Ok so I'm new to this so its going to suck. Not a lot of it really makes sense but I do hope that there will be someone who likes it, if there is I will write more =D Thanks to my bffl Michelle for editing and inspiration!

Not a sound came out of her mouth, not a move she dared to make. What now? Her mind couldn't comprehend what had happened.

Are they all dead? Am I the only one who lived? Why? Why am I alive? Why?

Not a sound could break her from this trace-like state.

Is this a dream? It can't be true, can it?

Her world stop spinning the second she dared to take a look at the place she once lived, and the life she once had.

It's all gone. The burning flames erase what is left of hope and understanding. Nothing makes sense. There is nothing else. There is nowhere else. There is no one else.

Chapter 1 - Time Cut Short

"HA! I bet you there!" Akira was jumping up and down rubbing it in.
"Huh? We were racing?"
"It doesn't maker because I won!"
"Alright Akira you won, but next time it won't be so easy!"
She walked up to her, and she seemed almost mad that Tsukiyo was talking so long to get there.
"WELL NEXT TIME I WILL BET YOU SO BAD!"

Akira was energetic as always...

"Hey Tsukiyo do wanna come over to my house!"
"I can't. My parents want to teach me about the Misoku Kekkei Genkai"
"Well that sucks..."
"You should be practicing yourself."
"You're no fun."

How to get her to work… I have an idea!

"Well when you go play tag, I'll beat you ever time in missions"
"NO YOU WON'T MY KEKKEI GENKAII WILL BE SO STRONG YOURS WILL LOOK USELESS NEXT TO MINE! I"LL TRAIN UNTIL I CAN'T STAND IF I HAVE TO!"
"We'll see..."
"BYE I NEED TO GET HOME SO I GET A HEAD START ON MY TRIANING AND BET YOURS!"

Akira ran home now, with a new energy that you only see when she completely pwns you at a game, that and when schools over.

Something feels… different. Its hard to say what it was, just something was, off.

The air was thick with silence. What an odd feeling. She just felt empty.

Lost in though, she hadn't noticed that she reached her house. Even worse then before, the feeling of loneliness lurked in the air. For some reason she felt cautious as the door slowly creaked open.

"I'm h-home."

Why did she stutter? Her words were barely audible. What made her so nervous? It was just an ordinary day, why couldn't she get her mind together?

She could hear her heart beating. Bump, ba-bump. The pace quickly picking up speed with every step she made, every breathe that she took, BANG! What was that? It came from the kitchen.

But I thought no one was home? Stay calm, she told herself.

But this whole time she was all but calm. Where was everyone? Slight movements come from the kitchen's shadow. So unnoticeable, yet so striking. The figure made sharp movements, that cast a menacing shadow.

There was something else. A thick liquid, it was red, and flowed slowly, creeping across the kitchen floor to her feat. Gasp. As she realized what it was. The movements came to a sudden stop. And approached her slowly. STUPID! How could I be that stupid! She froze. She couldn't move.

Whoever was there, what ever happened, was that persons doing. If her parents couldn't stand against them, then she had no chance. Something in side her snapped. She ran, bursting out the front door and down the street. All was a blur as the tears clouded her sight. Help.

She needed to find help. When she believed she was far enough from the house she stops to look around. Everything was all one colour, red. A coat of blood covered everything and everyone. What was happening? Earsplitting screams filled the silence. Her knees were shaking. Almost to the point of collapsing.

No not now, I have to get out. I have to leave here. Move. But where? Everywhere was death. There was no escape. Just move. Forward don't look back, go!

She ran through the chaos. Fire roared above the rooftops. People screeched and fell silent to the ground. She couldn't stop to see who they were, for fear of recognition. She made it out alive. But what is life worth? What she would trade to see a smile from a familiar face. Mom. Dad. Akira. Anyone?

Was anyone there?There is nothing else. There is nowhere else. There is no one else. She was alone.