Just a short drabble I wrote not too long ago. The main character is an OC of mine from a forum where there's a war between Kiri and Konoha. I also felt bad because I'm not updating . Spring Break starts next week, so I'm hoping to finish the next chapter of NimH and have it up soon, so just hold tight for a little bit. Well, enjoy!
Sweat beaded on my forehead, my blood, laced with adrenaline, pulsed through my veins, pushed by my pounding heart. My hands were red and swollen and fresh blood gathered in new cuts. I knew they were still here. I could feel it. I felt like screaming, yelling at them to show their sorry faces. I hoped they had fled, but couldn't be sure. This was my fight and, no matter how I hoped, I was going after them, not letting them get away again.
I wiped the back of a hand across my brow, the salt-water stinging my open wounds. I ducked as I sensed a kunai coming for me, only to have a shuriken dig its way into the back of my shoulder. Pain shot through my arm and up my neck. Groping for the weapon, I yanked it out and threw it to the ground, running a finger over the new wound. Part of me wanted to break down into tears, to give up, but my nature felt differently.
I had to fight to the death. This was war and I had to defend my home. I had to defend my life, my people, my addiction. I had to protect the life I had known. It was essential. I had made my mind up long ago. I knew it might come to this. I had told myself that I would fight for my right, I would fight for a future. I was more determined than I had ever known in my life. In a short few days, I had gained more determination to live and fight than I had ever had in my sixteen years put together.
I had a future with someone I was sure I loved. A future that may provide a family for once. A future I was unwilling to lose. These thoughts and feelings simply fueled my fire, my will to survive and hang tight to my future. I clenched my fists through the pain and locked my shoulders in place as I fluidly slid into my fighting stance. I was ready now more than ever before. I was ready to kill to protect, a blood-thirsty new view for myself. My days of mindless play were over. The fragments of my past slipped to the back of mind, to be forgotten. It was the past and that mattered no more. The only time that mattered was now.
"Come out and face me like men or are your Kiri asses too afraid?" I cried into the night.