Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine, nor is anything related to Naruto.
Prologue: A Glimpse of the Future
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Don't freak out…Don't freak out…
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Breathe in…Out…
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I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die.
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Pull yourself together, man! You can get out of this. You can get out of this.
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It won't be hard, right? I just have to get out of the cuffs, pick the lock, get passed the guards, get over the fence, try not to get shot and hope that I make it to Headquarters without getting myself killed. See, that won't be hard, right?
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Shit.
He struggled against the cuffs around his wrists, ignoring the pain as they tore at his tender skin. He eyed the clock to the right of the doorway. Ten minuets had gone by since they left and had another twenty before they returned.
They had given him thirty minuets to decide to talk before the torture set in.
Biting his lip, he grabbed his right thumb with his left hand and pulled, his muffled scream bitten back. With his thumb disjointed he slipped his hand through the cuff with little difficulty. Pulling his right hand though the bars with the cuffs still attached, he popped his thumb back into place. He wiggled it about a bit.
"Good." He whispered, opting to keep the handcuff on his left wrist on, it would only waste his precious moments.
He wiped the blood off his face, frowning as his whole hand came back red. Absently he cleaned it on his trousers. Standing up he stretched sore muscles and was about to reach for the hidden lockpick he kept in his boot when he heard the jingle of keys and heavy footsteps making their way down the hallway.
Cursing his luck, he hid behind the door. The footsteps stopped outside the only entrance to the room.
"What key, what key…Hmmm…"
He barely heard the muttering of the man and the slide of the key going into the lock. With a soft click and a creak the door opened. Pressing himself closer to the wall he watched as the door got closer to him and prayed to whatever gods there were that it didn't hit him and alert they man to his presence.
"Well, well, Mr. U—" The man started but stopped as he caught sight of the empty chair. "Gua—!!"
He moved quickly, shutting the door and wrapping the metal chain of the handcuffs around the other's neck. The man dropped the keys to the floor and started to claw at his neck, trying in vain to pull the chain away from his skin. Slowly the gurgling sounds stopped and the man's eyes closed.
With little grace he dropped the body to the floor, hoping that nobody heard the man's half attempt to scream for the guards. Picking up the keys and the dagger he saw protruding from the man's boot, he slowly opened the door. Making sure that way was clear, he clung to the shadows and made his way down the seemingly deserted corridor.
"It seems, Master, that the boy has escaped," a calm but slightly frightened voice said as he bowed low. He flinched as his Master threw his glass of wine at the wall beside him. "Kimimaro is dead, Master, strangled." Silence reigned over the room and the air became thick with anger.
"Find the boy and kill him."
He was climbing his way out a window on the second floor of the compound when the sirens went off and the yells of the guards echoed across the large lawn that he still had to cross.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…SHIT!
Dropping to the ground and rolling to his feet, he crouched down and crept close to the walls, cursing mentally as he watched seemingly hundreds of armed men swarm the building.
There was no way he could fight them all.
Then he saw it. An opening. A huge two hundred yard gap between the chain-linked fence and the men. He could make it, right?
Right?
And so he ran.
End Prologue: A Glimpse of the Future