"NO! DON'T! LET ME GO!"

"You're going to be okay."

"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"It's fine, it's all fine."

"LEAVE ME ALONE…."

"We're almost there. Clark, open the door."

"NO!"

"It's okay; you'll have so much fun here."

"PLEASE! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"I'm sorry."


If you think about it, it's sick. It's sick how we've wrapped our minds on the fact that we're higher than the rest; we're the top animals of our world; the dictator. We must be treated with respect and honor; we will kill any who stand in our way. Kill living things that are just like us, share feeling and all, yet we think we're that much better. You say they're murderers. Look at you, killing them off one by one. They will soon be gone, and I know you're going to be damn proud. The whole world will be, right? After all, we're the best; we're above all else. Killing each other and harming others that were never meant to be pulled into this. You don't see animals walking around wearing our skin on them, do you? Then why do it yourself? We are only pure chance, we happened by luck. It's okay to need them for survival; but how are you going to know when it's enough?


"Argh-gah!" He gasped as he was forced into the room.

"This is where you'll be staying. It's a very nice room-"

"It's too bright." He said, observing the room with a pained heart.

"Well, I'm sorry, but it's our standards. You know how important regulations are here?" The man asked the much younger boy. The younger boy, turned away from the man, grimaced.

"Use your words, venom like a snake bite. You're just as terrorizing as one; if not, maybe more. Than why do they suffer? Why do we ruthlessly kill them when we threaten them? Everything's our fault!" The boy yelled, turning to the man with crystal like tears falling along his cheeks, finding old yet new paths to fall down his chin, lightly hitting the ground almost as if without a sound. "Why do they have to die when it's all OUR FAULT?" The boy screamed, hitting the man in front of him.

"What's going on?" Another man came into the blinding white room. "Hey! Raul! Don! Get over here, help me out!" The man yelled down the blinding white hall. Another man, followed by yet another one, entered the room. All dressed clad in blinding white suits; they all belong here. But he didn't.

It was too bright, too confusing, too lonely. He was the only one, just like he had always been. Why was he the only one who cared? Who gave a damn? They grabbed his arms, a man on each one, wrestling him practically, forcing him into the wall. Why was he here? Did he really deserve any of this?

"Look, calm down, calm down. We know you're scared, it takes a little time to get used to it." The man on his left said, painfully forcing his left arm onto the wall behind him.

"It'll be all better; someone will give you the tour soon." The other man, the one on his right, soothed him.

"It's been rough, we know." The first man said, straightening his white suit and brushing off the dust, as if he was attacked by some animal he didn't care at all about. "We understand."

"No you don't! NO ONE DOES!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, tears falling freely towards the ground, embracing it as if it were a sanctuary; as if it were home.

"Yes we do." The man on his right replied.

"IT'S NEVER HAPPENED TO YOU!" He screamed at them, protesting against their lying minds and their painful grips on each of his arms.

"Frank, get out of here." The man on his right gestured with his head towards the door to the first man.

"Don, you sure?"

"I'm sure, Frank. Don't worry; he'll be locked up soon."

"I can here you, you BITCHES!" He screamed again. Too bright; too bright; he just needed somewhere dark to curl up and hide.

Soon he was left alone in the blinding white room; left to cry by himself; to hear the moans of pain from others in rooms around him; to remember the past that he had tried so hard to forget. In all of the confusion, he did what he knew best; he curled up in the corner and cried.


This is a world of cruelty; a world of pain. It's a word of forgiveness; a world of hate. It's a world of sadness; a world of love. This is the world where the tough get going when the going gets tough.


A WORLD OF LIES
PROLOGUE- HOW ARE YOU GOING TO KNOW WHEN IT'S ENOUGH?

SUMMARY: This is a world of truth; a world that's abused. It's a world of the used; a world of the confused. It's a world of rules; a world that cries. This is the world we constructed out of lies. NARUSASU YAOI

WARNINGS: Yaoi (BoyxBoy), OOC-ness, language usage, cruelty, confusion, and a messed up way of writing. Enjoy!

A/N: Hey, I'm back! Well, I know this is confusing, but it will be explained more as the story goes on. I'm just trying out a different style. I actually think this is going to be fun; though it's going absolutely nowhere whatsoever. I don't have a plot for it; it's just it and that's all I know. It is NaruSasu, just wait for it.

Read it please?

~Sasuke Uzumaki 83