Vile Rabbit

A young woman stood over his headless body; her white eyes shone with indifference, her ash-colored hair and light blue skin stained with his blood.

She held a meter-long katana-like blade in her right hand. She bent down over his body, took his knife with her left hand, then turned to her left and threw the knife.

Whoosh! WHOOSH!

The knife spun as it shot through the air, and,

splat!

The sound of flesh being pierced rang out a second later, and,

thud! A male figure fell from a corner headfirst; the knife could be seen embedded in the center of his head, his face mask with a shocked expression.

The young woman stood up, calmly walked to him, removed the knife, and splat! Spurts of blood shot out of the knife wound, but that didn't bother her.

She proceeded to search his lifeless body, a second later discovered and removed what seemed to be a silver container containing water.

She strapped it to the end of the sleeve of the black coat she was clad in.

She then ran toward the nearest corner of the maze; the sound of her footsteps was nonexistent, and her figure seamlessly blended into the darkness around her, akin to a silent predator hunting its prey.

Soon, she made a turn and came upon a group of four of her kind.

They stood twenty meters before her in a circular formation, with sharp weapons in their hands, their eyes alert for any unforeseen threat.

She paused for a second, then threw the knife at one of them, and splat! It lodged into her head, instantly killing her.

The rest instantly became alert and turned toward her direction. Seeing her bloodied and cold figure, they clenched their weapons tighter to suppress their nervousness, and one of them shouted in a somewhat shaky tone,

"C-come out, you coward!"

Hearing him, she didn't move; she just stood there silent, and watched their every movement, their expressions, the fear and nervousness building within their eyes.

the tension rising with each passing second.

Right when she noticed that they could no longer resist their innate self-preservation instincts and were going to either attack her or flee, she struck like a viper catching them off guard.

Bap! bap! bap!

She ran toward them at maximum speed; in a second, she crossed fourteen meters, her blade stretched out horizontally, scratching the maze wall as she ran,

srrrrrrrr!

In just over a second, she arrived a meter before them. They stabbed and slashed at her, but right before they could make contact, she kicked the maze wall with her right foot, using it as a spring to launch herself upwards above them, dodging their attacks.

While mid-air, she flipped upside down and ran on the maze ceiling.

Splat! Splat!

With each step she took, she stabbed her blade down into the skulls of two of her attackers, killing them instantly. She then kicked the ceiling, launched herself to the ground, flipped back, and landed a few meters behind her last attacker.

Then she crouched and launched toward him while spinning like a tornado; her blade sparkled with every turn, and before her attacker could react,

Shing! Slat!

His shocked-filled head shot upwards, bap! It bounced on the ceiling and landed on the ground, blood squirting from his headless body, staining the already stained walls.

"Huff! Huff!"

The young lady's chest moved up and down as she caught her breath. She was a little drained after doing such movements that would be considered supernatural for her kind.

She took the water container and started to sip from it,

Glup! Glup!

After a second, she began to search their corpses, took what she needed, then silently ran in a certain direction. Her goal was the breeding area, for no matter how strong she was, only there could she truly survive.

A few moments later, she reached near the entrance of a huge and bloodied opening. She could hear the sounds of metal clashing, flesh being sliced, and wails of death echoing.

She went silently to the entrance, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows.

Inside, she saw a bloodbath, thousands of her kind viciously slaughtering each other with no mercy.

There was no companionship, no teams, no trickery, just a bloody brawl of death.

She gazed at the entrance at the opposite end of the opening, which led to her survival, and she knew how to gain access: to reap the lives of a thousand of her kind.

All that was left for her to accomplish that goal, was to kill a hundred more. Her white eyes shone with coldness, but she didn't join the death brawl, at least not yet.

She decided to wait until the odds were in her favor.

Some time passed, and there were now only a little over a hundred of her kind remaining inside the brawl.

Each of them was elite among elites, fearless warriors who had claimed the lives of hundreds of warriors in frontal hand-to-hand combat.

But Unfortunately for them, they were now tired, injured, and there was a viper hidden in the darkness. A viper that would prey on their weakened state and devour them whole.

Whoosh! Splat!

"Ahhh! How dar—splat!!"

"Show yourse—splat!"

"Ahhhh!"

"How can you move like that? Splat!"

"Wh-what are you—splat!"

…

Soon, only the young woman remained standing inside the clearing, thousands of dismembered bodies piled up around her. Her chest moved up and down at a fast rate as she took in deep breaths; every inch of her was now covered in blood, leaving only her emotionless eyes.

And there seemed to be a giant slash on her right leg.

She ignored it entirely and weakly dragged herself toward the entrance. Halfway there, she suddenly paused, picked up a weapon that was right before her, and threw it toward the entrance of the clearing, and,

Whoosh! Splat!

The familiar hiss of her reaping echoed out. She didn't even turn to look, and continued her way toward the breeding room.