Ninjas

*I couldn’t think of what should happen in my story next. So today I take a break.
But when I ask for haunting suggestion on Live Journal the most interesting response was “Ninjas!”
So in the interest of trying something totally different...*


It had been a long week she was sitting at the desk her hair wrapped up in a scarf as she was carefully filling in the columns  of the ledger. This was her job just entering in the numbers and adding and subtracting as they were to be.  She was not to make any judgements and was definitely not supposed to let her boss know when things didn’t add up that was his job to see on his own. It was not the place of a woman to know these things. But she did. There were problems and she knew that there was more than one set of books and she had been penning the real one.
The office was quiet except for the scratch of her pen. She could only come in to do the books after everyone else was gone. It was not proper to have a woman doing the books and she could care for her little brothers and sisters during the day and her mother could take over at night. After her father returned from the west indies things would go back to the way they were and then she could go to the dances again and maybe the young Mr. Smithe would notice her.
She set down her pen and rubbed her hand. In the extra silence she heard the sound of something sliding on the floor. As she turned to something passed by her eyes. Hitting the wall above her desk. She jumped and fell backwards into the wall next to her desk. Hitting her head she saw stars and closed her eyes.
There was more noise. Shuffling and possibly the padding of a small animal. Opening her eyes she saw standing next to the other side of her desk three dark figures. Her candle may have blown out. No they were wearing all black. even covering their heads. One steps forward and takes her chin roughly in his gloved hand. Although the pressure of his fingers is firmer than comfortable she marvels at the cool and unusual feel of the gloves’ material.
His eyes are an unusual shape through the mask he wears. She thinks he may be a chinaman as has been described in the papers she has been able to see and read.
he silently looks at the others and then picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder.
She feels her boot quickly removed and pressure placed on her foot and then a pinch in her ankle.
The man began to run but soon she finds herself loosing consciousness.