He was running and I was beside him.
The dark forest, only lightened by the moonlight seeping in through the leaves, was silent.
His breathing filled my ears, the only sound I could hear in the night.

He was there, so real. And I was here, a ghost in the night.

His jacket hung unzipped on him as he ran through the forest, blood dripping from his fingertips, but it wasn't this blood.

He was running, desperately running.
Was something chasing him?
I didn't know. All I knew was that his blue eyes screamed desperation.

He stumbled and landed on all fours to the ground.
He hesitated, watching the ground with wide terrified eyes, taking in his deep sharp breathes.

A clearing opened before him and he rose to his feet again.
I was beside him as he ran but he didn't see me.

As he opened out to the clearing he skidded to a halt before a body on the wet grass.

He knelt beside her; hovering his hands above her body, desperately wanting to help but not knowing what to do.

He ripped off his already unzipped jacket and laid it across her chest; her crimson blood soaking into the orange fabric instantly, consuming it in red.

He leant over her, either hand on the grass beside her blonde head.
He was screaming something to her, but I was deaf to his words.

Tears streamed down his face as he yelled at her desperately.

The blonde girl turned her head to face his. The tips of her long blonde hair were red from her blood that stretched miles from her body; weaving its way like snakes through the grass and around the trees.

Her blue eyes met his and he cried as her life escaped her before him.
He screamed silently at her more but she never stirred again.

He leant back against a tree that sat beside the girl's body.
The tree hadn't been there before, but the clearing had shrunk and the trees surrounded them closer than before.

He heaved for breath as he wept with his back to the tree, his blue eyes glued to the bloody body on the grass.

Blood spilled from his mouth and his tears turned crimson, but he took no notice as the snakes of blood stretched from him to meet hers.

I blinked and his blood was gone.

I remained standing beside the girl watching Naruto opposite.

A black wolf appeared by the edge of the trees; its yellow eyes watching the figures in the shrinking clearing.
For a wolf its expression appeared surprisingly sad, its eyes wide as though it had seen something the figures had not.

Naruto saw the wolf too.
He stood to his feet once more and stood in front of his fallen colleague's body; placing himself between the black wolf and her.

He screamed angrily at the wolf, but I could not hear him.

The black wolf did not move but only breathed and blinked as it watched the screaming figure that stood within the clearing.

The black wolf's eyes widened and its mouth opened in shock as he observed the figures.
A second, white, wolf came from the trees to Naruto's side, lunging at him. Digging its large teeth into his soft neck and forcing him to the ground.

I blinked again, but this time the blood did not leave.

Two bodies lay in the clearing covered in crimson under the moonlight of the forest.

Naruto's sapphire eyes stared up at the stars of the night; lifeless.

Above his body stood the white wolf, its lips soaked through with Naruto's life force; his blood.
The black did not move as the white gazed at it, proving its point.

It was only then I noticed the blood around the muzzle of the black wolf.
My blood.
But I was not dead.
I was dreaming; a horrible dream

I did not know who the blonde girl was or the significance of the wolves; both dark and light.
It went against most people's beliefs, that a white wolf; a wolf of purity would kill, while a black, dark wolf would not.

Everything in this world was wrong.