-yawn- Omg, I'm so tired ToT

Its like, 2:21 in the morning... why am I up this late? -head falls on desk-

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't profit, don't sue… please? ;)

August 5, 1942

Pant, pant, pant.

His breaths came out in pants as the man ran in front of him. His keen eyes showed him everything in the dark. The fear on the man's face as he fearfully looked over his shoulder. The frantic movement of his legs, and the crisp tapping of his preys shoes against the hardwood floor; trying to get away, trying to flee and utterly failing to do so.

Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump.

His ears caught everything. The rapid thumping of the man's heart beat and the blood that pumped through his veins. More desperate panting, he could practically hear the man's fatigue in his breath. His prey wouldn't be able to run for very long.

Screams. Oh so delicious screaming.

His prey had tripped on the carpet and started uselessly scrambling away. He could've easily caught the man before then, but that would take all the fun out of it. As he closed in, the man started screaming, begging and whispering, 'Please, let me go…', 'Why are you doing this?!' and then when he got close enough, he heard the man gasped and breath, 'Dear god, what are you?'

He allowed himself to smirk before answering, "Something that exists in your nightmare. And sadly, you won't be waking up from this one."

All that could be heard now was screaming. Painful, agonizing, long and tormented screaming.

After slowly twisting and pulling off the man's arm from his socket, he gently, almost caressed the sweaty neck. And slowly squeezed; watching the painfulness, the terror and alarm in his prey's brown eyes.

He was fascinated at how strong his own hand was. Compared to the man's neck, it was like squeezing a stick of butter, and he found more hot blood covering his arm as the man's head fell from his shoulders.

His fun was over, and now it was time to eat.

Then, the door to his left busted open, and a heavy built man stood in its doorway. The full moon's silhouetted his body, and he could smell the horror and sorrow radiating off of him.

Who was this guy? How dare he interrupt him in the middle of his meal!

He watched the other man take a shuddering breath before speaking, "N-Naruto? What have you done?"

Suddenly his whole body started aching with tremendous pressure and he became aware of what was around him.

All the blood around him. All over him. The head that was in front of him, the face frozen in its last horrific moments in life. The dismembered arm still was in his left hand with a familiar bracelet around its wrist; still oozing warm blood.

The limb fell loosely from his small hand and he screamed.

"Ji-Ji…rai-ya." he found he couldn't speak properly. The older man was still standing in the doorway and hadn't made any move to come to him or run away.

That night, ten year old Uzumaki Naruto had killed a family of five.

And enjoyed it.

-looks at text above- Wow.

Ok, so the other day, I was talking to my friends again. She was kinda hogging the bed while I was on the computer; she had asked me if I had anymore ideas for fanfiction.

Now I have 2 other fics in pending right now, I still need to develop them further.

Anyways, I was thinking for a small moment and then it hit me! I asked my friend, Elena if she had ever seen a werewolf fic and she gasped and said, "I don't think so...-gasp- Are you gonna-?"

I smiled and said, "Bingo!"

Cause personally I do favor werewolves over vampires... and I thought it would be neat to do a fic about it -smile-

Anyways, this is just a prologue! And please keep not of the date at the top!!

And lately... -drops to knees-

PLEASE REVIEW!