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3 Ninjas and the other guy (2,100 words)
Netter the Ninja,
Tommy the Ninja,
Dustin the Double Agent
And
Mowsy the Other Guy
In
THREE NINJAS AND THE OTHER GUY!
Written by Mowsy Merethil and Bryce Ridgeway
Dedicated to Heather, Tommy, and Dustin (The BEST people in the world)
“All Aboard!” said a Pirate as the anchor was lifted, the rope holding the giant ship to the docks was cut and the ship began its voyage. As the ship moved from the docks, two camouflaged figures ran toward the ship. The first one to jump from Docks to ship was Netter the Ninja. Had her camouflage not been on, you would’ve seen a black suit with black straps holding all her stealth utilities, including her favorite daggers and throwing knives.
The second camouflaged figure was Tommy the Ninja, Netter’s boyfriend and partner in Pirate Slaying. If Tommy were not in a camouflaged state, you’d see a long black jacket flowing behind him and a black suit with straps and belts underneath the jacket.
Netter leapt first and landed on the deck of the giant ship, landing on a knee and a hand. She ducked into the shadow of a nearby crate and turned, watching as Tommy leapt as well. With his late jump, there was no chance of him making it on the deck with Netter, but as he flew through the air large shining blades shot from his arms, gleaming in the light, and stuck into the side of the ship where he began climbing up the ship. As he climbed over the side, he retracted the blades back to his arms and joined Netter in the shadows. Both nodded to each other and moved into the ship’s holding cells.
Meanwhile, in the holding cells, a man with long curly brown hair paced in his cell, brown cloth shirt and cloth pants shifting as he walked from cell wall to cell wall.
“How the Hell did I end up here?” he asked himself as he pushed off the side of the cell. “All I did was sold some ninjas some daggers… How was I to know they were going to kill pirates with them?” He continued to ramble as he paced. Suddenly, he heard his cell door unlock and open. Nobody was there.
“The hell?” Mowsy asked himself, stepping back from the cell door. “Who’s there?” Mowsy could see the outline of a female suddenly become colored. The woman was probably 19 or 18 with long black hair in a black suit that looked like Edward Scissorhand’s outfit. His favorite cousin, Netter the Ninja.
“Netter?” Mowsy asked, unsure if he was really seeing his cousin. “Netter!” He ran to the female and wrapped his arms around her, who in turn hugged him back. “Holy hell, It’s been so long…”
Netter smiled and looked over her shoulder. “Yeah, we had to sneak on board to get you out. The ninjas could use a man like you, ya know Mowsy?”
Mowsy shrugged, unsure. “I don’t know, we’ll see.”
Netter nodded, then looked over her shoulder again. “We can’t talk about this yet. We need to take the ship if we want to get you safely back to shore. Here’s the plan…” And there, she told him the plan.
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Tommy moved silently through the narrow halls of the ship, making his way to the captain’s room. His jacket, although cloaked, made an obnoxious sweep noise as he moved. It dragged behind him and aggravated him a bit as the noise droned on. It was quiet, but Tommy was afraid it might blow his cover. He didn’t worry about it, just moved slowly to avoid shifting the wooden floor. After about 10 minuets of searching, Tommy found the door of his destination. It was obvious that it was the captain’s room because on the door hung a sign that read “Capt. Jack’s Private Room” and under that was “Baking cookies, Can’t be bothered at the moment.”
Tommy opened the door, slowly creeping in and closing the door behind him. His arm blade slid out, shining in the light coming in from a window over a heavily decorated and straightened bed. The bed had a green cover over the mattress, so there was no telling what colors lie beneath. Then Tommy wondered why he had been paying so much attention to the bed and not his target, which was sitting in front of a stove.
Tommy crept up, his boots made no noise whatsoever. His arm blade was ready to stab the pirate captain in the back. Tommy quickly wrapped his arm around the captain’s neck, Tommy’s blade went around to the pirate’s neck. “What kind of cookies are they?”
The captain was surprised of course, but he answered. “Peanut But-“ He never finished. The blade left a gash open that began bleeding, squirting out every time the captain’s heart beat until the beating stopped.
As Tommy moved from the body, he wiped the blade off on the captain’s green shirt. “I hate peanut butter cookies.” Tommy said as he walked away, his arm blade retracting back into his outfit.
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“Okay… This way.” Netter whispered to Mowsy as they crept along. “It won’t be long… You know how to fight, right? I hope you learned SOMETHING with that arms dealing job of yours.” Mowsy just nodded. He wouldn’t sell something unless he knew how to use it, so he knew a little bit in combat arts.
“Alright…” Netter said, standing to her full height. (Which was somewhere around 5’11”) She pushed her head up to a wooden door. Light shone in from the sides of the door, telling Mowsy that it lead outside.
“Okay… I’m hearing maybe four people.” Netter said, taking her head away from the door. Her hand went to one of the straps across her chest and pulled out a dagger. “You can use this,” she said as she handed him the dagger, “If you need to protect yourself.”
Suddenly, a large blade shot from Netter’s arm and reflected a bit of light into Mowsy’s eyes. “Let’s do this.” She said before pushing the door open and running out to attack. Mowsy followed. As Mowsy ran behind Netter, he noticed something. Something bad, there were a lot more than four pirates out there.
There were about ten, maybe more. Ten handkerchief wearing, pistol-and-scimitar wielding, bad-toothed pirates.
“Oh… Fuck.” Mowsy said, stalling, but Netter kept going forward with her arm blade out. Once the pirates got over their shock of a woman in a black outfit and a guy in prisoner’s clothing running from the brig, they stood up and drew their blades.
“Les ‘ave some fun with ‘hese litul rats!” one of them said before spitting off into the water. Then he leapt down in front of Netter, which was probably a bad idea. Netter didn’t stop, and the pirate noticed that much too late to dodge or block Netter’s arm blade as it drove itself into the pirate’s chest. Blood dripped onto the blade and ran down it, Netter ripped her blade out the pirate. The scimitar tumbled out of the pirate’s hand and bounced against the wooden deck of the ship. Then the rest of the pirates came down, all snarling like a pack of wolves, looking at their prey.
Scimitars twirled in the hands of the pirates, Mowsy moved to go back to back with Netter, Mowsy holding his dagger and Netter holding her now bloody arm blade in front of her.
“So this is what it’s like to be a Ninja?” Mowsy said, “Being cornered by a lot of people who probably have more combat arts than you in the middle of a well lit area. Really entertaining.” Mowsy looked over his shoulder and smiled slightly. “If we don’t get out of here, thanks for coming for me.”
Netter smiled. “We’ll make it out, and you’re welcome.” They moved around, looking at the large number of pirates surrounding them. All of them were smiling and ready to strike. Some of them even faked a bit, making Mowsy fake back, partially on accident.
Suddenly, a pirate wearing a long white trench coat with long dirty blonde hair threw his arm out, his scimitar’s blade lodging itself into one of his comrades, and spun around. His blade cut through the pirate, blood flung from the sword and the pirate fell to the ground bleeding from the open wound. The treacherous pirate moved and pushed his back in with Netter and Mowsy.
“Who the hell are you?!” Mowsy asked, not taking his eyes from the rest of the pirates (Who actually seemed to lose trust in each other because they spread out more and glanced occasionally at each other.)
“Me? I’m Dustin. Ninja Extrordinaire, best double agent you’ll find.” Dustin seemed to take pride in what he did. “No time to talk now, We need to kill these dogs and be done with it.”
Netter didn’t seem shocked at all; it was as if she knew he was a double agent all along. But that wasn’t important. What was important was the two pirates running at Mowsy.
Mowsy reacted how he would have if the pirate that faked him out earlier wasn’t faking. He moved in forward slowly to give himself some room and readied himself. Both pirates swung at him, one went to stab and the other did a horizontal slice to Mowsy’s face. Mowsy ducked and used the blade of his dagger to push the stabbing pirate off course. Mowsy took what little time he had to roll forward and stab one of the pirates in the leg. Mowsy yanked his dagger out, kicked off the ground as hard as he could and ran backwards.
The pirate who had been stabbed spat, the other one snarled. Just like dogs… Mowsy thought to himself. You have to teach them who’s boss.
The uninjured pirate growled and ran toward Mowsy, Mowsy threw his dagger up, caught it by the tip of the blade and threw it at the pirate. The pirate took the dagger to the left eye, and died instantly. The scimitar fell in the pirate’s hand, and the other pirate had already begun his strike to attack. Mowsy had little time to act. He reached for the scimitar but he wasn’t fast enough. The curved blade of the scimitar cut into Mowsy’s back, slamming him to the floor. The pirate laughed, Mowsy could smell the sick stench of alcohol on the pirate’s breath.
The pain in his back told him, his conscience screamed it: You’re going to die here. But for some reason, Mowsy didn’t believe it. Maybe that was because a few seconds after he thought that, a nice flow of red liquid rushed onto his face as a black figure stood over him with the head of the pirate in his hand.
“Mowsy. Get the fuck up.” A familiar voice said as the figure threw the head aside. “Mini-me.” Mowsy stood up, wiping blood from his face and picking up a scimitar. “Come on, We need to help them out.”
Netter was holding her own with two arm blades out, blocking blows from above and from both sides, occasionally taking a stab back at her attackers. The pirates were too caught up in trying to hit the girl that they didn’t see Mowsy come up, grab one of them by the shoulders and shove his dagger right into the Pirate’s neck. Mowsy twisted the dagger and ripped it out while Netter used her arm blade to block and throw the other pirate’s scimitar from his hands and shoved her other arm blade into his stomach. The pirate screamed and was kicked from the blade. The blades retracted and they watched as Dustin finished his last enemy.
He was fighting a pirate with a blue handkerchief around his mouth, Dustin’s white trench coat was spotted with blood. Dustin had been playing with the pirate, blocking the blows and laughing at the pirate. Suddenly, he ended the game by spinning around, reaching into his pocket, spinning in a full 360 degrees (slicing the pirate’s stomach barely) and returning to push the barrel of a gun to the pirate’s stomach.
“Funny thing about death… you can’t bring gold with you.” Dustin smirked and pulled the trigger. The pirate flew backwards and landed on his back with a large burnt bleeding gash in his stomach.
Dustin let the gun spin on his finger before shoving it back into his pocket. “So, the ship is ours. Now… let’s get back to Seaport and get Mowsy his equipment. I’m sure his arm dealing days are over, right Mows?”
Mowsy nodded. “Yeah, all my supplies belong to you now. Long live the ninjas!” Mowsy said, raising his dagger.
Netter, Tommy, and Dustin laughed and raised their blades. “Long live the ninjas!” And they chanted it for a while. It was the Ninjas who would win this war, whither the pirates liked it or not.
The End.
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