Chapter 1
Dancing with Death
She awoke lying on the cold steel table held by wrist and leg restraints; there was a man in a lab coat wearing a mask staring over her naked body. She held her eyes closed not wanting the man to know she was awake. The man\\\'s hand gently and caringly caressed her flesh like a car manufacturer would his most favorite car. The doctor continued up to her breast caressing it and then sucking on her nipple. She held back a moan of pleasure with a wall of seething anger. "Doctor Umehara-san would you come here please, we are getting some odd readings from her neural patterns" A woman said over the comm. "Umehara" she thought with unrestrained rage, the man who did those strange things and violated her numerous times over the last three years when her body developed from a girl to a young woman. Once the doctor left the room she tested the heavy padded leather restraints. They held tight enraged she tried to thrash against the bindings only making them tighter she stopped no longer having the ability to move at all she sobbed and fat tears rolled down her cheeks.
A voice called out into the girls mind "what do you wish for" the eerie hollow female voice asked. "Vengeance" the girl said full of hatred yet with out passion. "Then I shall be your blade" the hollow voice replied. "Who are you" she asked the voice. "My name is Satsuriku-Hime" the voice replied. "What must I do" she asked, "call my name and I shall come to you in bound form "Satsuriku-Hime said. She closed her eyes,” come fourth, Satsuriku-Hime!" she shouted the words in her mind, as she spoke the words of contract an O-katana with a tatieto gata tsuba appeared in her left hand. The tsuba was patterned with four red dragons. The dragon\\\'s tails met and wrapped around the base of the blade and stretched across the six inch wide cross shaped tsuba. The two foot long tsuka was solid black stained wood cross wrapped with blood red silk. The three foot long razor edged blade was a dark silvery crimson.
With the blade in her hand the memory of her magic returned, with her eyes still closed she reached out and felt every molecule of air laying still. It felt as if she was standing in the door way as the air shifted when the door opened, the doctors step sounded amplified and in slow motion. She laid in wait for the foolish and corrupted Umehara; once she felt the doctor’s breath on her face she channeled the air forming four blades quietly cutting her restraints. As Umehara stared in to the beautiful face of his project, Project Blade Princess opened her eyes for the first time in six years.
Umehara was dead though he did not know it yet, by the time Umehara had started to say hello his head had been cleaved cleanly at an upward angle across his neck. He had finished his greeting as his head slid off and landed in her lap on the table with a wet thud. Blood sprayed from his neck covering her naked semi-tan skin in a red rain shower staining her body crimson; slowly she licked the blood from her fingers. She roused herself from the table; she looked at the body of the doctor and lifted it up on channeled currents before shredding it with thousands of small blades made out of air. Slowly she turned toward the camera filling it with her blood soaked visage, her waist length black hair was matted with blood sticking to her bare teenage body, her blood red eyes were the last thing the camera recorded before cutting out.
It all happened too fast, no one knew what was going on, an alarm blared with red flashing lights adding to the panic and pandemonium as people ran to and fro searching for the instigator of what was happening. Already she tore through the nurses assigned to monitor her, splattering their blood, entrails, and brain matter across the walls dying her skin an even deeper crimson. Shortly after she made her way into the halls laughing manically as she cut down innocent civilians along side armed personal. One unfortunate secretary ran into her while returning from a coffee break, "sorry" she said as she looked up and screamed in horror. The last thing she saw was a blood soaked naked girl with glowing red eyes holding a five foot sword above her head, right before she was nearly split in to spreading even more gore on the blade princess.
By the time any real response could be mustered, she had already, hacked, slashed, stabbed, and blasted her way through the entire medical facility. Many residents had been sleeping when she started slaughtering them like lambs, they didn\\\'t even have a chance to see what was going to kill them before they died. How ever those who did resist were either roasted with magical fire, shredded by wind, electrically fried, frozen to death, or hacked apart by Satsuriku-Hime and those were the lucky ones. Some of her victims had been slowly melted to death with acid, or gutted alive and died while trying to shove their guts back into place. The facility was a scene of total carnage, like a modern re-enactment of the Nazi death camps. Walls were broken, scorched, the air was thick with bloody mist and the smell of death, the Blade Princess was the grim reaper as far as these corrupted souls were concerned. As cruel as it seemed these so called "Scientists" deserved their fate. With her body they had toyed, they were treading on the playground of the gods and challenged them to a game of king of the jungle gym. They lost and this was their well earned fate at the hands of their own manufactured monster.
Due to a lack of response and the alarm, a swat team had been called, cautiously the made their way towards the entrance. As they were preparing for a breach the auto doors opened and between them stood the Blade Princess her blood stained skin glimmered in the moonlight, her red eyes shining bright. The heavily trained swat team stood awe struck at the five foot two inch tall girl dressed in red sheen. They had no idea what to think of the naked girl standing there, she had a body that couldn\\\'t have weighed more than one hundred twenty pounds carrying a five foot long O-Katana with a three foot long crimson blade, a six inch wide cross shaped tsuba, and a two foot long black red silk wrapped handle.
The blood soaked girl stood with Satsuriku-Hime pointing towards the ground, the officers stood with 5.56mm M16s shouldered pointing at her safety off and ready to fire. Slowly she stepped towards the officers; orders to fire at will were being issued over their radios, how ever they were powerless against her. She slowly waltzed to the chief officer, he shook with terror unable to break free from her red eyed stare. Satsuriku-Hime thrusted into his stomach sticking out of his back, she pulled her arm right tearing through his side slicing through his organs.
At the grisly sight before them the other swat team members opened fire their bullets shredding through the chief finally ending his life. Quickly she moved between the officers dodging their bullets with ease, their rounds passed by her traveling through who ever was on the other side killing them. As the gun fire died down she looked around the circle of bodies and noticed one of them was still standing, wrought with fear he shook uncontrollably trying to free another magazine from his vest. She tiptoed towards him smiling kindly holding her sword down, the officer managed to get the clip from his vest but his fingers fumbled dropping the clip as he stumbled falling onto his back. He drew his 9mm sig sauer side arm shaking with terror; she lowered her self and crawled to him. Slowly he placed his gun against his temple his finger slipping against the hair trigger, as she kissed his lips softly he fired spreading his brains across the pavement.
Slowly she strained herself trying to stand up unaware of her sudden weakness, drunkenly she stumbled left and right as she tried to walk foreword. Her vision blurred and she found her self trying to blink it away, suddenly a large figure appeared before her. With her vision she could barely make it out, it was easily the size of a short bus its head was that of a lions except is eyes were large and silver its fur was black as night. Blue flames collared his neck and his paws, each paw was easily the size of a man hole cover with claws that resembled the largest piece of kitchen cutlery you could find. Blue swirling lines traveled down his flanks glowing with fierceness. He kept his body low and tensed as if he were going to pounce at any moment.She stared at the great beast before her; the rest of her strength quickly was sapped from her as the ground rushed up to meet her. Slowly her vision blinked out finally loosing consciousness.
It was the time of the day when the students cleaned their class room when she got the call, "Yamiko it is tactical deployment director Sasake, we were asked to investigate and purify an out break at an underground research facility, considering we are being called we are expecting a messy situation, Hiro the Dragon will be your driver and is already waiting for you" Sasake said. "Roger moving out" Yamiko replied. She left with out explaining grabbing her bag and her equipment on her way out. Every one knew what a call on a black cell meant, they told her good luck and stayed out of her way. A few other students were old and strong enough to work for the corporation and they saluted her on her way by.
Yamiko sat in the back seat of a somewhat aged black Humvee staring into Hiro\\\'s some what odd silver eyes through the rear view mirror, "hey Hiro-sempai are you going to be my back up for this mission" she asked sweetly with her eyes fluttering. "No, and like I told you before just call me Hiro" he said in his ever serious tone." I am assuming you brought those old M-1911A1 pistols, so I grabbed some blessed bullets from gun priest Takunn" Hiro said as he passed her a case of magazines filled with blessed 45.calliber bullets. "Are we expecting trouble" she asked after she opened the case, "these are 14 round magazines with special blessed bullets" she said with some surprise. "If you have any intel Hiro you better tell me now" Yamiko stated with a deadly seriousness, "all I know is that it is an old military research facility that was handed over to the private sector and some insane doctor after the Awakening happened, I didn\\\'t know what to expect so I did the best I could to make sure you would be able to come back in one piece" he said hiding his anger at the circumstances
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Quickly Yamiko strapped on her thigh holsters getting annoyed that she didn\\\'t have time to change out of her sailor uniform from school. She struggled getting her ammo belt over her skirt and onto her waist; rapidly she filled the belt and loaded her pistols slamming the clips into place before holstering her pistols. "ETA 10 minutes" a voice called across the comm. "Here take this head set" Hiro said as he passed it to her. Yamiko opened a hatch on the roof and climbed on top of the vehicle, her skirt flapped in the cool dusk wind and yet again she found herself cursing that she did not have time to change. "Hiro that ass hole, he is probably staring up my skirt through the rear view mirror" she growled in her head. "Watch the road perv" she yelled just before backfliping off of a vehicle traveling over 65 miles per hour. She landed just outside of the gate to the underground entrance; she looked around and noticed the shadows of trees being cast around her like giant dancing silhouettes. Her pistols found their way into her hands as if it were natural; she rushed towards the wrought iron fence topped with thick coils of razor wire.
She crouched down leaning against a rough concrete pillar on the side of the entrance gate, with a gun in hand she reached around the corner before moving her head around the edge. "Strange" she thought as she looked at the gate left cracked open, Yamiko taped her headset, "Hiro-sempai, the gate is open and there is no sign of security, moving in" she said before leaving her recon post. "Roger, be careful" Hiro replied.
The First thing Yamiko noticed were the remains of four armored swat vans, they looked as if they had been shred by some great beast. "Hiro I think we are dealing with a c class beast type demon" she said as she looked over the remains of the drivers who had been dragged out of their vehicles. Their bodies had been crushed and their heads eaten, Yamiko tip-toed around the pool of blood left by the drivers. She checked their fire arms "Poor fools, never had a chance to fire a single round" she said to her self. "Yamiko, watch your back, even a lowly demon can kill some one like us if we are distracted" Hiro called across the comm.
Hiro positioned himself in a tree across from the compound, he easily hoped into it\\\'s high branches with his signature PSG1 sniper rifle slung over his shoulder. He had worked side by side with Yamiko since she was 12 and he was 15, he always considered himself her some what perverted brother, like him she had nothing before the corporation had found them. Once his parents found out his powers they disowned him and kicked him out, he lived in an orphanage till the company picked him up at the age of twelve. Three years later they introduced him to Yamiko, he was told that her parents had been murdered by a demon looking for her. He was told it was his job to take care of her and teach her.
Over those six years they went through many hardships together lost many friends to the job, how ever as a pair they had killed more than 20 demons and hundreds of lesser creatures, In the corporation they had the highest numbers of all the wizards and sorceress. Every job they took they succeeded in, though failure typically meant death occasionally people did escape with their lives. He always looked out for his little sister beating up any one that ever picked on her, or comforting her when her relation ships were not going well. He got to watch his little sis grow into to a sexy young woman.
The sound of metal scraping on asphalt brought Yamiko instantly to full alert; she spun away from her clue searching with both guns drawn. Before her it moved with a macabre dance, over extending it\\\'s legs, the torso falling back and fourth with each slow exaggerated step, it\\\'s arms hung limp and lifeless, the head with bottomless black eyes pitched and rolled from side to side. In one arm the walking corpse carried a jagged piece of metal that looked like a piece of one of the shredded swat vehicles. Slowly and carefully Yamiko moved trying to get her back against a solid object so she could not be ambushed from behind, her fingers flicked the safety off and slid into place resting on her hair triggers. This strange sluggish movement was nothing but a guise, resurrected corpses were predators and like any predator this was a trick to dull their prey into a false sense of false security. When she bumped against the vehicle the zombified human noticed her and rushed towards what it thought would be an easy meal wielding the jagged metal like a blade. Before the creature could make it with in five feet of Yamiko she squeezed the triggers of both guns putting a .45 caliber slug into the left and right halves of the monsters brain causing it to burst into white flames from the blessings placed on the bullets. "Thirteen" she counted in her head as she scanned the area for more of the creatures they have a tendency to travel in swarms.
"Hiro I encountered one of the risen, engage in sniper support" she whispered over the comm., "roger" he replied with a grunt as he pulled his signature H&K PSG1 sniper over his shoulder. He positioned himself with his back against the tree trunk with his right leg strait out; his left leg tucked back with his knee up to rest his left arm on. Hiro shouldered the rifle carefully positioning his right hand on the pistol grip; slowly he slid his left arm down the forward grip and rested it on his left knee. With years of practice behind him he positioned his head behind the scope and controlled his breathing holding himself steady. He let himself loosely drift right and left of Yamiko while holding the rifle steady, "were all cle" Hiro was cut off as he fired a round through the head of the leader of a pack of corpses heading for Yamiko from the right, "Shit to your right" he said being followed by three more rounds from his PSG1 each bullet taking down his intended target. He was using the old one shot one kill motto, calmly he picked out his targets occasionally hitting two targets at a time killing one and injuring the other. At one point they had been human, men and women with lives and loved ones, now it didn\\\'t matter they were nothing more than cannibalistic walking corpses. For them death was a relief, a simple way to free their spirits from corruption.
She could hear each shot Hiro made and watch as his rounds hit their targets but she had more important things to worry about. Yamiko fired off round after round with no end to the zombies in sight, she hopped on to the remains of the swat van hoping for an advantage as they closed in on her. The monsters howled blood curdling howls and cried spine chilling cries, they fought over their prey biting, scratching, slashing at each other. Yamiko fired again and again slowly reducing their numbers splattering blood across the asphalt painting it further with blood. Finally one made it past the others jumping over to get to Yamiko, Yamiko saw the creature coming with a bloody snarl on his face she expertly knocked him out of the air with a perfectly aimed side kick. "Hiro-sempai, cover me" Yamiko said as she holstered her pistols, She stood still quieted her mind, slowly she drew heat around her and condensed it with oxygen until it ignited into a swirling wall of flame around her. It swirled faster around her turning blue melting the van she was standing on, She floated in the center of a raging fire storm as it engulfed the zombies Turing them almost instantly into ash. Her eyes glowed a bright blue color as she released her powers on the marionette like corpses.
Hiro watched the spectacle with interest through his scope even from where he was sitting he could feel the heat from her magic, in what seemed like an hour had happened in a mere minute as the flames disappeared and Yamiko dropped to the ground holding a Quan-Dao with a five foot long blue crystal shaft and a two foot long blue crystal blade. Her legendary pole sword Kitsune-Hime, held a large glowing purple gem in the blade near the shaft and a long shimmering tassel hung from the top of the shaft. On each side of the blade there was a purple glowing emblem of a nine tailed fox.Yamiko spun the Quan-Dao with ease forming a figure eight; she thrust, jumped and down slashed, and swept with the great pole blade. "Yamiko, don\\\'t forget the mission" he said with a serious tone interrupting her kata, "do not worry Hiro-sempai, I know why I am here" she said her voice resonating with the great fox speaking with her. Yamiko now moved with great speed with her powers unleashed, looking through the eyes of the fox was intoxicating time had no meaning to her and it was easy to loose control in a world of ecstasy with out worry and pain.
Once she entered the room with the elevator that led to the facility, Yamiko simply cut a hole in the broken elevator and dropped down seven stories landing softly on her feet. When she ripped open the elevator doors she was greeted with a ghastly scene, blood and body parts were every where along the floor and walls. Lesser demons were feeding off of the left over flesh many stared up at this newcomer with out interest to them she looked like a demon. Some of the corpses had been resurrected and were either badly damaged with guts falling out and missing limbs or some dragged them selves along the ground missing their legs. It was a rather disturbing reality of what the world had come to and what they were up against.
Yamiko summoned several balls of fire that floated around her in a circle; they would streak out of the ring to immolate a target only to be replaced by another. She did not enjoy this but she was one of a very select few who could do this job and so she did it to protect the people how ever each demon she killed it brought her some satisfaction of revenge for her parents.
It took merely seconds for Yamiko to purge the hall way in her state, her fox fire burned all that got in it\\\'s way. "Ya...ki.o.....r..por..in" Hiro\\\'s voice came in through the comm. broken with static so she didn\\\'t bother replying as she followed the directory searching for the strong presence that really caused this. She looked at some of the bodies and noticed that some had been killed by what appeared to be a blade and not claws, the lesser demons had torn this place apart further making it difficult to discover the truth. She found a secretary split almost in twain on her knees out side of a record room on, one of the computers was still running and she began looking through the files searching for anything a clue as to why a demon would attack an underground lab when she found her answer. The blade princess project she scanned through and quickly found herself wanting to kill these people, what they had done was horrible and atrocious and immoral. It didn\\\'t take her very long to figure out what had happened at least partially. In her search she noticed one name that stood out above the others, Doctor Umehara, that bastard had come to her two years ago to participate in a government study, basically be his lab rat. Hiro had smashed his face into a wall for that. Before she moved out she downloaded the file into a portable device.
The lights were dim and flickery in the halls and the semi dry blood shined oddly creating some sort of grotesque wonder land of barbarism, in this hell hole one had to watch their step never know when you might slip or step in some one\\\'s entrails. She moved from hall to hall and room to room forcibly removing the new "guests" as she thought of them from sight. "Theses people deserved their fate, they can burn in the abysmal void of the nether world" she thought as she swept away a demon with Kitsune-Hime. The facility looked as if it had been turned into some place trapped between the world of the living and the realm of the demons. With the plethora of death and carnage one would think they were standing in the mind of Jeffery Dahmer. After an hour or so Yamiko had cleared the entire complex, on her way out she noticed on the directory that there is a main exit and entrance on the other side of the facility.
She made her way back across and found an elevator shaft that lead up to a parking garage, her steps echoed in the wide underground parking lot. She passed by cars stating "crap, crap, crap, nice, crap, wow these people have no taste in cars". " Wow" Yamiko said excitedly as she ran giddy as a school girl over to a lime green 2009 Suzuki GSX R1000 with black Swastika rims and with decals of a anime cat girl with blue hair cuddling up to a sword. "Yes" she exclaimed as she ran her hands along the bikes curves admiring every inch of the classic super bike. Yamiko giggled as she fondled the classic super bike, a grin fell on her face as she saw that the keys were still in the ignition.
Yamiko climbed into the seat feeling the length of the bike with her body, she nuzzled, fondled, and kissed the bike. She smiled with pleasure as she turned the key and started the motorcycle, vibrations ran through her legs as she hugged the bike tight between her legs. This was a feeling similar but very different from her motorcycle that did not use gas as a fuel, the rumbling of the engine caused her to moan lightly as she grinded herself on the seat. For Yamiko the power of old gas powered cars and bikes was intoxicating, the higher the horse power the better. Yamiko continued to grind against the super bike till she soaked through her panties. She sat panting against the bike remebering why she was here, quickly she revved the bike causing the back tire to screech and release a billowy white smoke before she let herself fly.
The GSX R1000 flew like a peregin falcon chasing pigeons through the skyscrapers, she cut corners dipping low enough to almost scrape her knees. Her body fluidly followed the bike\\\'s every motion as she whipped around corners and between columns at 60 miles per hour. Kitsune-Hime rested comfortably against her back sailing through the air in unison the blade causing a whistling sound. One at a time the levels counted backwards till she hit 5 4 3 2 1.
She burst through the entrance out into the night the moon light gleamed off of the motorcycle, as she landed she had to swerve right to avoid a blast of fire from the great demon waiting outside a circle of carnage. Yamiko pulled Kitsune-Hime from her back while rushing the demon, left and right she dogged using bursts of speed to help close the distance. The blue pattern along the demons black flanks flared brighter and its blue mane blazed brighter as it became enraged at not hitting its target. The great demon charged straight for her leaping past her taking a swing with one of his over sized paws, Yamiko ducked slashing the demons fore arm splashing a blue acidic liquid on the asphalt. Yamiko pulled around and parked the GSX R1000, swiftly she headed for the demon carrying the Quan-Dao in one hand, deftly she dogged his fire breath attacks. Yamiko hurled a hand full of fire balls at the demon with two hitting him on the right flank.
The demon leapt towards Yamiko missing as she ducked and stepped to the side making a side swing cut against the demons under belly, the beast landed heavily on his injured leg ignoring the pain as he turned to face the small yet deadly foe. the demon crouched low and swung his uninjured paw at Yamiko who jumped onto his arm and used the spear end to skewer the demons shoulder, getting her Kitsune-Hime stuck. The demon tossed her down hard against the pavement hard then pulled out her blade from his shoulder. Yamiko landed roughly being unable to catch her self she bounced off of the asphalt, the demon tried to pounce only to be hit in the face with a blast of lightning that shook his head and made his muscles twitch. Yamiko quickly recovered with just a few bruises and scrapes, she called and Kitsune-Hime returned to her hands. Yamiko unleashed another bolt of lighting into the demons head stunning him further, slowly Yamiko waltzed to the stiffened demon with her form perfect she spun the Quan-Dao side stepped jumped and down slashed cleanly removing the demons head spilling his acidic blood across the ground.
Yamiko heard some one moving fretfuly and looked around to find a naked girl drenched in blood, she admired the girl’s body and the over sized Katana wrapped in her sleeping arms. "Well it was not a complete loss" she said to herself as she stared at the girl snoring quietly, "Hiro, the mission is clear, I am on the back side of the complex come pick us up" Yamiko said. "What do you mean by us" Hiro said as he started up the Humvee, "There was a single survivor" Yamiko replied