet too short, and not to mention WAY off to the right side.

..Man, I wish these targets weren't as far away...This would be a lot easier...If I could actually move from this distance, I'd have this done in seconds...

Suddenly, there's a knock on the steel warehouse door, putting her on guard, holding her remaining throwing knives tight in her fists, her knuckles turning whiter by the second as she prepares to take down the questionable visitor.

"Who's out there?!" Asuanna yells.

"Asuanna, it's me, Dr. Mutosuki."

She relaxes, glad that it's only the man that brought her back from the brink of death after her first encounter with their enemy, and who was making her do this in the place, so that if she was ever without Satoro, Mutosuki's nephew, or any other person, she would be able to defend herself.

"Doctor, you scared me, I thought for a minute you were members of the Ankoku." Asuanna replies with a sigh of relief, walking towards the locked door.

She hears Mutosuki's light chuckling from the other side, relaxing her even more then before.

"Oh no, it's just me. I'm just here to check in on you is all." he replies.

She smiles at the response, reaching for the handle so to let him inside.

...Mutosuki...You are such a silly old man...

Then, as she plays his response through her head one more time, she notices something.

Mutosuki usually says 'ya'll', considering he was raised in the U.S., more distintive, some place called Texas. She's never heard him say the word 'you' before.

She stalls as a sense of foreboding comes over her, still thinking over the situation.

"Asuanna?" Mutosuki's familiar and trusting voice calls, sounding a bit worried, and dashing her suspicions a bit.

Though, she takes a deep breath, trying to regulate her breathing so that she can sound normal, not nervous.

"Mutosuki, is Satoro with you?" Asuanna asks.

"Oh no, I left him at the garage." Mutosaki answers, "Why?"

Her eyes widen, before they narrow.

Without another thought, she takes the handle, pushing it out with all her might, forcing it off the henges.

She looks out to see what she had suspected.

A group of members from the Ankoku, one wearing a head piece, probably used to translate his voice into Mutosuki's.

...A trap...

She grits her teeth, using her abnormal strength to swing the door at a few men, throwing them all off their feet, knocking them out as they make impact with the cliff side.

Turning back, she sees more men running at her, their usual shocking sticks, pistols, and swords readied to use tight in their fists.

"H-How did you know-" the man with the head piece starts, the power now dislocated, so he no longer sounds like Mutosuki.

"-The doctor goes no where without Satoro because of his condition, that, and you guys apparently have no idea what an Texian accent is. As soon as he said no, I knew you guys were trying something." Asuanna snaps.

The men grit their teeth, irritated by their mistakes, though staying stronger, closing off the escapes by huddling closer around her.

"You're still outnumbered one to thrity-five, now surrender and except that your time of death has come!" he says, taking out a katana.

"If you value your lives, you will be the ones that surrender!" Asuanna snaps.

The men with pistols answer by getting their guns ready and aimed right at her, then fire in one swoop.

Asuanna's eyes widen as some of the bullets enter her skin, hitting her in all places from the neck down. Though, she smirks, snikering as she readys her own weapons she was training with, running at the men.

...At least on the bright side I can finally train...my Guerrilla Warfare moves...

The fact that she's still moving causing some to freeze in fear.

"W-What?! She's not dead?!" one yells.

"She's inhuman, just like Master told!"

"The Ashi must be terminated!"

"Shut up!" she yells, jumping in the air.

With a flick of her wrists, the ten throwing knives cut through the air, instantly stabbing into the chests of the closest men. Landing, she dodges remaining pistol shots, standing back up as the men hit fall in their own blood. Turning, she pulls a few daggers from the pouch connected to her leg, throwing them at the six men with feet of her, stopping them in their tracks.

"Ashi, you are mine!" a man yells, looking to be the advance leader as he wears the grey Ankoku insignia on his vest.

Her eyes widen, trying to keep calm as more pistol bullets rip through her skin, the numb pain beginning to take full effect inside her reinforced body.

...No, I need to get out...Or else he'll trigger...

"DIE!" the leader yells, stabbing a dagger into her chest.

"Nu-AGH!" Asuanna croups, feeling the sharp jolt as the blade digs into her skin, almost entering her metal heart.

Blood splurts from the gash as he pulls it out, snickering as she falls to her knees, the life in her eyes flickering, making it seem like she's in her final moments.

"Ashi, you are the evil that has been predicted to end our world. In the name of our Master, the bringer of peace and prosperity, I hereby declare you executed." their leader says, the men around him cheering with excitement, thinking that their mission has been a complete success.

Suddenly, there's a electric like pulse that fills the air, taking the members by surprise.

"What?..." one trails.

"Te cretins ausus ad influat propheta a conditor..."

Their eyes widen, looking back at Asuanna.

"No way..." the leader trails, his shifty eyes wide in something like terror as he watches what he thought was a corpse beginning to rise from the pool of blood surrounding her.
Her eyes flutter, glowing white light as the injury has brought fourth her true nature.

The nature of the Earth's destroyer, the Ashi.

"...hoc stulti scelus non transire..." she trails, kunai spinning on her fingers, at least four on each of them, making about forty weapons in total.

"She truly is the monster from legend..." a member comments, shaking.

"Parare vos, pro sui dimissione..."

Some of the men crack as her eyes intensify with power, her feet rising off the ground.

"R-RUN!!!!" one screams, starting a stampede away from Asuanna, men crying in fear and disgust as they retreat.

Without mercy, Asuanna whips the blades at all angles, the kunai extending, and flying faster then sound as a sonic boom encases them, blowing men all over as they're stabbed by the possessed weapons.

Moments later, Asuanna, who was somehow uneffected by the disastrous blow, lands back on the ground, now soaked in blood.

"Hoc fortunam assignari ad vos cum placuit ad uti ratio, non reprehendo quis sed vos..." she says, looking around.

"Damn...you..."

Still glowing, her eyes shift to see the leader barely breathing, the extended kunai sticking out through his side, meaning it somehow missed the target on his body.

"Ashi...you demonic succubus...You will not prevail..." he croaks, blood spatting in his coughs as he tries to take in air.

Asuanna, still in her true form, doesn't change her expression, pulling her assassins dagger from it's sheath at her side as she walks towards him.

"Emotionless wench, you will meet your demise...by the hand of my Master, I promise...you that!-" he starts.

Asuanna cuts him off, slicing his neck clean , so swift that blood doesn't even have time to cling to her blade.

Blood spats all over her, staining her uniform, and soaking her blue hair, making it a mucky brown shade. Her expression stays motionless and unchanged, no regret or even anger reflected in her glowing eyes as she stands, turning away as she resheathes her blade.

When she comes too, she finds herself standing near the head of the cliff, even higher then she was before.

Her actions while in her true form are hazzy now, back to normal, her eyes returned to their yellowish-brown color.

She gazes off into the distance, letting her mind roam as to distract it from her tremendous pain, her skin beginning to reform itself, her bone marrow and muscle trying to dispell the lodged bullets still in her body.

"I wish...this would end." Asuanna murmurs to herself as she sits on the cliff's edge that overlooks Kyoto.

She closes her now tired eyes slowly, feeling the light from the setting sun on her bloodied face. A breeze begins to blow along the ridge, rustling through her long, layered hair and tugging at her loose shirt. She shields her eyes from the dust and dirt that's disturbed by the increasingly gusting air, not wanting to irritate them further.
Eventually it dies down and she reluctantly stands, before moving away from the cliff edge, knowing that she'll need mateniance from the real Mutosaki. She sighs, giving one final longing glance at the wide sky before continuing down the slope. As she walks, she shutters, behind her all she could see was a never-ending sea of blood, becoming a waterfall as it comes to drain at the slopes edge.

...I am the Ashi, the prophesized Child of Destruction, the Daughter of the Darkness that is told to one day engulf Earth...

She looks up at the sky, birds flying towards the fading sunlight overhead.

Finally, her expression cracks, a tear rolling down her face.

...Yes, fate has cursed me to carry out the promise of life's inaliation...But, I will not let fate...take me as it's puppet...I decide...where I will fly to...

I will fight to protect what I am meant to destroy.

That is what I see as my fate.