Prologue
Author's note: Hello and welcome to the grisly tale of The Monster. This is just something that was swimming around my mind so I decided that I had to post this. I hope you enjoyed the prologue and soon enough, I will have chapter one ready. The song that was referenced was Breathe by Pink Floyd. I recommend that you listen to the song before you read this. It will surely creep you out like it did to me. Please read, enjoy and review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
A throbbing pain hammered through her head as she groggily woke from her slumber. A bitter taste numbed her tongue and a sickly copper scent perfumed the air around her. Her senses snapped awake. Her eyes stung from the blackness of the blind fold and her head lulled to the side as her body pulsated with a sluggishness that made her want to gag. She tried to form at least a syllable but her mind was so hazy that her ability to think had been dulled. The loud sounds of beating drums that mirrored her own heart beats could be slowly heard, and with each beat, shivers ran up her spine. The thumping echoed that of an ancient sacrificial rite and the fear she felt tripled. She had to get out of there, she thought and in trying to perform the task of moving her limbs, a cold realization slapped across her face, she was bound. Panic blossomed in her chest as she struggled against the hard material that kept her hands painstakingly behind her back. The thumps got louder and she was forced to take slow breaths as deafening footsteps sliced through the atmosphere. Her heart slammed against her ribs as a guitar joined the ensemble and from the sound, it seemed like something out of the 70's. With each step the person took, fear dug deeper into her bones. Her lips trembled as she tried to escape even faster. A flurry of whispers joined the guitar and by now, she was thrashing about. As she was trying to get out of the knots that bound her, her body stilled at the sound of the person's voice that started to sing. "Breathe, breathe in air" the deep voice sang and her heart raced like never before. The gravelly voice caused her hands to get clammy and tremble. "Don't be afraid to care" the man continued and she knew that he was getting closer. "Leave but don't leave me" the man softly sang, and her body shook with silent sobs. She knew the man was standing in front of her, and she could feel his putrid breath skating across her skin. He touched her face, and his fingers were like death itself. "You race towards an early grave" he whispered and as she screamed, all she could hear was his dark chuckling.