I moved instinctively fast to my left. My eyes impulsively opened to gaze on what almost took my life.
A silver dagger hit the mirror glass of the shower. My eyes shifted in a quickest swing in the direction of my attacker.
Before I could see the figure clearly another dagger came at my throat.
It was too fast. I could not dodge or sway my body fast enough to avoid it ripping off my throat.
The quickest of all my reflexes on my body are my hands. So I used my right hand to save my throat.
Luckily, my hand turned out to be faster than the speed of my thoughts.
The dagger penetrated my palm half way and the sharp long pointed edge of the dagger just scratched my throat.
I felt a drop of blood trickle down my throat.
This was close, death made its attempt, I just wasn't ready to accept its request.
Not when I had a reason to live on. I had never entertained defeat, no matter how low the odds were against me.
Even when there is no hope. As long as I draw breath I would fight.
My attacker mounted the other hand on top of the one holding the dagger to apply extra force.
I managed to see the long sharp curved edges of the dagger. It looked like a saw blade with long pointed teeths. There was no way I would survive if it entered my throat.
I cared not for my hand but life itself. The hand can heal or be amputated and replaced but not my delicate throat.
Repairing it is almost impossible. I clamped my stabbed hand to render it support with my left.
The pain on my stabbed hand increased excruciatingly as much force had been applied by my opponent. He damn wanted me so dead.
In comparison to myself I have never wanted a person this dead no matter what they did to me. I could get hurt and very broken but not to the point of wanting someone so much dead as my opponent desired.
I shut my senses to numb the excruciating pain that increased with the pressure he inflicted on the dagger expanding the wound in the process.
I saw the dagger slowly make its way through my hand. If I didn't do anything as soon as possible I would lose both my hands, and gullet and most importantly the one life I had.
I surmounted the pressure he applied on me, and deflected the dagger sideways and pushed his hand off me with an elbow of the stabbed hand.
I don't recall where the strength came from. I acted as if possessed. Maybe it was just the survival instincts embedded within my soul.
When he seen the tactical force I used on him. He tried to pull the dagger off my hand which hurt like hell.
I took advantage of his switch in strategy. I let go of my right hand which went with his pull.
I released my left punch and landed on his throat. He choked and let go of the dagger. It remained inside my hand.
He staggered back. I followed him with my right elbow hit on the chest and swiftly lifted it to his chin.
Then I dropped another punch on his throat which he covered with two hands as he struggled to catch a breath.
He fell backwards. I pounced over him as I hit him in rapid succession with my left punches.
I could not give him a breathing chance. I had to take him to hell completely. They say If you are to kill a snake you better cut off its head. That's what I intended to do.
I got possessed with bashing him as blood splashed on my face like sprinklers.
I applied the best of my abilities on my left hand even when I was right handed. I had to win no matter what.
I could not stop. I was taken in the dark abyss of my soul. My rational mind had been overpowered by a different kind of force when I got kicked on the head and I tumbled and rolled on the ground about five times.
I looked up when I got to my knees. It was a damn ninja, I head from her grunt breath attack.
I sensed a more powerful deadly aura around the room though I did not see the person that emanated it. It dawned on me that I must have been fighting a ninja all this while.
"You can't escape the justice of the Merciless Ninja Assassins Triad."
A male voice echoed in the room.
"Not you fuckers again!"
I shot back, full of frustration.
"What damn justice are you talking about?"
Then pain in my stabbed right hand screwed my head because the silver dagger was still inside.
I made the effort to push out some pain through words.
"You defiled and killed our own. To worsen the matter she was the daughter of our master and the founder of the Merciless Ninja Assassins Triad."
"Fuck you! You are scared of me. You fear to face me and speak like a man and not a coward that hides behind the dark corners. Face me!"
I demanded unapologetically and without agitation.
I caught my breath gaspingly.
"Actually, both of your accusations are false."
"How is that?"
The echoing voice was the calmist I have ever heard. He must have total control of all things.
I have to admit, I was out numbered. Surviving here was going to be a gamble. I had no idea of my way out.
"I did not defile her. We made love volunteerily. If she were here she would have testified. We had a great time together. One of the moments I shall live to remember for a long time."
"Are you nuts? Why did you kill her then after making love to her? You took advantage of her when she was weak and slaughtered her in cold blood. You despicable, bastard!"
The invincible man lost it a bit and raised his voice.
It caused me to chuckle.
"What?"
He fumed. I could feel the power of his dangerous outrageous aura suppress mine.
What man of man was he?
All men have weaknesses, that fact I knew. Talking brings out all buried secrets.
"Well, I killed her in self defense. She only came to find me in order to take my life. She attempted to use the power of a woman which unfortunately failed."
"So stop all this bullshiting nonsense and end my life if you have the ability. If you don't, I will escort you to her."
I frankly poured out my heart. In the process pushing out the fright that initially had locked my heart.
"Take him out. No need to take him alive."
The invisible man declared.