Well, this is my second attempt at fanfiction, first one was Mass Effect one called 'Project Omega; but as you might realize, I sucked at it. I have no idea why am I writing it, it's just a way to express myself, so I suppose.
So, without further ado…. Enjoy my story?
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It was a dark and stormy night, scratch that.
It was a dark and clear night… nope.
It was a night…. Nope.
It was an average day with few passing clouds in the sky (yeah that's how it went I finally remember), all in all it was an average day, if not for a singular specific thing that happened to me.
I was killed, 'but eeeh? You're telling us this story and you're alive!' you might say, it's a half truth
I'm not dead, nor alive.
I am undead, yeah I'm a zombie that's slowly rotting, I mean look at me! You can see my bones on my limbs right now! But yeah, then I had no signs of it at all, I didn't even knew that I died.
I just woke up in the middle of some odd place, I wasn't sure at that time but it seemed that I was transported to narutoverse.
As a zombie.
Immortal.
Where there's a pedophile with the name of Orochimaru that seeks immortality, not a good thing.
Anyways, first hint that I got that I was in narutoverse was simple. There was a mob beating a kid and dousing him with something, I'm pretty sure it was gasoline, or something equally as flammable.
So I did what every fan fiction character would do, I just had to try and save the poor kid.
What happened next, is as people say, history.
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God damn it, first I wake up somewhere (In narutoverse, where else? Just my luck!), then I see a mob of fucked up people trying to burn a kid alive, so I just went with my instinct and started rushing them.
It seems that I didn't notice my limp, as they just saw me and started laughing, either I was limping or looked really funny, or both. I think both.
They just look at me and laugh, so I got angry, as every normal person would (I hope), and rushed him, or more like pounced and pushed my hand into his windpipe as we collapsed, surprisingly my hand went through it like through butter.
After few seconds I realized what I did, I just basically killed a mad by destroying their whole neck like it was made out of butter, I stood up, my bloody hand dangling next to me and I looked at the rest of the mob.
They were looking at me like at some kinda crazy monster, I felt like that and I started cackling like mad, it worked, they left.
Few long seconds passed and I regained composure of myself and looked at the kid, he was cowering,
I walked to him and crouched, looking into his blue eyes and said "Stand up and fight for yourself, for I won't be there to help you every time you put yourself in deep shit." I had no idea why I said that, nor was I ready for his reaction.
He pounced at me and started hugging me senseless, I felt dirty, like a pedophile, It was wrong in every aspect of it.
Add to it that every sniff I felt my body quiver with arousal, the smell of blood was overwhelming me.
I'm glad that dead, or undead, people can't get boners, I really am.
After few quick whiles an ANBU with a platypus mask appeared, I was him and started cackling… then promptly fainted from, something that I didn't know then, nor do I know now.
Blood on the walls, blood on the floor. Corpses of countless people around me, and with my every move, they rise and abide by my command.
I am the ruler of the dead, I am The Death incarnate.
I start cackling like mad and then something appears before me.
It looks like a demon, like that typical Shinigami from Japanese mangas
It rushes at me and then blackness, nothing for whole long five minutes.
And then I-
-wake up.
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So, this is just a quick Teaser, or a Prologue. Summthing I came up with on the fly, tell me please. Is it good or bad? Should I continue or just recede to the corner of my room and grovel?
Rate and Review, because Reviews are love.
Peace out.
