Below are the 14 most recent journal entries recorded in . . . I will take it's secret to my grave!'s LiveJournal:

Thursday, August 18th, 2005
10:14 pm	My soul cries while my eyes are blessed by the creation of such beauty. A sunset forms from seemingly nothing but the artists hand. Colors and emotions spill out over his canvas. This is to be his masterpiece. All of his life is being poured into this last work. Nothing must interrupt him. I understand this. When he finishes this perfection he will have only a single moment of joy left. He understands this. We are both artists. (1 Strike |Strike back)
Sunday, August 7th, 2005
11:05 am	I carefully hold the tip of my blade next to the peephole as my target parades down the hallway. He has declared himself indestructible. I am here to prove otherwise. His smile is a secret to all but my hidden scrutiny as he approaches the assembly. He walks defiantly down the hallway a few steps ahead of his bodyguard, yet he will most certainly stop when he reaches my position. I am standing close to the last place he will tread. Reaching this door behind which are most of the people with power that is aware of, and even a few he is not, he will regret summoning those whom he should have only hoped he went unnoticed to. He would be most surprised if he found out that during the night someone re-plastered a "man" sized section of the wall at the end of this hallway. He will find out soon enough. (Strike back)
Sunday, July 24th, 2005
9:58 pm	I'm sitting on a park bench that was recently moved. Before last night it occupied an unused corner, behind a no trespassing sign, near the back area of an overpriced hotel. If I were to turn around I would be facing a tall sleek building. Over forty floors of darkly tinted windows. But there is no need. The entire scene is conveniently reflected in the windows of a shorter but wider office building directly across the street. It's a very pretty view. This building behind me however has a few interesting attractions though. For instance lets take a look at the lobby. Fifty three heavily armed security personal. Half a dozen locked-down elevators. Heading upwards there are hundreds of cameras scanning every hallway, exit, and bathroom. Diverse breeds of excessively trained guard dogs are escorting their naive handlers on every upper floor. But today it's the penthouse that bears a most intriguing fruit. In less than three minutes the phone of a very dead man will ring. When that dead man's personal body guards wonder why their now former employer dosen't answer his phone, they will go to him. Once any person even slightly touches the unmoving body it's head will fall off and back. His head will fall out of the secretly jammed open window the chair is leaning against. The only curiosity this day holds for me is where my work will land. I expect to be enlightened quite soon. (Strike back)
Sunday, July 17th, 2005
10:08 am	The ninja darts across an almost invisible wire from the street sign to the roof of the building. Finding every shadow he crawls upside down to the penthouse window and picks the lock effortlessly. He enters the office so quickly and silently that not a strand of thread moves on the long delicate silk curtains. Those same curtains are the last things his eyes see in this life as his head falls to the floor, followed by his body a few seconds later. As a professional courtesy I leave his mask on. One day I too will displease enough of the world and a ninja will be sent for me. When that happens I must be better, I am Ninja. (2 Strikes |Strike back)
Tuesday, July 12th, 2005
6:19 pm	Slowly I dance through the ominous shadows. Lackey after lackey fall silently to my blade. The quiet stillness is so bleak I can hear music flowing from the grim presence I bring. The only true peace today will come from the emptiness my soul feels when the day is over. (2 Strikes |Strike back)
Sunday, July 10th, 2005
7:17 pm	When the elevator reaches the ground floor I place my hand on the hilt of the weapon. The chime obscures the sound of the newspaper tearing as my blade withdraws it's presence from both the classifieds and todays news. Several startled people let out frightened outcries as the doors close for the last time on the owner of this building. Nobody even notices as the other clearly empty elevator closes it's doors. (Strike back)
Sunday, July 3rd, 2005
5:02 pm	My strikes to the back of his head and lower back kill him instantly, and cause him to draw his final breath from his cigarette. The smoke he releases not only conceals my exit from this shadowy corner, but keeps the bodyguards standing next to him from realizing he is dead for a few precious seconds. While I make my way down the side of the building, I retrieve my camera. Sometimes a picture is requested. The last time I was so quick it almost looked like trick photography. Almost. (2 Strikes |Strike back)
Friday, May 13th, 2005
9:41 am	So much movement. Quick sounds. I smile and look around. The wind blows through my fingers as I reach out for my opponent. I don't even see him fall. I run through a cluster of men. None of them are still looking at me after I pass through them. I don't even care. I almost laugh as I begin to strike out at several at once. No such loss of control even crosses my mind as I cut through wave after wave of determined opposition. After a while even I don't see me causing this destruction. My movements are so fast. But It's not that I can't follow my own quick attacks. It's that I can see my target. I wonder if my target can see me? Not that it matters. When I reach my target and I strike he will never see it coming. They never do. (Strike back)
Saturday, April 23rd, 2005
9:42 pm	My client walks down the hall. He smiles and drinks his coffee. As he passes by the corner office my dart flies through the keyhole and through the styrofoam cup he is drinking out of. I wonder what he was drinking? It smelled good. (Strike back)
Wednesday, April 20th, 2005
11:16 pm	I am a ninja. I am patient. Soon my client will begin wrapping up his four hour meeting. Right before he does his cell phone will ring. He is expecting an important call so he will answer it. He will walk towards the window to look out over the city as he talks over his cell phone just exactly as he always does. This time as he gloats over the power he has acquired in life, I will take it from him. A paint can and tarp will fly off of this rigging and fall twenty four stories to smash onto the ground very near where I began my assent five hours ago. Long before that my blade will enter the building and my client at almost the same time. But not yet. I see he is referring back to the pie chart again. He should have used less charts. Everyone watching is simply waiting for this all to end. It will. I am a ninja. I am patient. (Strike back)
Saturday, April 16th, 2005
12:47 am	My hand strikes out. His body falls. All the eyes here are focusing forward. My blow is timed, and what little sound I made is muffled by laughter. The near darkness conceals my half smile. All too easy. I leave as the only light source dims for a moment. I stroll out the exit and down the sidewalk. I laugh while making my escape. If only this popcorn had less salt. (Strike back)
Thursday, April 7th, 2005
8:52 pm	You ever try to eat a slurpee through a ninja mask? My heart beats. My eyes close down to slits, and my face becomes a work of determined art. My heart beats. My feet are running before I realize it, and my weapon leaps into the world. My heart beats. I let It beat again as I calmly look around. My weapon disappears. My heart beats. I disappear. (Strike back)
Wednesday, April 6th, 2005
3:18 pm	Another eliminaton The only fear I know is what I "give" away. I am unseen. I am quick. I am NINJA. (Strike back)
Tuesday, April 5th, 2005
10:53 pm	Swiftly. Only the night feels me. My strike is noticed by only one other person. I leave as if I was never there. (Strike back)