Rampage

Sakura POV

There was something about watching one of the people you admire and care about the most in your life completely snap.

Horrifying.

The only word to describe it.

One minute you're with them and they're the calm enigma you knew them to be and the next…

Blood soaked soil, and limbs of wood decorated in limbs of flesh greeting you as far as far as the eye can see.

As far as Sakura can see.

Once rooted feet break free and she makes her way through the clearing. Towards him.

He's just standing there, with his back towards her. Silver hair is now matted and stained with his enemies and the Jounin vest is torn from the left shoulder to his right hip, barely holding together. She can't see his hands.

Feeling the need that she should announce her presence before she reaches her target,

"Kakashi- sensei?"

Tilting of silver indicates he has heard her. Slowly he turns to face her.

Black material that once covered his face is gone, torn or lowered she doesn't know, but his mouth is bordered by blood, dripping down his chin, smudging up his cheeks.

Although the sharingan is bright and frenzied, his own black eye is dull and unseeing.

But it's his hands that truly alarm her.

Seeping they continue drench the already saturated ground, leaving small pools of ruby where they land.

Yet shake, they do not. His is in perfect control… perfect control of this insanity.

That scares her the most.

"We should continue on. Move out!"

In complete composed calmness he asserts his order and begins to move himself.

She doesn't move. Can't move.

"Sakura, let's go."

It's that that 'calm after the storm' that gets her. No regrets and no care for what just happened.

It's what makes so horrifying.