I'm not quite myself these days. Guess we all come undone time to time in different ways, well. I have myself to blame. Guess I don't understand I need help in many ways.
- Screaming Bloody Murder, Sum 41
:: Prologue ::
The rain showered down from the bleak sky, drowning him in wet kisses. Breath coming out in a damp pant, he trudged through the thick mud with slight difficulty.
A sharp pain drilled his side, his skin marred by gashes and semi-dried blood.
The sight of him was grotesque. The few travelers he'd passed on his way gawked and cringed; some retaliated in fear.
Who could blame them? He was a broken shell of a man with crimson blood pooling in and seeping out of his devil eyes.
They spoke volumes; the scars he shamelessly bore.
His image was symbolic of the man he had been as well as the demon he had become. A tortured soul basking in self-inflicted grief and loneliness.
The devil might have praised him were he not such a pathetic sight.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.