I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR ITS CHARACTERS! ENJOY AND REVIEW!
Hinata's POV
I'm trapped behind iron rods with fellow potential victims or "lab rats" as they referred to us as. Never moving from my position or spot, I continue to breathe shallowly. Though my own breathing couldn't be heard amongst the hysterical, terrified, blood curdling screams, or even the sound of cracking mental states that come in the form of stuttering whispers. Miraculously, I have barely managed to keep my sanity intact with the exception of a few chipped away fragments, but I'm slowly teetering on the cliff of the abyss that is my mind.
Suddenly, I hear a sound. A door on the far left opens as one of the bad men comes in. He steps closer to our cage and examines us with his cold beady eyes. He chooses a girl to my right. She knows this as soon as he moves; she thrashes in the cage, crying hysterically while desperately trying to back away from the man. But he shows no mercy. With a Cheshire grin spread across his face, he grabs her leg and drags her across the cell, her shirt riding up.
He pulls her out of the cage and holds her up to his face, his sinister smirk growing seemingly wider. She kicks, struggles, and screams, but his big beefy arms are enough of a restraint. She bites his left arm. He shouts and let's go of her right side letting her fall against the cage.
In these few seconds, I decide whether or not to help her, knowing the consequences that would unfold. But she is only a child, age twelve at most. I try to pull her back in the cage. The big man immediately reacts and yanks her away, slapping me.
His rough, callous hands knocked me to the hard, frozen floor. The girl was taken away as her cries for help fade into an echo down the now silent room. With the violent male now gone, many of the other's gazes fall on me. I lay there, silently weeping, curled in a ball. Slowly, crawling my way back to my spot, I force myself to sit up.
Wiping the fresh blood from my lip's corner, I feel my left eye start to swell. I continue to cry into my knees quietly.
I do not know when slumber had come to me, but it was ended shortly. The faint sound of barely audible footsteps, able to be heard from acute hearing abilities developed from living in constant paranoia, jolted me from my stress induced sleep. Lifting my head in the direction of the noise, I see the same man from before with one other.
"There that's the one that tried to help yesterday" pointing at me with his thick pointer finger.
Looking straight at them with lifeless eyes void of any and all emotion, I just stared. The other closed his eyes behind his thin metal framed bifocals. After giving something some thought, he looked at me.
The look of his eyes evoked only one kind of emotion from me. Fear. Those eyes hold the same demonic soullessness of a serial killer that gets high off their prey's blood. I didn't look away from the man. I would not give him the complete treat of seeing be petrified or shaking. Despite being weak, I still believe I would escape one day. I attempted to keep my breathing as steady as possible.
The four eyed madman gave a slight snicker and said "Looks like we have one that has not entirely cracked yet," he turned to the muscle bound male "take her, I'm sure the Head will find some use for her." And with that said he put his hands behind his back and left.
What happened next went in a big blur as the man from yesterday came for me. I shortly passed out at some point as I was taken away. What's going to happen to me now.
I hope you enjoyed it! This is a story that I'm writing with my friend. She wanted to be introduced as TheArtisticBookworm!