Cyber Ninja
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
She kills. She has the power...


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AUTHOR'S WARNING: This story is very violent, and is different from most of my
other stories in that it has a main character that is quite difficult to
empathize with. This is purely a fantasy of mine with female power taken to an
extreme, along with a "girls with swords" fetish inspired by a few movies.

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The two men on guard duty by the side door were the first to die. One moment,
two shiny daggers were flying through the air. The next, the guards were
slumped dead against the wall, each with a blade buried to the hilt in their
chests, their hearts penetrated.

The woman barely gave her lethal handiwork a second glance. She could make
knife throws like that in her sleep. She simply collected her daggers and
tucked them back into her knee-high black leather boots. She didn't bother
wiping off the blood. They were going to get dirty again very soon anyway...

She looked up at the security camera. The man watching on the other end saw a
beautiful female apparition with long, silky black hair and elegant, refined
facial features that indicated half European, half Asian descent. She was
young - probably in her mid-twenties - and tall, 5'10" in flats, 6'2" with the
boost from her stiletto high heels. Her slender, 130-pound figure carried
small, firm breasts, a wasp waist, and athletic hips. Skintight black leather
pants, a sleeveless black top, and black leather gloves completed her outfit.
Her arms were muscular yet feminine, with enough tone to show definition even
when she wasn't flexing, but not so big as to give her a bulky look. Her skin
was tanned a deep, even brown. In addition to the daggers in her boots, she
wore a long sword in a sheath on her back, but carried no other weapons.

The watching guard saw her wink seductively at the camera. Then he saw a flash
of movement, too quick to determine what it was.

Then the camera went black.

If he had been able to, the guard would have seen the girl do a lightning-fast
cheerleader-style high kick that showed astonishing flexibility, ending with
her in a full 180-degree standing split. Her high heel smashed into the
security camera with incredible force, utterly annihilating it into dozens of
tiny pieces.

She turned her attention to the door, smiling with detached amusement at the
security number pad. She unleashed another high kick. The door stood no chance
against her strength and skill and crumbled into bits. She calmly stepped
inside.

She knew they were coming even before she heard the heavy footsteps. The
security personnel had seen her at the side door, therefore they would send
men straight there. They were so predictable.

There were six of them. All male, all big and muscular, each carrying a
submachine gun and wearing body armor. Their faces were hard and angry as they
made their way through the corridors towards the side door.

She dropped down from above, from the ceiling pipes she had been clinging to.
Landing on the last man's shoulders, she swiftly twisted her hips, snapping
her victim's neck with a sharp CRACK.

Men in front of her began turning. The two furthest away were greeted with
perfectly thrown daggers to the throat. Before the bodies could even begin
falling, her long sword was already in her leather-gloved hands, moving
through the air in a graceful and fluid swing that separated the head that had
been second last in line from its shoulders.

The last two guards tried to put their weapons into play. But the agile girl
was far too quick for them. She executed a front tuck somersault off her first
victim's corpse, delivering one slash and one stab with her sword as she
landed neatly despite her high heels. Her stab drove straight through her
target's body armor, pierced his heart completely, and drove through the armor
on his back as well. She withdrew the blade with a squishing sound as he
collapsed and turned to the last man.

His weapon was on the floor and he was screaming like a girl, holding up two
bloody stumps. Her lightning-fast but perfectly executed slash had cut off
both his hands. She looked straight into his terrified eyes and blew him a
taunting kiss with her full, pouty red lips.

"Poor baby," she mocked him. "You brought a gun to a sword fight and lost."

Then, without further ado, she cut off his head.

She looked around at the various hallways going off in different directions,
then at the security cameras. Picking up one of the submachine guns, she set
it to semi-auto and fired several single shots, aiming and shooting with her
right hand while still holding her sword in her left. Even one-handed, her aim
was perfect, destroying every camera in sight without a single miss. When she
was finished, she looked distastefully at the cheap, mass-produced black
weapon in her hand and tossed it aside.

Moving rapidly along the pre-planned route she had memorized, the woman heard
footsteps approaching. Scientists or support staff, she judged, detecting the
soft sound of lab shoes rather than the harshness of heavy boots. She sheathed
her sword. That would have been too easy.

Two men in white lab coats appeared around the corner, running.

One was saying, "Security says there's been a breach and several guards are
already dead. We've got to get to a safe zone before ..."

"Too late," she said.

They froze in fear, like deer caught in the headlights. She grabbed one by the
throat with her right hand, choking him, and smashed the palm of her left into
the other man's face, driving the cartilage from his nose into his brain. As
he dropped dead to the floor, she continued strangling her other victim, still
using only one hand. He tried to pry her grip loose, but was unable to despite
using both hands. With a flick of her muscular wrist, she snapped his neck and
continued on her way.

Guards on patrol in pairs fared no better. She ran into two pairs. She dealt
with the first by ripping their throats open with her daggers before they even
knew what had hit them. The second pair she decapitated with a single swing of
her sword.

Finally, she approached the stairs to her target location - the basements and
sub-basements. She wasn't going to risk the elevators when the power could
simply be cut off. The area was well-guarded, of course, but it was no
different than what she had expected. From the few peeks she got at the men
and their positions, her computer-like brain formulated a plan of attack.

The guards were uneasy. Although none of them in the room had actually seen
the mysterious intruder in action, rumors had been going around of a woman
more beautiful than a supermodel and deadlier than the best Special Forces
soldiers, slaughtering helpless victims at will. They gripped their submachine
guns tightly, trying to reassure themselves of safety in numbers.

One man was hit with a basketball. "Hey, now's not the time for that crap," he
called out. He and his buddies had been playing a little three-on-three during
their break.

Then he took a closer look at the "basketball." Basketballs didn't have eyes
frozen in fear, and they didn't come covered in blood. He let out a shriek of
terror as he realized he was looking at a human head, the head of one of his
friends he had been shooting hoops with not thirty minutes ago.

All the men looked up in panic. Two, including the screamer, died instantly as
daggers flew through the air and entered their brains through their eye
sockets. Then something was coming at them, a brunette blur doing a series of
unbelievably fast cartwheels and front handsprings. They opened fire, unable
to aim properly at the streaking flash of black leather and black hair. Her
sword was already in action as she finished her tumbling run with a final
cartwheel, decapitating one man, chopping another in half, slashing the
throats of a couple more. She used her sword to deflect a few bullets, wincing
as some almost hit her. Too close. She needed something better.

She grabbed the next man she came to with her leather-gloved hand, holding him
in front of her as a human shield. He screamed in agony as bullets from his
own comrades struck him. Though they didn't penetrate the body armor on his
chest, they ripped into his arms and legs. She advanced behind her shield,
killing another man who didn't get away in time with a neckbreaking high kick.

As most of the guards' weapons clicked empty at the same time, she knew it was
time for the next phase of her attack. She stabbed her human shield in the
back, penetrating his body armor easily, and hurled the corpse at a group of
three men who were still firing, knocking them down and sending their weapons
flying. She then performed a one-armed cartwheel followed by a series of
powerful whip-backs directly at the largest cluster of men, landing right in
the middle of them and becoming a whirlwind with her sword as they frantically
tried to reload their guns. In less than two seconds she had sliced and diced
seven victims to death.

Seeing that some of the other guards had almost finished reloading, she
executed a pair of lightning-fast standing back handsprings to a man who had
died before he had even had a chance to fire his submachine gun. Picking up
his fully loaded weapon, she opened fire with deadly accuracy, killing six
more men with short, controlled bursts. She wrinkled her nose at the crudeness
of the weapon she was using.

She paused to assess the situation in the room. Four men were running away
from her. She could practically smell their fear. The three men she had
knocked down had finally managed to get the corpse off of them and were
crawling towards the nearest guns on the floor. She shot down two of the
running men before her weapon clicked empty. Tossing it aside, she backflipped
over to her daggers, withdrew them with a squishing sound, and hurled them at
the last two retreating guards, killing them easily. "Better," she said out
loud.

One of the last three surviving men in the room, crawling across the floor,
grinned in triumph as his hand closed around a submachine gun. Then he
screamed as he felt a horrible stabbing pain in his hand, forcing him to
relinquish the weapon. He looked up. Sure enough, the woman was standing over
him. She had stomped on his hand with the high heel of her right boot. Before
he could do anything, she stomped down again with her left, the razor-sharp
four-inch stiletto heel driving straight into his brain. The second guard was
trying to get up. She smashed her knee into the underside of his chin,
snapping his neck backward with a sickening CRACK.

The last man alive in the room looked up at the lethal girl towering over him
dominantly. "Please," he begged. "Spare me. I'll give you whatever you want!
I'll help you with whatever your mission is!"

She spat down onto his face and kicked him in the groin so hard with her
steel-toed boot that his right testicle ruptured and one of his pelvic bones
cracked. She smirked sadistically at his howl of agony. "First of all, I don't
need or want your help, and second, the fact that you would betray your duty
just like that makes me more disgusted with you, not less. You're a pathetic
little worm, and you're going to die like one." Without further ado, she
raised her right leg high over her head in a full vertical split, then brought
it down onto his skull in a lethal axe kick. His head splattered wide open
like a melon. Blood, brain matter, and pieces of shattered bone flew
everywhere, and an iron-like smell filled the room.

The pretty young woman looked around in satisfaction. From the number of
guards she had slaughtered and the information she had researched on the
facility, she estimated that she had neutralized a majority of the security
staff. It would be mostly scientists, lab assistants, and clerical personnel
left now. If any of them were foolish enough to get in her way, she could
dispatch them easily. Her guard would still be up, of course. She was
confident, but too well-trained to become overconfident.

She could see why so many guards had been concentrated in this room. The
corridors to the security control room and the stairs down both branched off
from here. She headed to the security control room first, keeping an eye out
for any additional guards.

The door was locked and bolted, of course, with the familiar number pad, but
locked doors were no match for her lethal legs. A powerful kick easily removed
the obstacle and she was on the three men inside.

In their locked, bulletproof room, the three guards had foolishly assumed they
were safe. The majority of the building's security force was (or had been)
guarding them in the next room, after all. They had heard the shooting, and
when it had stopped, they had assumed that security had killed the female
intruder. Despite being unable to raise the guards outside on the radio, they
had persisted in this assumption, namely because the alternative - that a
single girl with a sword had taken out over 25 men with submachine guns - was,
to them, beyond belief.

Her muscular arms wrapped themselves around two men's necks and she finished
them off with two quick jerks. In the blink of an eye, she then drew her sword
and pressed it against the last man's throat. His hands, which had been
reaching for his weapon, went into the air instead. He was the one who had
seen her on the security camera by the side door. It seemed so long ago. Up
close, she was even more stunning than she had looked earlier. If only she had
the warmth to match her beauty, he thought sadly. He knew his time on the
planet was up, and he gulped.

She looked into his frightened gray eyes with her confident dark brown ones.
"Look at me."

He obeyed, quivering.

"I won't bullshit you. I'm going to kill you. Give me the password for the
security system and die quickly, or try to play the tough guy and die...not so
quickly. What's it going to be?"

His resignation to his death had come surprisingly quickly, he thought to
himself. "9-2-0, small x, capital T, capital J, 7, small n, 3-4, capital R."

"Type it in."

Again he obeyed. The computer system beeped in acceptance.

"Thank you," she said, decapitating him as she spoke.

She shut off the security cameras, turned off all the elevators, and activated
the internal emergency lockdown system, trapping people in various parts of
the building. Quickly mapping out her path, she then unlocked only the route
she would need to take. Before leaving, she booby-trapped the door with some
grenades that the security men had been wearing on their belts.

Sword in hand and alert for danger, she made her way down several flights of
stairs to the fourth sub-basement. Between the second and third sub-basements,
she heard a muffled explosion in the distance, followed by another and
accompanied by male screams, and smirked, knowing her booby-trap had worked.
When she reached her floor, she began hurrying through the halls...then
rounded a corner and stopped abruptly when she saw that the next corridor was
criscrossed with red laser beams.

A smile appeared on her high-cheekboned face. She raised her firm arms in the
air, then threw herself into a tumbling pass of a roundoff followed by a
series of back handsprings. She elegantly backflipped like a pro-gymnast
safely through the lasers, laughing almost like a little girl when she was all
clear on the other side. It was one of the few times she laughed in that
manner, and never when other people were around.

She made her way through several empty rooms and corridors until she came to a
bright, sterile-looking laboratory with three scientists and two guards
inside. The guards tried to draw their guns, but she stabbed one through the
heart and kicked the other in the head with her razor-sharp stiletto high
heel, driving it into his brain. She withdrew it with a squishing sound and
advanced on the scientists, expertly twirling her sword as she came closer and
closer, high heels clicking on the hard floor.

"How did you get through the lasers..." one stammered.

She smirked. "I back handspringed my way through them. Seriously, you people
really should have come up with something better and more creative. There have
been several movies and TV shows where a female character got through a laser
maze with backflips. Haven't you seen any of them?"

The man who had spoken took a step forward. "Please, we're unarmed," he said
pleadingly.

She executed two swift swings with her blade, cutting off both of his arms.
"Yes, I'd say you're unarmed, all right." She kicked him to the floor, leaving
him to bleed to death, screaming.

"I recognize all three of you from the research I did," she said. "It's why I
came here. You're working on developing a biological weapon. So don't act like
you're a bunch of innocent little lambs."

Another scientist said, "We can make a deal..."

She brutally disemboweled him with her sword, watching him stone-faced as he
collapsed, trying hopelessly to somehow push his guts back in, spasming and
shrieking on his slow route to death. "How about my deal. I live, you die."

She looked at the last scientist, the oldest man in the room. "And for you. I
know that you're the mastermind behind the project."

Seeing as how his comrades' begging hadn't worked, he elected to try defiance.
"That's right! I am the mastermind! And you'll never get your dirty hands on
the weapon! It's behind a super-thick bombproof steel door that DIDN'T open
with all the others when you hacked the computer system, because it's too damn
important to be controlled by a computer! And you'll never get the code to
open it, because there isn't one! To open it, you need MY palm and MY retina!
So unless you have some super-magic formula that changes your DNA to match
mine exactly, you can forget about your stupid mission!"

"Or I could just do this." She swung her sword, cutting off his hand, ignoring
his scream.

"Now for your eye."

His howls were loud to the point of distraction, she thought as she placed the
severed hand in position, then held up the eye to the retinal scanner. After
extracting the body parts she needed, she had cut out his other eye, cut off
his other hand and both his feet, and finally cut off his penis and testicles.

The door beeped, then silently slid open. She grabbed the single vial of the
bio-weapon and tucked it securely into a pouch on her top, pumping her fist in
triumph. It was about the time that she exited the door to the laboratory that
the three scientists bled out and stopped screaming.

There was suprisingly little violence on the way out. Most of the people in
the building were trapped in their sectors thanks to the lockdown she had
initiated, and most of the ones that weren't hid in broom closets or toilet
stalls and acted like they were. She did dispatch two men who were a little
too out in the open, sending them dropping to the floor with a single low
swing of her sword that cut off their feet at the ankles, then finishing them
by stomping on their throats with her stiletto heels.

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TWO DAYS LATER

The meeting spot was located at the end of a dirt road, five miles from the
nearest paved road and fifty miles from the nearest town. The woman parked her
black Mercedes sedan next to the Cadillac Escalade already waiting there and
made her way over to the three men silhouetted against the twilight sky. She
was now wearing a black miniskirt and a white long-sleeved top,

although she still had on her knee-high black high-heeled leather boots. Her
sword was strapped to her back.

The man in the middle spoke. He wasn't exactly short at 5'10", but in between
his 6'1" bodyguards and compared to the woman, who at 6'2" in her heels looked
taller than all of them, he seemed slightly diminutive. "We've been waiting."

She rolled up her sleeve, revealing her tanned and slim but muscular forearm
and the man's watch she was wearing, somewhat loose on her slender wrist.
"It's 7:30. I'm right on time."

He shrugged. "Whatever. Do you have the goods?"

"Of course. Do you have the rest of my fee?"

"Yes. $750,000, which when combined with the $250,000 down payment we gave
you, covers the full million." He held out a briefcase to her.

She took it...then suddenly swung it in a wide arc, hitting all three men in
the face and knocking them down.

One of the bodyguards stumbled to his feet. She kicked him in the chest. Her
razor-sharp stiletto heel drove straight through his heart and he slumped dead
to the dirt. The second bodyguard, still on the ground, tried to draw his gun.
She stomped on his chest, piercing his heart with her high heel as well, and
withdrew it with a squishing sound. Next to him, the briefcase had flown open,
revealing that it was filled with shredded newspapers.

The boss groaned, trying to sit up. "How...how the fuck did you know? I was so
careful! I even calculated what $750,000 in $100 bills would weigh, then
filled the case with that exact weight in shredded newspapers. How...are
you...so smart..."

She grinned wickedly. "You went to so much trouble to hire an assassin who was
so good that she had a constant sixth sense for danger. Did you think that it
would just be turned off as soon as the mission was over? Did you not realize
that in this profession you make a lot of enemies, and I have to be constantly
on alert? All three of you had facial expressions that were just a little too
close to shit-eating grins. I kind of figured."

He slowly climbed to his feet and she drew her sword. "But even if you hadn't
betrayed me...even if you had actually brought the money...well, I did a
little research on how much this shit is worth. Somewhere between ten and
twenty-five million. You weren't going to use it, you were going to sell it,
and I figured, why not cut out the middleman and sell it to the highest bidder
myself?" She began twirling the blade, causing the muscles in her defined
forearms to ripple. "Too bad you had to betray me too. Would have been nice to
grab the $750k in addition to what I'd get from the sale, but all in all, I'm
happy with how things turned out."

"Fuck," was all he said. It was all he could say. She simply laughed.

He hung his head. He was a high-ranking member of an organized crime ring. Not
a big boss, but pretty high up. To have it end this way, at the blade of a
girl...He knew that running or fighting was useless. He had done extensive
research before hiring her. He knew her abilities better than almost anyone.

"Turn around," she ordered. He hesitated.

"I'm in a good mood right now, so I'm not really in the mood for long,
drawn-out killings. But moods can change in a hurry. Now turn around and close
your eyes."

"Yes, ma'am," he said as he obeyed. She had defeated him, one criminal versus
another. She was the better man, or woman in this case.

"Now open them and look down."

He did so and saw that she was holding her blade under his crotch. He
swallowed hard and quickly made his peace with the big man upstairs.

She swung her sword upwards, slicing him in half vertically from groin to
skull. The two halves stood ramrod straight for a second, then fell to the
dirt next to the corpses of the bodyguards.

She wiped the blood off on his shirt, then re-sheathed her sword. She was
hungry, she decided. There was that diner she had passed on the way here, out
on that lonely road in the middle of nowhere. No one else around for miles.
She would have a meal there, then decide if she wanted pie or mass murder for
dessert. It was entirely up to her whether they would live or die. She had the
ultimate power. It was what she lived for.

She let out her little-girl giggle.

THE END

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