Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto. In any shape nor form.
Claimer: Kate is an original character.
1:
This isn't where she wanted to be.
Cooped up in her upstairs closet, hidden among the assortment of dresses and tops.
I should have jumped,
Kate imagined the drop from her second story window. It's a long way down, but not high enough to be fatal.
At lest I'd have an escape route.
"Looks like she could have jumped." a deep voice said, the words sliding through the panels of the closet. Kate tried not to breath.
The silence that followed was deafening. Kate's heart raced, it felt as if it were going to break her ribs.
The door swung open, causing Kate to yelp in surprise. Her brown eyes bore into the crimson ones. The man was tall and had long black hair, which was really all that she could identify him by, seeing that a black robe practically covered him from nose to toe. With him was another man. But this guy was different. His mouth was curled into a sneer, making it seem like he was enjoying this. The hunt that is. His blue hue was unnatural to Kate, but really it was the gills and the huge sword that really freaked her out.
Thinking on her feet, Kate bolted, thinking that maybe she could plow through the men standing before her, buying her time to find another hiding place. That idea was short lived as the red eyed man blocked her path with a breath taking punch to the gut, causing Kate to crumble to the ground winded from the blow.
" Looks like we have a feisty one." She could hear the gilled man comment to the other.
The red eyed one had enough of this hunt, and moved to hit a pressure point on the girls neck, knocking her out for easy transportation.
I'll show you feisty.
Grabbing his arm, to stop him from touching her further, she swung her leg out, aiming for the ribs. The man simply grabbed hold of her ankle, and swung her like a rag doll against the opposing wall. Kate hit the wall hard, snapping her head off the wood paneling. She could feel the skin split, the warm blood mingling with her brown hair.
"Not overly smart though" she could hear the rough voice of the blue one say.
One hand on the back of her head, applying pressure to try and slow the pounding sensation, she looked up. The shorter of the two sauntered over, crouching down, to become almost eye level.
"Are you done?" he asked, the words sounding like velvet being poured out of his mouth.
"Go to hell." Kate spat before a sharp pain dug into her neck, and her vision faded to black.
2:
"We have to keep moving." A cool voice commanded, irritability clearly present in the tone of voice.
"We have to rest. We've been on the run all night. Our chakra is severely depleted, and not to mention we have that to look after as well." The rough voice replied, much closer to Kate's semi conscious form.
Kate's head pounded, it felt as though it were to split in two from the built up pressure in her skull, and the memories of her abduction came flooding back.
3:
She had been out drinking with a few friends, getting wild, for it was her 19th birthday. The shot riddled night came to an end when her bestie lost her dinner in the club bathroom. Kate remembered getting home, cleaning her self up and crawling into bed. It wasn't long before she heard a rustle down stairs.
Slowing lifting her self from the bed, placing her feet slowly on the floor, and sliding the covers off to reveal her tank and red pj shorts. Crouching low and grabbing the baseball bat from under the bed, Kate went in pursuit of the intruder.
Kate was at the top of the stairs when a voice quietly whispered, "She must be upstairs." Kate's breathing hitched, casting her eyes down, reasons began to occupy all corners of her brain.
After a few seconds, Kate caught her self and looked up. Her heart jumped to her throat. At the foot of the stairs stood two men, clad in black robes with red clouds. Kate squeaked, and threw the bat as hard as she could and the strangers and bolted up the stairs.
Running in to her bedroom, she paused for half a second, debating with her self on what to do next. Do I jump? Or Hide? Thinking that the fall would incapacitate her too much she opted for option two and buried her self in the closet. She listened as the footsteps drew closer.
I should have jumped.