Introduction
In the deep valleys in a mysterious village lived a young boy named Deidara; he was cheerful lad. One afternoon after him and his mother had sat down for lunch; his mother had called him to the kitchen, as she needed a favour. "Deidara sweetheart, will you go find your father? He didn't return from lake and I'm starting to get worried "
"Yes mother." Deidara ran down as fast as he could to the lake when he saw a man sitting on a chair. Deidara knew it was his father a mile away. He ran shouting "Father, father, father" there was no reply eventually he got to his father. He had his head in his hands. Deidara slowly pulled his fathers head up; the only thing going though his mind: Was he ok? Was he asleep? Was he playing a sick joke? But this was no sick joke. Once Deidara lifted his father head, he realised that his father had been murdered. The sight was dreadful: His face had been blown off literally. It was covered in blood like something out of a horror movie. Deidara had tears running down his face then he realised he had to go tell his mother. He ran as fast as he could to his house, but when he made it he saw his mother dead on the kitchen table. There was a note on the table; he read it twice to make sure his eyes weren't playing ticks on him. The note read:
You thought you could play games with me! Well think again. Now I have you where I want you and before I forget if your son finds this note let him know he's next. That's if you aren't too late. Have a nice sleep.
Deidara still couldn't believe what he was reading, he was opening and shutting eyes to make sure it wasn't a dream but it wasn't. This was real, this was so much for an 8-year-old boy to take in; he knew he would have to run away from his mother and father; his home and even his freedom. He ran to his room grabbed his things quickly in case the attackers came back. As he walked out of the door he said one last good bye to his mother. When he got to the lake, his father's body was gone… Deidara ran till he was out of the village and jumped on train, where all the cargo was and waited to see where the train would take him. He laid his bag down and rested his head on it, trying to get some sleep. It wasn't easy as every time he closed his eyes all he could see were his parents. On every bump he thought the attackers were there. To sleep he sang a song his mother had taught him every time he couldn't sleep. He then eventually fell asleep.