So, I edited this a little...not much...but a little. Changed her name though...I just wasn't feeling it.
Summary: It's been quite a long time since Syra last saw her family. Now in the hands of a grubby slave master named Anar she wishes she could escape. But, it doesn't help that she isn't exactly right in the head. With a mental ilness and being an albino Uchiha that can't control fire like her brothers where can she go? Especially when a child's play song that had been wisted into morbid words echos through her mind all the time. Itachi hasn't seen his sister in such a long time, but what happens when he get sowrd of where the 'phycopath little girl' was? Well...read to find out!
Circle you, circle me, circle who?
"Tsuki...when will we get out of here?"
"I don't know, but I hope it's soon."
"Don't worry guys, we'll get sold soon..."
Voices echoed throughout a damp cell in the house of an old man by the name of Anar. The cell was cold and smelled of death and decay. An annoying little stream of water dripped down one wall, invisible to the normal human eye. The voices carried on talking to each other in the darkness until a clanging could be heard from above. Suddenly a door opened and light streamed into the gloomy cells, illuminating rusted bars that kept people in captivity. A shriek was heard, then rustling and clanking as the inhabitant of one particular cell tried to get away from the light, their shackles dragging behind them.
A large figure walked down the isle towards this cell. He was a tall man, with a large and unshaven chin. His eyes were sunken deep into his head and when he gave the occupant of the cell a sick smile black holes showed where teeth used to be. In one hand was a ring of keys which he flicked through with large fingers. In the other hand was a coiled rope, covered in tar with pieces of glass sticking out at the end. It looked like a snake ready to strike.
Finally the man found the right key and stuck it into the key hole of the cage-like-bars. When he opened them they clanged loudly against the wall. He reached over to a lamp and light it quickly. A soft but some what cold light shone into the cell. It cast deathly shadows against the walls. "Come on out you little psychopath. I know your in here." he said in a voice that was rough and ragged, but held a tone of sweet poison.
Chains rattled in a corner and the man quickly swept the light over to illuminate the shadows. The form of a slumped over figure reached his eyes and he smirked. Voices suddenly reached his ears and he grimaced, this one always was the trouble-maker.
"Tsuki, I'm scared..."
"I know Bubbly...but we can get through this. We made it through last time didn't we?"
Then non-legible words floated up to him and he scowled. The man tucked the keys in his pocket and then grabbed the tarred rope. He held it by its handle and let it unravel itself. It was about 7 feet long and it looked menacing. When the tip of it brushed the floor the voices stopped.
"Now, you are going to come over her like a good little girl and get what's coming for ya." His voice traveled to the shadow and it visibly cringed. He growled when it didn't make a move out of the position it was in."fine then, more pain for you." He stated. He brought the hand that held the long whip over his head and brought it down with force. A large crack was heard, making all the other inhabitants of the cells wince and flinch in pain as the whip broke the sound barrier on the young girl. Her screams echoed through the hallway, sending shivers up and down every one of the other occupants spines.
Again, and again, and again the whip cracked against the young shadows body, tearing at her flesh on her face, and arms. Then it stopped abruptly. The man holding the whip smirked, he had finally won. The person in the corner of the cell was getting up, more like stumbling up. She swayed slightly as she let go of the wall, then she stepped out of the shadows, revealing a young girl, no older then 17. She had a very slim figure, and all she wore was a ripped up stained white dress. Long rips ran up and down the arms and tares along her torso showed that all of her ribs were showing. She had very pale, almost translucent skin, also adorned with tares in the flesh. Her snow white hair covered her eyes, hiding the color. If maybe she could've washed it, it would've been beautiful. Now though, it was blood matted, though still in it's normal fashion with the chicken tail fathered look in the back, and two small beads holding two large, dirty feathers with blood read tip.
"So, you finally decided to come out of hiding?" The man jeered at her, she made no movements. He spat at her feet then smirked. "Come on girl, it's time for you to work." He walked up to her, grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the cell. The chains dragging behind her sounded like bones clanking together. She lifted her head up slightly, the light reflecting on her eyes. They were a deep blood-red with three little comas-like marks circling around her pupils. Adding to the noise of the chains behind as the man tied her to a poll that still had blood caked on it from it's last victim, was the sound of her dog collar around her neck with spikes digging into her neck, and a silver chain adorned with a red and white fan clanking together.
The rest of that night, the whip was brought down repeatedly on the young slaves back. She hoped and prayed, that maybe soon her older brother would come find her.