43 Surname Huang (2/2)

Once perched on the wall the dark figure jumped down into the manor.

Yellow light from torches mounted on the outer walls danced, creating a mesh of moving shadows, offering an inviting oasis for one determined to be in the dark. A gurgling noise of someone choking on their own blood sounded as the dark figure approached the main building of the clan, leaving a trail of dead or dying guards hidden in the shadows.

With lithe nimble steps the masked dark figure entered the main building of the Huang clan, a tall expert just happened to step around the corner and meet face to face with the masked dark figure who had multiple blood splotches on his dark outfit, his eyes went round and the color drained from his face, he opened his mouth to call out in alarm.

Before a single sound could exit his mouth, a fist surrounded by a bright blue glow thundered into his throat. His Larynx was shattered, the man dropped clawing at his throat, trying to draw a single breath of air through his crushed windpipe and rolling around on the concrete floor before becoming still, his body twitched twice, his surprised lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling with the horror of knowing death was at hand but could not be prevented. A hopeless stare....

The dark figure paid him no further attention and moved into the building, skillfully walking up the vertical wall on the left side of the hall, after four or five steps the figure transitioned to running on the ceiling.

IN a corridor on the third and final floor of the main building of the Huang manor, a dark figure dropped from the ceiling making a thud, all stealth had now been abandoned as the figure emerged from the dark, shocking the two on-duty guards holding spears at the entrance to the corridor. A red shortblade appeared in the dark figure's left hand, with a flash of blue, one guard head went rolling showering the other in blood. The dark figure made a move running for the other guard. The remaining guard frightened and in panic moved backwards and screamed at the top of his lungs while pushing his spear forward.

The dark figure running in a straight line towards the guard suddenly veered to the right after three steps and ran along the right hand vertical part of the wall like a spider, easily out flanking the guard, quickly jumping from the side wall and landing behind the man, he then proceeded to slowly cut the man's throat like a sadistic killer enjoying every second of his kill while the guard wheezed and gurgled his last breath.

The dark figure then kicked in the door of the master bedroom, with a blue flash the doors splintered into fragments not bigger than a baby's wrist. Bits and pieces flew all over the floor leaving dust swirling and splinters flying.

The dark figure had partly entered the room when two 4th layer xanthians lunged at him from opposites sides, others couldn't see it, but they both froze in time and their heads flew off in the direction they had been coming at him from, geysers of blood erupted as both headless bodies fell to their knees with a thud, making a surreal scene akin the devil entering his domain amidst a guard of honor from the kneeling headless blood-spewing corpses.

”Who are you?” asked the remaining occupant of the room, he was an elderly looking man with white hair and a fluffy beard, small in stature and somewhat overweight. ”Who sent you?” he asked as his voice cracked and his hands shook. Then the dust in the room flew up again and a force pressed down on his body that he couldn't explain, it felt as if he there were heavy iron chains dragging his body down to the floor.

The elder with the fluffy beard had never been this scared before and couldn't refrain from releasing all the contents in his bowels and bladder..he had defiled himself in front of the predator, hoping to make his meat not look so desirable. With dust swirling and an eerie silence....tap...tap...tap.

The dark figure walked slowly over towards the man as if he was enjoying every single second of this. He stopped in front the soiled elder and said the first words he had said since entering the manor.

”You and your people have offended and tried to humiliate someone very special, that person have absolutely not forgiven a single one with the surname Huang and so I can't forgive a single one with the surname Huang either”.

The dark figure then slowly pushed his red short blade into the man's left eye, the crunching sound of the sword slowly breaking through the man's eye socket and entering into his brain were drowned out by the man's screams that only stopped when the sword exited through the back of his head...