The night wind felt cool on my face as I lay panting on the damp grass. I hadn't even done anything to trigger it, it was just suddenly there. Even as I thought this I knew deep inside that it was not the case. It was him. Calling to me, trying to take what little sanity I had left until I was nothing but an empty shell, a carcass. And that was exactly what he wanted.
Gritting my teeth, I drove my fingernails into the soft earth beneath me. Another explosion of pain stretched from the back of my neck, down my spine, and tingled in the tips of my fingers and toes. The symbol on my back burned into me, carving into my flesh, where it re-healed it's self almost immediately, a small stretch of skin covering it, leaving only the black pigment and a circular scar.
He had given it to me, it's suffocating poison passing through my veins ever so slowly, continuously, until it swallowed me whole. Shakily, I tried to push my self up at least to my knees. Looking down at my hands I saw that the terrible parasite had already consumed my entire body. Finally, now, I could rest.
Sinking back onto my heels I gazed upward at the sickle moon. Though not much of the silvery white orb was visible, it still cast an eerie glow about the entire world. It was so small, yet so powerful, almost like someone I knew. Subconsciously I began to spin my finger in the dirt, creating mountains and valleys in the earth. I caught the breath in my chest when I glanced down at what I had done. I had drawn the Konoha symbol, without realizing it.
A wave of emotion overcame me and I almost cried, thinking of all I had given up. And for what? So this sick bastard could use me as a puppet, a mindless wooden toy with the hope to become real and perhaps achieve it's greatest desires? So that maybe I could become strong, strong enough even to kill that whom made my life miserable, and in turn everyone around me?
But that isn't true, I thought. I did bring happiness at one point into people's lives. I had made friends. At first it wasn't intentional, they're enthusiasm had rubbed off onto me. But after a long while it had become my own, and I was too stubborn to realize it. I had it stuck in my mind that I hated the world and it hated me, revenge was the only way I was ever going to be able to sleep restfully. And even then, I slept all through the night, even with a smile on my face some nights; I didn't realize that I was happy.
Silently I stood. I had made up my mind. It wasn't too far off, it would take me maybe a couple hours. I had to end this, now or never. I had to see it with my own eyes. I made my bearings and set off on my way.
