Disclaimer: No, Naruto does not belong to me.
Haunting
Prologue:
She pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders as she walked briskly through the narrow hall. Her footsteps were light and silent, despite the speed of her walk. The only sound was a soft shuffling from either side of her and her cloak swishing against her feet.
Shadows danced around her as she passed, disturbed by the soft candlelight radiating from the wax stick in her small hand. But as soon as the light was far enough away, the shadows pooled in behind her once more.
"Please Miss…" a man whimpered to her right, causing her to pause. "Please… Let us out…" His hands clutched the bars of his cell desperately, his sunken eyes boring into her body pleadingly. His cell-mates whimpered behind him, echoing his plea, begging for some slight mercy.
She slowly turned to face him, the dim light flooding over the man's pale, dirty, unshaven face. He, like all the other prisoners looked horribly fatigued. He was terribly thin and his skin had an unhealthy grey tinge. His sunken eyes were framed from the marks of insomnia and the lack of light made his hair dull. His voice was soft and croaky, no doubt painful and his lips were chapped from the cold damp conditions of the dungeons.
At the sight of her face the man recoiled in horror, flinging himself away from the bars as though they had suddenly become scorching hot, burning him viciously. Strained cries and soft sobs echoed around the prisoners as they shuffled hurriedly away from her. The shadows would have swallowed them whole had it not been for the candlelight. They pressed themselves against the furthest wall, huddled together in fear.
She was more than used to this and silently turned and continued on her way, her expression unchanging. The darkness gladly swallowed the prisoners making their cries echo across the dungeons, making the intense black seem alive. But she wasn't afraid.
She just wondered solemnly, when they would learn that their cries are in vain.