Disclaimer; I don't own Naruto


She didn't know what she had done to deserve this, why it was her chosen to face the horrors of a nightmare come to life. The girl ran like the cornered animal she was. The flashing strobe lights and loud hardcore scream-o music drowning out her terrified screams, as well as the constant shaking of the wired fence from the people who made hell a reality.

Their maniacal laughter's joined in the chores of other growls and snarls. She could see the caged passageway becoming narrow, but ahead were more hands and arms through the fence, ready to yank, claw, and tear at her already bleeding beaten body with her clothes barely hanging on. But it was either that, or back to absolute death.

Sakura had no choice but to continue forward. Her mind in a blind panic mode of survival. The women felt a small flicker of hope as she felt the hands skim her body but never manage to grab hold. Coming towards the end she could see a new one-way hall of escape— Suddenly her head was yanked back and an shriek tore through her lips. Her scalp felt on fire with its stinging pain. The man gripping her by her rose pink locks let out a gruff laugh of amusement. Then she felt the hands of others behind her run across her body. Again they pulled at her torn clothes, their fingers digging into her flesh with a bleeding grip. Sakura screamed again, before she felt the man stick his nasty fingers in her mouth as another form of a lock. She could taste the iron, salty sweat, and other unknown flavors that made her gag and want to throw up. With his other hand now trailing around her neck and no longer in her hair, the girl bit down hard on his bony fingers. The man howled in pain yanking himself free from her hard teeth. That was all she need, Sakura ran, pushing herself from their grasps. The move was quick, with more strength and speed than anticipated. The pink-haired women hit a wall, stumbling but didn't fall and bolted for the exit making a sharp left turn in the process.

Sakura went from a hall of hard rock screaming music with metal fences to a labyrinth of walls doors and other paths. Her legs burned and lungs screamed for the right amount of air; hard to catch with strangled sobs. She needed a place to hide, the others weren't too far behind, it needed to be quick. The women's wild eyes searched franticly for a seemingly decent door, but when she heard the howls of Others, made a sharp turn into a door yanking it open and throwing herself inside, letting the door slam shut on its own. Sakura gasped for air, her body trembled with fear as she slid back into a corner. The room was dark with a locker five feet to her left. The girl gripped her hair, it was all too much, she couldn't take it. This house! this place! whatever it was! Was driving her insane. Unknowingly she began to rock herself back and forth, shutting her eyes and stuffing her face between her knees. Sakura could feel the gross stickiness of her body but she didn't care. The adrenalin that was once pumping through her veins slowly beginning to die off, but she didn't care. Could almost hear the Others coming, but didn't care.

"Please…" Came a weak plea, she just wanted it to be over. She wanted to leave this house of horrors whether it be by surviving or death, she didn't care. "Please…" was another whimper. End this, set her free. Another sob racked through her body as she felt the will to live slowly fade. She was their little lamb; they the wolves. And she couldn't take it any longer. If they busted inside, she would resign to her fate, let the rabid wolves eat her whole to end the suffering. It was all she wanted. But why was it that god hated her so much, that even in the last moments before her demise he couldn't even offer her one moment of peace.

"Are you alone?" Came a voice from the dark.


(The start)

It was any regular night, Sakura had just gotten done with another late shift at the hospital. As she closed and locked the front door behind her the women dropped her bags on the floor lazily kicking off her shoes. Tonight was tiring, but now she could go straight to bed. The pinkette slowly climbed the stairs to her room as she stripped her clothes. She lived alone so she was free to do as she pleased. After having also locked that door; a new habit due to Naruto's rude awakenings, she headed towards her closet. Once there Sakura dispensed her just used clothes in the hamper, she made her way to the drawers for a pair of short black biker shorts and a red T-shirt with a ringed white circle on the back. After that the women was ready to sleep like the dead, before Sakura could take off her bra she heard a knock on the door. Her neighborhood had a problem with ding-dong ditchers. So growling she chose to ignore them, besides it was one in the freakin morning.

Suddenly she froze, the knock had sounded again making her blood run cold. She was mistaken, the sound wasn't from her front door, but from right outside her bed room. Panic set in, someone was in her house, in order not to cry out Sakura covered her mouth with a hand.

The intruder knocked again before stopping, she could practically hear their breathing through the door.

"We enjoyed the show," Came a deep raspy voice. The women's heart stopped in fear, they were more of them, they had watched her. A loud bang had forced her out of her state of shock; they were trying to break in, this was real and she needed to run. But how? Where could she go? Running seemed to be the only option, but there was nowhere to run. Hiding? That would only buy her time, but time for what? Would they kill her? Rob her? She had no idea, but she had to escape. The pinkette ran to the window, but by then a couple gun shots could be heard and the door breaking open. She screamed her heart just about ready do give out. The men could be heard laughing as they ran inside. Sakura tried to escape out her window but the men were right behind her. One grabbed the back of her shirt and yanked her back his strength sending her tumbling to the ground. Her heart rate went up from fear, she was vulnerable on her back, an easy target and she knew it. Sakura screamed as the strangers were on her, her legs and arms kicking and flailing to hit anything, she could barely breathe, it all happened in a blur. The women could feel their suffocating grasps as they wrestled her into submission and then darkness.


This is suppose to be something of a Halloween thing, I know Halloween pasted and i'm posting it now but whatever, I've been in the spooky/scary mood lately and I wanted to write something of fears and horrors. This just kinda came to me and so we'll see how this goes.