Before you start to read this prologue, I just have some credit to share. This story, up to this point at least, is a combined effort of myself and Kibby666. This story would not have been created without her help, so thank you very much, Kibs! ^^
A spidery hand slipped behind her neck lifting her from a drink-induced slumber. A breathless whisper escaped his cracked lips: "Death to pigs…-they all must die."
The pink-haired kunoichi's eyes fluttered open. A surprised gasp escaped her own lips, as she caught sight of the man before her. "W-why would y-"" All it took was one gentle squeeze, and the girl's breath would no longer come. The bones of her neck snapped under his fingers, her death resting on his hands: contentment was all that he was left with.
It wasn't just a one night thing, no...-these nightly attacks happened frequently. Out of five, this would be the easiest one yet. The little village was quickly coming to the conclusion: they had a serial killer in their midst.
With every death, the village was becoming weaker and weaker. An attack could–and would be-launched against them at any moment, and with more ninja disappearing every week, winning would be close to impossible. They needed a solution…-and boy, did they need one fast.
He escaped through the window, evil grin playing on his lips. It wasn't as if he liked to reap havoc upon the unfortunate lives that crossed paths with him. It was more of an addiction, a very organized addiction. First was the girl from the Sand, The one that carries with her that fan. Both she and that fan were similar; no action, and a lot of wind. Her luscious screech played through his mind like a sorrowful song.
Shino Aburame was his next kill, and surely, the most persistent. No matter how much pain he had put him in, a smile forced its way onto his victim's face. He had taken it to be a sign of mockery, but who knows; maybe it had a hint of something else. In the end, of course, Shino had been killed-the life leaving his face. But still, the smile remained. True, they had been friends…-but he was only in the way. And through one simple action, the fragile bonds woven between them were destroyed, and sent into oblivion.
Thirdly, his mentor; his sensei, who had believed in him, trusted him, and loved him as her own.
"Were you proud then sensei? Were you proud when your blood spilt into my hands? When I laid you to eternal rest? Were you proud?" He shook his head, walking along the streets, rested abandoned under moonlight's cover. "Of course you weren't, just like the rest of them."
Before that night, his more recent kill was Choji; sweet, innocent Choji. This one wasn't exactly planned, but he really didn't have a choice in the matter. When blood is splattered across your arms, and a corpse is in your arms, it makes it a little bit too obvious you're a murder. He had taken two lives that day. Sure it had messed up his schedule, but it would return to normal in due time.
Sakura Haruno, one of the villages most popular kunoichi: loved by most, hated by others. Word would be out tomorrow that the NightCrawler-as aptly named he was-had struck again. It wouldn't be as easy anymore, and he knew that…-which would take us to his soon-to-be victim. The sixth and probably the sweetest kill of his life:
Hinata Hyuuga.
Author's Note
Crazygal66: And that's the end! For now….
Choji: *still in shock* You…-you killed me?
Crazygal: I'm sorry! It just works with the story…
Naruto: When I find out who this killer is, I'm going to-*keeps on rambling*
Hinata: *shyly poking her fingers together* M-maybe they know who the NightCrawler is…
Naruto: *looks up at the reader* Hey, you might be on to something Hinata!
Crazygal: *sweat drop* I sort of know s-
Naruto: *places a finger to his lips* Shh! I want to hear what the readers have to say!
Crazygal: *sighs* Keep reading… (And please, critism/compliments are dearly appreciated!)
Disclaimer: I do *not* own any characters included in this story, Masashi Kishimoto holds that grand honour.