Escape
Chapter One
Her chest heaved heavily as she ran away, feet thumping on the wet muddy ground. She soared through the rough terrain, trying to escape. Adrenaline pumped through her lithe body, the high guiding her away. far away from her nightmare. Two years of being in that place. No more she thought. She was free. Her eye twitched as she tried to smile, the muscles straining from being unused for so long.
Her foot snagged on a root, causing her to tumble onto the wet ground. She sluggishly got up, her body shaking as she tried supporting herself on her abnormally thin legs. Her body screamed in pain, but she still walked onward. Her mid was set to escape, and nothing would distract her from that.
The short thin girl made her way through the eerie forest, looking around wide eyed. She stopped, taking a break at a large tree. A hole in the tree looked cozy to her. She scampered into it, using all her strength to heave herself in. Sighing, she brought up her knees and hugged them gently.
Four years ago, she was kidnapped by a man. He never treated her bad. In fact, he treated her like his own flesh and blood. But he made her kill people. She got over her first kill in two weeks. She stopped having nightmares after her seventh kill. She got accustomed to it in a year, and proceeded to stay with him, even when he decided to let her go. She was then taken away from him. They claimed she had Stockholm Syndrome. She knew she did, and that's why they kept her. She often missed him. Too bad he died. He escaped his nightmare, and was killed doing so.
She fingered the bark lightly, her large innocent-like eyes fascinated by the wood grain pattern. She herself was twelve, but her cherubic face and short stature lied about her real age. She yawned, rubbing her eyes as the moon's rays shown themselves on her, greeting her happily. She smiled at the moon, giving it a small goodbye wave as sleep came to her calmly, basking in the gentle glow.
When she woke, the moon was still high in the sky, like it had never moved. She tilted her head in confusion, pouting ever so slightly. Silently as she could, she hopped down from her hidey-hole, peering around. Once she deemed it safe, she quickly walked away from the tree, waving at it as she departed.
She felt a breeze roll by and shivered. The thin wet gown did nothing to provide her warmth. She suddenly stopped shivering. Her eyes became narrow slits, the hairs on her neck standing upright. She knew that feeling too well, the feeling of being watched. She shivered again, knowing it was useless. Her eyes widened at the familiar coppery smell. A smile broke onto her face.
She let her nose guide her to a wounded person, desperately trying to crawl to safety. The person soon took notice of her, panic flashing visibly in his eyes.
"Kid, please help me. Quick!" The man told her hastily, looking around.
Her head tilted downward, eyes fixed onto his open and bloody side, along with many other damage. She knew he didn't have much longer to live.
"Does it hurt?" She asked silently, almost unheard if the man wasn't paying attention.
"What?" He asked stupidly.
"That," she pointed to the wound with her finger, "does that hurt?"
"Yes it does. Why?" He looked at the girl as she sauntered over to a weapon on the ground, a small knife it seemed. She bent down to pick it up and walked back to him. A glint of sadness was in her eyes as she looked at him. His eyes widened.
"I'll make you better. You will hurt no more," She crouched down in front of him.
He smiled, "Thanks kid."
She plunged the knife deep into his chest, splitting his heart in two. She kissed his forehead gently, closing his new dull dead eyes in respect.
She hopped into the hole again, snuggling into the warm bark. At least, what she thought was bark. She frowned. Bark didn't breathe, or feel fleshy. She looked up into two bright yellow orbs. Their eyes locked instantly. She felt a smile crawl on her face as she reached up and stroked what she thought was a cheek. The person didn't move a muscle, allowing her to let her hand roam around his face, their eyes still glued to one another. She retreated her hand and yawned, waving at the person.
"Nighty-night Mr. Person." She curled herself into a ball, the glowing yellow eyes lulling her to sleep.
She felt herself moving rhythmically as she came to. She slowly peeled open her eyes and stared at a black fabric. Her eyes traveled upward to see a green scarf, and further up was a swirly orange mask with a hole on it. Her hand clenched the black fabric and tugged, earning the masked person's attention.
The person looked at her and stopped walking, setting her down on the dirt path, bending his knees to be face to mask with her.
"Where's Mr. Person?" She asked him, pouting.
"Do you mean Mr. Zetsu?" She tilted her head in confusion. He mimicked her action. She reached out and touched his mask. He reached out and touched her face. She pulled back and looked at him, unsure about him. They continued to play their game of monkey-see-monkey-do until she felt the familiar feeling of being watched, aside from the masked man. It wasn't one person, no, it was many. She looked around nervously. The masked man picked her up quickly, keeping a firm arm around her small fragile body. She squeezed his arm tightly, refusing to let go.
"Tobi," Her head whipped around everywhere, but she couldn't find where it came from, "You were suppose to leave her there."
She shivered slightly at the darker, more gravely voice.
"I'm sorry Mr. Zetsu. I just couldn't leave her there. The poor thing was shivering!"
Her head tilted as she looked over the masked man's shoulder, peering into the shadows. Her eyes locked onto the darkness. Someone was there. She tugged on the masked man's top, pointing to the shadows.
"There's someone there." she whispered.
"Kids got a keen eye, I'll give her that." A gruff voice said from where she pointed to. The bushes rustled and a large man came out. Well, a partially human male at least. He was tall and blue with white fish like eyes and marking under the eyes. His blue hair spiked up, making her look at it more than his abnormal facial features.
"Stop staring kid, it's rude." He huffed out.
Her eyes traveled down to his face before looking to her left and right. People started coming out of the shadows into daylight. They all wore similar black coats that had large white and red clouds. Her eyes traveled to the shorter one with blonde hair and a blue eye, the other eye covered by hair. The other was short, and ugly. She didn't pay much mind to it. It didn't aesthetically please her. The other was a moderate height, with dark hair and red eyes. Without thinking she slipped out of the masked man's hold, striding over to the red eyed male. His eyes followed her actions and stayed put, observing her. She stopped right in front of him, eyes boring straight into his.
Her head tilted again. The red-eyed man slowly knelt down and manually opened her eye wider, looking at the iris. Her eyes were special. She had a little thing called Sectoral heterochromia. Her eyes were mostly brown with a thick line of blue going horizontally across the iris.
His eyes was special too. They were all red with three black dots around the pupil.
"Interesting." He breathed out quietly, pulling back. As soon as he pulled back someone picked her up roughly and quickly, causing her to go berserk. She bit the person's hand that came too close to her face, causing the person to let go. She pounced on the person, using her small claw like nails, scratching the person repeatedly until she was pulled back and restrained.
"No! Let me go!" She struggled against her captor. She elbowed the person in the gut but the person didn't budge, holding her in place. She calmed her breath and stopped struggling slightly. She felt her captor slacked his grip before head butting, clawing and biting what she could. The person dropped her and she regained her footing, dashing off without a single notice.
Her little heart hammered wildly in her chest, her breaths soon turning into gasps for oxygen. She looked around quickly. She recognized the place. The tree was to the side of her. She quickly climbed into the large hole, the shadows enveloping her body. She hugged her legs, slightly sniffling.
"I don't want to go back. I'm not going back. I'm never going back." She said to herself, shaking at the thought of going back into that place. Her neck hairs raised at the feeling of eyes on her. She looked up, staring at the two familiar glowing orbs. She stared in awe as some of the sun filtered though the hole, showing his features. Green hair with a split black and white face. She reached up and gently touched his white cheek before moving downward to his lips. She pulled the bottom lip slightly down to reveal a set of rounded teeth. She moved her head closer to get a better look at the teeth. His breath barely left his mouth but the faint smell of rancid meat made her face cringe.
Her eyes locked onto his again. She tilted her head, looking deeply past his eyes to see him, the real him. She smiled softly before putting both her hand on his dual-toned cheeks, kissing his forehead as gently as she could.
His eyes seemed to have widened slightly. The act alone caused her to giggle. She peered slightly out of the hole.
"Shh, I'm looking for the bad people. The bad people will take me back to the bad place. I don't like the bad place. It's too bright." she whispered, a finger to her lips. She pulled herself back into the hole and giggled when she was face to face with the yellow-eyed person again.
The bright sun eventually lowered into the horizon, the forest brought to life by the wildlife. She yawned and close her eyes, slowly nodding off.
"Nighty-Night Mr. Person." She mumbled before sleeping, blissfully unaware of what she gotten herself into.