"You will live…" the knife was pressed deeper into the skin of the newborn child, - a skin still red and wrinkly with a fragility of the outer layer of onion skin- and nearly torn the cheek into a gaping hole.
"..and be the proof…" a second line was added after the first, the knife gliding smoothly like a glide of hot knife on a butter; drawing blood into the innocent face. And then came the third,
"that Uzumakis were once here. Uzumakis…" tears were falling feely down the assaulter's face, as her trembling knife-holding hand moved from the right side, to the left side of the baby's face, and began cutting anew, her other hand supported the screaming baby's head in the crook of her elbow, holding the baby close to her chest, like a mother would do.
"Uzumakis…" more blood was pouring out of now hysterics and thrashing child's face, and she tried to coo him into obedience; the smell of blood originated from beneath herself, - making a small red pool around her as she sat on the cold hard floor, bare from the hip down as her gown was lifted and a trail of placenta was seen coming from inside of her and was cut from the babe-, and the smell of blood staining the inside of her left elbow was deemed to be beneath her notice. "…Uzumakis will be rediscovered," a fifth line was drawn,"…will be known," and a final line.
"Will be heard."
Releasing the operating knife without care, she crawled to the nearby operating table with the difficulty of a mother with a post-childbirth, and a screeching child held closely to herself. Several times after nearly fell on her face by slipping on the blood, she reached her destination and gently lowered the screaming and thrashing baby on it, shushing and cooing all the way. Wiping her hand gently on one bleeding cheek, she began to sing a lullaby.
A few moments passed, the baby cried himself to sleep, body heating up as fever tried to take over. The assaulting woman lied cold on the floor, unmoving, surrounded by her own blood pooled beneath her feet.
A shout for her name was heard from not far away; -before the door to the operation room was broke open, a young man's voice was heard desperately screaming her name and begging please...! ...'shina, Answer me! Don't you dare do anything stupid. I'm not going to let you waste away after everything you've done! Answer me! Dammi...! -and a man in a grey uniform came rushing in after the police forces.
One look at the scene, he paled and his feet gave away.
Vomiting the content of his stomach and heaving the woman's name harshly between the looks alternating from the figure on the floor and the figure on the operating table, his body slowly gave out and the light in his eyes dimmed. He was late, -even though he was famously known as Yellow Flash for his reputation to quickly solved a case-, he was late to his own son birthing.
He was late.
And with a last look to the presumed dead baby; he took his own pistol and shot himself off before anyone had any say in anything.