The Torturer and the Tortured

by The Flaming Shadow of Eden

Naruto Uzumaki never had a girlfriend or family that took care of him...he was thirteen when he tortured his first victim...than he became addicted. He tortured possibly dozens of couples and families to their deaths until he meets Hinata and Kiba and plays a little game with them.

Trust me if I'd remembered putting my hands around her neck and choking her that would have been one of my best memories...before the one where I bashed her boyfriend's head in with a shovel than dismembered him with an axe as she watched.

Who could blame her for trying her hardest to free herself...now she was dead and buried deep in my backyard...most of her I'd fed to my dogs and instantly I went out searching for a new victim...a new couple or family to torture and killl because I didn't have what they had...Happiness. I bury my hands into my jean pockets and watch the couple that walk across the street...hand and hand in the darkness of the night laughing in the chilling midnight air.

I drop my backpack and pull out my metal baseball bat and slide my clown mask over my face...they turn a corner...they were heading to the party that shook the still sky and cut through the calming darkness with colorful lights...I never liked parties and that party made my opinions worse. It was too loud for a man like me.

I jog after them as they turn into a alleyway possibly going for a quick round of sex before they can get into the intensity of the party that shook the pavement...I follow them lowering to a crouch as I stalk them until they reach the dead end of the Alley where they kiss in the darkness of the alley unseen by anyone, but me...they don't notice me as I draw closer and closer until I stand behind them... they twist their bodies as they undress each other...then I strike like a viper.

My bat cracks against the back of his skull as he falls forward with her still closely attach to him...they fall and her head hits the brick wall behind and she faints without a sound.

I drag them from the darkness unseen in the cover of darkness since no one comes out at this time...only to these stupid parties that filled the air, but most were to high or drunk to notice anything. I drag them down the street...they were heavier than they look and would be an easy target for my little games...I pull them down the street and grab my backpack that I was surprised hadn't gone missing in such a cold 'mysterious' night.

As I fling it on my back and drag them up the brick stairs of my house...it was nice night to torture...the stars were out and a large beautiful blood moon lit the sky...I felt like a werewolf in the night...where my most evil side came out from the shadows, but I was worse...I kick open my door and pull them inside smiling lightly as I check up and down the street...curious if any sober people had seen me.

Before I slammed the door shut laughing.