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hey people I am back and the real chapter of the story should be coming real soon. Shadow Haunt
The heart of ice
The room, if such a dismal excuse of four walls could be called that, was at a terrifyingly arctic temperature that reeked of blood, death, and despair. The interrogation room in the lowest levels of the T&I department was a haunted place, filled with the final wails of pain of its former unfortunate residents. Lying motionless in one of back corners was a malnourished girl with shimmering white hair that clung miserably to her sickly pale skin and pure silver eyes. The only thing that ruined the portrayal of a celestial angel was the blood red pentagram scar that went through her right eye. Her body; riddled with cuts, scars, and burn skin. Her pale skin; stained with blood, turning it in to a deep, fiery pattern of crimson. Her left arm was a pure molten black with its gluttonous reaches ending with a wired sun like pattern that finished where her tortured heart resided. Her silver eyes, dull with immeasurable pain completed the image of a tired and weary soul.
After an undetermined amount of time the girl in the corner twitched, her head bent in submission turning slowly to the left. The silence had come to an end with the rusted m*** of the cell door and the arrival of a tall, rugged man. His scarred face came into view, projecting an air of seriousness and a confusing hint of excitement. His dark, soulless black eyes stared at the bloody being that was chained to the wall and ground.
"Won't you tell us why you are here? Who sent you?" he growled out, his voice containing a deep, rough timbre.
The chains rattled as the prisoner finally lifted her head. The bloodied girl just looked at him through pained, cloudy eyes that portrayed her thoughts as clearly as if she had spoken. I will tell you nothing.
She shifted slightly to get a better view of her interrogator, the rattling of chains punctuating her movement. The man's knowledge of her being a soldier was further solidified in the way she held herself in a prideful, predatory stance, along with the fact the her medical file displayed old wounds only a jaded warrior could have.
The man sighed wearily. At first they thought that they could break this small unassuming figure that the ANBU had brought in 5 months ago from the edges of the village, wounded and unconscious. But she had surprised them over and over again as no matter what they did could, nothing could crack the mystery that was the small angel. They had even called in Yamanaka Inoichi, one of their best, to see if he could get the information from her mind. That did not go as planned as Inoichi was sent to the hospital due to surprising injuries, his experience of encountering a man with dark gray skin in her mind having caused them.
The other options left to them were emotional and physical pain. Anko readily and somewhat gleefully supplied the physical pain while himself, Morino Ibiki, dished out psychological pain as much as he could without killing her. The man soon realized that the stubborn girl had gotten the respect of the entire I&T department, a feat that was very hard to achieve. While they were a bunch bloodthirsty maniacs that enjoyed the pain of others they were still human under all the insanity.
One day Anko had come in very excited, a spring in her step that had sent the rookies scrambling away in terror. She had perfected some new techniques she had been creating since the arrival of the child and couldn't wait to try them to see if they would finally crack the girl with the surprising amount of pain tolerance. But even then, with the experimentation over and a very frustrated and determined Anko storming out of cell 6, she refused to talk. Some of the other interrogators had thought that the angel couldn't talk at all, but their thoughts were soon dashed as her screams echoed around the T&I department.
Glancing again at the feeble girl laying on the wall as the change she went through was the most startling transformation that had happened in there loving care .The angel's hair had turned from a mop of stark white to a beautiful head of scarlet and ivory. It was not a disgusting shade of pink but rather a soft blend of the two contrasting colors. It was also shocking to see deep etchings of crosses stretching over her pale forehead. The crosses looked like they were painted with a smoky blue to a deep grey color.