Guillotine Dreams

Nowe: The first chapter to my first [offical] FanFiction!

I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did when I was writing it!

With that, I give you Guillotine Dreams.

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I stood in a vast field, filled with long wild grass and white flowers. The full moon was out, casting its eerie glow on everything. It made the entire world seem black and white – that there was a right and wrong. No in-between. No insanity. So I stood there for a moment longer, smiling to myself, eyes closed. This scene was so beautiful, so perfect and yet… something didn't feel right about it. My pale lavender orbs slowly opened, looking over everything again while this sinking, gnawing feeling ate away at my insides.

My search eventually grew frantic. I knew I was missing something – something very important. As I combed through the grass, a question dawned on me: Why was I here in the first place? That question caused my heart to skip a beat, because I knew the answer. I was on a mission with my team. We were attacked here. We won, but… But then, where was everyone else?

Soon, I found the answer, and later I realized how much I would regret it. There, on the cool ground, was the body of my female teammate, TenTen. I stumbled backwards, slightly unnerved at the sight of her. Her buns, usually so neat, were loose, casting that chocolate brown hair around her like a veil, hiding her face from my sight. Her chest and stomach, however, were maimed with many open wounds and gashes, and the blood that once kept her alive was now spilling around her in pools. I just stared at her, pale eyes wide, wondering how this could have happened: wondering that, if I would have been here sooner…

Before I even had the time to look for the rest of my team, I was pulled up by other shinobi from my village. Whatever happiness I managed to retain until then vanished when it was announced that I killed my teammate, and that I was to be arrested. With a ferocious growl, I tried to cuss them out, to tell them it was not my fault, but I couldn't find the will to speak. Instead, they dragged me away into the black abyss…

I jolted into consciousness, my eyes wide with panic and fear… until I realized where I was, or rather, where I was heading. As much as I denied it, as much as I wished for it to be something else, I knew what was happening to me. I knew that that nightmare I had just re-lived was not just a nightmare; it was what happened only hours ago. I wrenched my eyes shut, trying to get that memory out of my head until I heard one of the guards from the front of the van snicker.

"Welcome to your new home, you little freak." The voice said with a laughing cruelness that caused me to turn away in pure disgust. Had this been any other occasion, I would not have even hesitated in using some simple Ninjutsu to silence him, but with my arms being restrained in a chakra-proof straightjacket, I assumed I wouldn't get the pleasure. Wait—a straightjacket? I cast my gaze down, realizing that I was, indeed, dressed to look like a mental patient. What exactly did he mean by 'home'? Where the fuck were they taking me to? All my questions were answered when I glimpsed a old, rotting sign from outside the small window:

St. Christopher's Insane Asylum;

Picking up the pieces since 1918.

All patients are welcome.

I leaned my head back against the cool metal of the van with a dry laugh. They thought that I was the insane one? How, how wrong they were! For the rest of the ride, I couldn't help but laugh at myself, at this situation, because it made absolutely no sense whatsoever. I could feel the metal beast beneath my lurch, and with a loud whining moan, it came to a halt and the roar or its engines died down. Once the doors were opened, the moonlight greeted my, falling onto my pale form like an old friend. Unconsciously, I knew it was the only friend I was going to have here.

My name is Neji Hyuuga. Rouge bandits killed my friends, and I was blamed for their deaths. I got no trial, and was sentenced to St. Christopher's Insane Asylum, but I am not insane.

As I was yanked out of the van by my long, dark brown hair, and I took in the gothic looking insane home, with its barred windows and gargoyles watching you keenly from above, their wretched talons digging deeper into the crackss in the stone walls. The windows that I could see were barred, and patients stared out of them with bulging, crazed eyes. I could hear the cries -- both the silent, and the chilling moans echoing from the other seven or so buildings -- in the air, and in my heart I knew that they were as alone, as hate-filled as I was at that very moment. So I let the hate into my soul, because it would also be a friend of mine. But seeing those people, with their shaking forms and heart-wrenching screams, I couldn't help but wonder if I could retain my sanity.

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Nowe: That's it for the first chapter! I'm so excited!

Remember to be here for the next installment: Collision!

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