Stop.
He walked down the sidewalk. It was dark and only the moon was lighting the way. He was a loner. He never wanted help. He always knew how to deal with things. But now, he was hopeless. His black, spiky hair glinted in the moon light and his shoes made no sound. He grabbed his backpack and headed out. It was his last mission. And he was going alone. He had to get something. He didn't know what, but he had to. So thus he walked, walked like he never felt like before. There was a rustle. He turned around. Panic. Don't panic. Panic. Don't panic. He ran. He ran like he never ran before. He had found him. He had found him.
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He woke up in a bed. It was slightly lumpy. But who could blame him? It was the only bed he had. He got up and walked out. A large orange lump dropped down from the sky and opened up. In the lump was a scroll. A scroll which was used for sending messages. Messages only were for major reasons. He opened it up. It was from them. He opened it up slowly. His orange hair shimmering in the sparkling light. His heart stopped. His heart crumbled. It was from them. They just figured out that he left. He went back into his apartment, put the scroll down, and ran to the edge of the city.
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He was in a dark place. No light. No air. Only darkness. He felt power. Power beyond imagination, but nothing else. No love. No pain. No anguish. Just power. He saw himself in the darkness. The weak one. The caring one. The one who let his family get killed. He lifted up his kunai. He plunged it into his heart. He saw blood. He saw anger. He saw his brother.
Stop. One more step. One more step you take. Don't you dare take that step. Don't go. Don't go.