} ...+||Hiei||+... Invisible [03] ...+||Jaganshi||+... {

The beige haired girl walked into the apartment that she and her father lived in as she began to search in her bag for the keys. Soon enough, she finds them and takes the key and puts it through the keyhole. Twisting it, letting her have entry into the apartment only led her to have a fist contact with her face as she was thrown back and her spine hit the wall behind her. Before she could even retaliate, a hand gripped her wrist, dragging her into the household. "You little BITCH!" her father yelled as another fist connected with her chest. She could even feel some of her ribs breaking at the impact as she coughed out blood. Reika was on all fours as she coughed out the copper taste in her mouth. She looked up but was soon struck in the chin by her father's foot. She flew towards her sofa, landing on her face on top of it as a shadow loomed over her and she looked up fearfully at her father's golden eyed glare. "You are so useless, you wench. You can't do anything right! I have to fix all of you damn mistakes!" he yells, clasping her wrist and flung her across the room, her spine hitting against the wall. Her head dangled, facing the floor as she watched her father's footsteps pass by her, his deep voice mumbling a string at profanities at her. When Reika was sure that he was in his room with a door slam, she slowly got up from where she was.
She picked herself up, her arms were trembling uncontrollably, and soon enough she was on her feet, her knees touching against each other, her arms hanging lifelessly. She shifted her body and dragged her feet across the floor towards her room. When she entered her room, she softly, shut it. Her amber eyes were glistening with tears but she wouldn't cry in front of her father. She'd be submitting to his torture and that's something she'll never do. She changed into a new set of clothes painfully. She could already see the purplish and bluish bruises forming all over her body. She dropped her bloodied clothes into a hamper that was in her closet as she pulled on her pajamas which consisted of her tight, lavender tank top and baggy blue sweatpants.
She swiftly left her room and entered her bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror, two tears rolling down her pale cheeks as she opens the medicine cabinet and obtains her first aid kit. She takes out an alcohol swab and dabs it on the open wounds on her wrist from when he grabbed her wrist. Nail marks were engraved into her small wrist as she winced at the pains that ran through her body when the burning sensations of the alcohol swab touched her open wound.
'Probably dug his nails into my skin when he threw me.' she assumed as she shuddered, remembering her small frame being thrown across the room. She throws away the bloodied swab and the wrapper as she acquires bandages and wraps it around her ribs, knowing that most likely two or four of her ribs were broken. Once she was done, she placed the kit back where it was and swung the door open and, with her imaginary footsteps, she crept into her room silently. She sat at her twin size bed that up against the upper left hand corner and dumped all of her homework as she began to work on them. After about a few hours of studying, she stretched her arms and fell on her bed, her back falling first. When she hit the soft bed, she groaned as the pain filled sensation ran down her spine. She glanced at her clock, taken aback that it's already 7:30 p.m. 'My homework took me THAT long?' she questioned. Her stomach began to rumble in hunger as she clutched it, fear seeping in her eyes. 'He should be out or asleep by now, I hope.' she formulated, hoping her father isn't awake or in the vicinity of the house either. The latter always seem to sound better to Reika. Slowly yet excruciatingly she got up from her bed and unfastened her door as Reika glanced at the room across the small hallway. A quiet sigh of relief escaped her as the empty room revealed signs of life in there.
'Good, he left. I can literally eat in peace.' she thought, making her way towards the kitchen and searches through her cabinets. She grabs a microwavable ramen cup and places it in the microwave. Reika then starts the microwave as she begins to wait for the minute to pass by. She stares around the kitchen; memories of her mother begin to fill in her mind. Reika could just imagine her mother standing in front of the stove wearing her favorite light pink shirt, her favorite white jeans with light pink sequins adorning it and on top of it a white apron, and then she faces Reika with kind smile, asking what she'd want for dinner. The amber eyed girl merely smiled at the thought of her mother still being here.
'I wish she was here though... ' Reika thought, her smile diminishing as her pessimistic self takes over. The annoying beeping noise the microwave made rang through the kitchen, snapping Reika out of her daydreams and rushing over to the microwave. She clutches the steel bar of the microwave, yanks it open, nearly hitting herself in the process but in the end she takes out the burning ramen. She swiftly places the noodles on the wood table as she rapidly drew her hands away from the burning ramen. She blew into her hands, trying to cool down the smoldering sensation tingling at the palm of her pale hands from holding the cup of ramen. She waited for about five minutes for the hot ramen to cool down a bit for her to eat without burning her tongue.
She said her prayers then snapped the chopsticks apart, splitting right down in the middle, and began to eat. Reika didn't realize how hungry she was so before she even knew it, she had finished her ramen and she was patting her now full stomach. Her light hand raises the small bowl as she glided over towards her sink and began to rinse it thoroughly. She dries it off with a towel and opens a cabinet and situates it in there. Reika dried off her hands as well and went towards her room. She stood with her back facing her bed; she lets herself fall on her soft yet small bed. She yells out a groan in pain, completely forgetting that she was flung across the room and her back was the victim to be hit first. Gradually yet agonizingly she crawled towards her pillow, her lights already shut off, and rested her amber haired head on soft plush cushion. Her eyes drooped down in drowsiness, a dark abyss opening her to a nightmare that she would gladly live without.
The screams of people could be heard miles away yet the painful screeches didn't satisfy the murderer. The assassin wanted more of the painful screams, begging, and fear in the victims' eyes. They especially liked it when they struggled or try to fight back, knowing full well that the moment they had crossed paths with the marauder, was their last one. A sword pierces yet another heart of the prey, the body falling limp immediately and a silence followed it. But it was all broken from a single shriek.
"THERE HE IS!!" a male voice yelled as three or four pairs of feet stomped across the hard concrete floor. Seeing that the person has been caught, they swiftly crossed the street without getting hit by passing cars and dashes into the dark forest. The assassin could hear the group of people still following, managing to pinpoint where they might be.
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"Theyre good... for amateurs." They mumble under their breath. The marauder quickens their pace and before they knew it, they were at a dead end. The assassin skids to a halt, seeing no other way out other than jumping from the high end cliff and looking down at the cliff, no sounds whatsoever emit from it; it's all a dark chasm. A pound of footsteps also came to a halt as the murderer turned to face them. They were all male and two of them were panting after that goose chase that they had made them do. The other two boys were fine as far as the chase the person had made them do. All four of them, though, had scratches upon their faces from running through branches, twigs, and anything that could scrape their faces. The assassin was going to turn around and leave their lives, satisfied with the amount of people's lives taken tonight and the fact that the assassin was caught from somebody also tells their instincts that the person should lay low for awhile.
"Where do you think you're going?" a deep voice says as the assassin stopped in its tracks and turned its head slightly so that its piercing red slits stared over their shoulder. Not speaking at all, the murderer continues walking towards the edge of the cliff. "SPIRIT GUN!" a boy yelled. A blue light of spirit energy formed into a bullet like light shot across the field. The assassin smirked, using it as the perfect cover to disappear and that's what it did. The spirit energy just went across the field. The last thing heard was a "WHERE DID HE GO?!!"
Reika's amber eyes shot wide open, a sense of familiarity filled through her as the voices that she had in her dream nightmare begin to echo in her mind to the point where it gave her a major headache. Her back was killing her in the pain emitting from it as well as her ribs and to top it off the nightmare was going bother all of today from sense of dj vu from the voice with the major headaches she was receiving. She had a feeling that this day wasn't going to turn to be a very good one. Reika had this ominous feeling and she had a gut feeling it was going to be true.