Padrino Part 8

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There was plenty of commotion all around town, and there were so few Marines on the base that getting through security was so unbelievably easy. Stealth was a specialty, as was breaking and entering. In fact, the breaking and entering was a snap, thanks to the windows of the room being completely shattered during the attack. With a flashlight in the dark room, she began to search. She looked around for anything at all that seemed out of place. Besides the blood and rubble, there wasn't much to behold, at least not to the naked eye. That was when she saw the hand prints in the decorative, metal shield against the wall on the ground. It was used as an actual shield, though it was entirely too small to be considered for used in combat.

There was a fist print that covered up the entire thing, whoever did this bent it very much out of shape. It would take an unreal amount of strength to do something like this, especially without breaking one's hand. That was when she looked up to see the slice marks. They were very clean katana strikes, obviously done with a masterful sword. She looked very closely in every single slice mark that she could, and almost gave up hope. That was until she found it, a tiny piece of metal from the blade in the wall. She pulled out a small pouch and placed it in carefully.

She continued to look around for a minute more, but that was when she heard footsteps.

Marine: Hello? [Opened the door, shining the flashlight around] Admiral Rise?

He shined his light around all of the bloodstains and the "off limits" tape in the room, until he saw that part of the room had turnd completely black. Then he heard a whisper in the dark.

Voice: Osore...

Marine: [Pulled out his pistol] W-who's there! Show yourself!

That's when his flashlight came upon a small little girl on the floor, in the middle of the blood stain. Her knees were wrapped in her arms against her chest, and her head was tucked into them. She was sobbing.

Marine: Oh... [Put his gun away] Hey, little girl, what are you doing here? Where are your parents? [Approached her.]

Girl: They're at home. [Looked up at him, her eyes still teary.]

Marine: Well come on, we'll give them a call, and get you back home. [He put his hand on her shoulder]

That was when her hand clenched onto his, bloody and long-black, jagged fingernails touched his arm. This startled him at first, but then he looked back at her face to see ugly, razorsharp teeth in her mouth, with completely black eyes snarling at him. She jumped at him, causing him to scream in absolute horror.

When the other Marines barged in, all they saw was their comrade lying on the floor, in absolute hysterics. There was no sign of a little girl.

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[WIP]