The overpowering scent of ash clouded my nose, blocking my sense from knowing anything else like a large, rusted gate in front of an aged mansion. What was happening? Gunshots were fired through the air like rain in autumn, soaking everyone in a thick, crimson liquid.
It was them. It had to be them. The rebels, the terrorists, the gang of thugs. No, they were The Saviours. They were rescuing us in our time of need, sparing us from a life of being brainwashed. They delivered us salvation, gave us freedom, granted us protection. They wove us through their web, planning out everything; waiting for the smallest slip up, and being ready to pounce like the hungry predators they were. All whilst wearing a smile, encouraging us to trust them, to put our wavering faith and lives in their hands.
They didn't deserve it.
They lied to us.
Bang!
Blinding pain rooted itself deep within the left side of my abdomen, throwing my organs in a disarray. They fooled us. They fooled me. Well, who was I? A secret genius engineer that created half of their weaponry. Oh yes, how moronic was I? I was foolish enough to believe in their favouritism towards my unit. The unit where my 'supervisor' dreamt up the amazing, destructive and ingenious apparatus that -most likely- had killed many people.
When I thought back I knew this would happen eventually. The higher ups were too paranoid and flimsy, they were always suspicious- watching their backs like something was about to jump out at them. I guess it was sound thinking on their part; destroy something before it has the chance to deceive you. As sound as it will get, at least in a power obsessed lunatics mind.
Bang!
I scrunched my face up and let loose a croaking chuckle. Huh, the entire unit, fifty-three people, being wiped out because of my creations. It wasn't like any of us had families. Nobody would miss them, it was the sad truth. We were forbidden from having a family, a partner, a child, hell, we were all orphans at one point in our lives. It was the reason we made up this unit, unit number 654, we were what society would call anti- social and recluse. We were like the neighbour from down the road that nobody knew, and our house was the one children stayed away from because the hedges were in need of a good trimming- it made the house look creepy, or so I've been told.
Number 008, that was what I was known as, it was my name. I had been called that for so long I had forgotten my real name. It symbolised that I was the eighth person the join this unit.
Bang!
As I slowly felt my life source draining from my body, I recalled the irony of being wiped out by my own creations, is this some twisted for of Karma? If it is the, I guess I deserve it. Let them kill me as they have with countless others, I was only one life. It's not like it would really matter.
Dark circles began to cloud my vision and I let the reality settle in. I was going to die. And there was nothing I could do to help myself.
Recalling back to my childhood I remembered when dying would have been a scary concept, something I wouldn't have dwelled on if I had the chance. But back then I had a family, a life and there was peace. But now I am alone, a workaholic and we are separated in war. Oh the naivety of childhood, how I miss thee.
Bang!
No use trying to fight a losing battle, I gave out and my life slowly drained from my body. My eyes staying open- eternally observing the pitiful image that is my world, get encompassed with burning flames.
I would meet them in hell, I thought. There was no way I'm going to heaven. Let's hope it will be soon.
Unseen by her, the fates made a plan, a plan that would affect Number 008, she might just have to postpone that meeting for a while.
Hello, this is Kuro speaking and this is my first fanfiction.
You are welcome to flame, do anything you want.
This is really just an experiment so if you think I should or should not continue with this story please include that in a comment.
If I continue this story it will be an OC character in the Naruto- verse.
I also promise that if continue with it, the chapters will be a lot longer than this.
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