Yo! It took me a while to update didn't it? I'm sorry, but I've been really busy. Not that you guys care... Anyway, this was a short story I did for a test and I liked it so I modified to fulfill my own needs. I'll update more on the holidays. (Which is in 4 more days-BOOYAH)
Disclaimer: I own nothing 'cept the horrible repetition of BLOOD.
Thanks to Linda who helped me name the story and the summary.
The city square stood silent. Cold, empty and devoid of life, no-one could be seen in its vicinity. Trees bathed in a lone light from the centre of the square casts an eerie shadow. Occasionally a gust of wind would make the branches dance and sing and the shadows would merge and create forbidden images. A wolf howled in the distance and a few more howled in return. Soon the howls were echoing throughout the empty city. The wolves gathered in the centre of the square next to a crystal clear lake. Each was carrying what seemed like body in their jaws. Blood was dripping onto the ground and into the lake, tinting it burgundy - the colour of blood. Old Blood.
Above the city, the sky shone dark blue as it tried to mimic the darkness of the city. No stars could be seen, though the only visible thing in the night sky was the full moon. It was slowly being smothered in all its shining glory by the dark clouds, only to shine as brightly as ever as the clouds passed by. The moon had a bloody tint in it as it reflected the crimson shade of the lake. The blood red moon.
There seemed to be a certain spot that the moon's light was focused on. It was a mansion that was on the far side of the deserted city square. The moonlit-red mansion stood out of the darkness like a zebra amidst a pride of lions. A scream echoed across the square and it seemed to becoming from the mansion. Upon the mansion door was an engraving of a fan. The silver handle was slick with something. In the moonlight it shone red. It was blood. Warm Blood. Another scream resonated through the square. A glimpse of a Sharingan eye and blood pooling on the ground underneath a limp pink-haired kunochi. Blood. Fresh Blood.
Mwahahahahaha
Try to expect a horribly written crack next week.