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"Get the Demon!" is heard from all around the nearby streets on the cool night. 'It's just like last time' a young blond boy thinks as the chants for the demon's blood ring through the crisp autumn air with the stars above being shielded from watching what could promise to be a very sad sight. The bewhiskered boy feels his blood begin to rush within his veins as he remembers how it happened the time before. He hides in the closest thing he can find an empty decrepit barrel which no one would ever look within. 'I'm safe.' The seven year old thinks as the wooden walls of his temporary fortress hold him within a warm embrace. 'Is this what it feels like?' the thought ends there as he realizes how pathetic that would be if a parent protecting their child was like the feeling he was receiving from being temporarily shielded by a hollow empty barrel. 'I wish I could know what it's like.' He thinks as his imagination slowly pulls him away from reality. 'How would my dad be?' a mental image of a man enters his mind with no real form to it. No detail could be defined at all. 'Maybe I had a mother…' he now attempts to picture a woman that could be a viable view of his mother coming with a complete blank again. He tries again over and over to see even figments of his imagination but fails completely. He doesn't notice the voices from earlier begin to once again come towards the area he is hiding. "Check everything the demon couldn't have gotten too far!" one yells which pulls the blue eyed boy out of his mental failure of creating a family. 'No I didn't hear them pass by earlier I thought I had more time to get out of here.' He looks around seeing the once warm protective barrel as his current prison before it once again starts. He hears the footsteps coming towards him which makes his heart begin to quicken. He smells the alcohol on the person's breath as they look within the barrel quickly forming a sadistic. "I found it!" the man shouts with glee which is a signal for the boy to get the hell out of there. Unfortunately for the boy the once safe area is now constricting him preventing his escape. 'No not now. Why do I have to be stuck now?' The boy thinks as he attempts to evade being caught with not even a hint of success before being thrown into a bag and dragged to a new location.
… It's been three days now and only one thought is currently passing through bewhiskered boy's mind… Pain, pure and simple pain. It has been about seventy two hours of pure torture for the boy he has been taunted and traumatized beyond the breaking point of even the best trained shonobi could stand. Although he doesn't even know it his furry prisoner has only aided to this torture by leaking small minute amounts of its chakra through the seal causing his pain receptors and chakra coils to undergo more stress and cause more unbearable pain within the boy. The boy was covered in his own blood from head to toe having the barely rags of his once clothes clinging onto him due to the multiple layers of dried blood he had bleed. The boy is hungry, thirsty and tired only being anywhere near living due to his healing rate which was even now beginning to fail due to him being dreadfully close to a chakra exhaustion related death. It was easy to say that the blue eyed boy was as close to death as physically possible without actually being dead. He was currently strapped to a literal wall of barbed wire with his arms and legs bound to ropes which were continuously being pulled one way or another by the current operator who just loved his job. The boy just couldn't watch anymore as he no longer had the strength to move or even truly think with his head curled into his chest. His voice was hoarse after the hours of strait screaming. He couldn't fall asleep or pass out for some reason even though he was dead tired.
The man decided to begin to verbally taunt it again just because it had been awhile and he needed something new to pass the time to as he had been here for a few hours now and the demons pleading for the pain to stop ended sometime yesterday morning. The former ninja who had been sending electrical impulses into the wires randomly throughout the days was currently resting so he could be ready for the finale and the end of the demon; but for now he was bored because that was still to be hours away when the leader of this crusade was finished at his job at the hospital as a civilian nurse. For now this man had an idea of taunting the demon by prancing on about how the original family of the boy it took over probably was because the demon still had to have some part of the boy within it.
The boy was for the last time underneath the moonless sky of the night with all of the stars once again hidden although he didn't know it. He could feel the freezing raindrops hitting his nearly bare skin as lightning coursed through the sky it angry roar muffling the sounds of the of his ending existence party from any who would stop it. He dangles from his makeshift jagged metal cross, which is being constantly heated and electrified, adding to his seemingly eternal agony which only seems to be a joyous occasion for the observers. The invited civilians watch as the red dyed streams of water coursed down the boy with a morbid sense of excitement as they wait of the imminent lightning strike to hit the cross to finally subdue the demon ending its reign of terror.
Their patience is finally rewarded as it seems to them the holy judgment of the divine existence strikes the cross ending the life of the young boy named Naruto Uzumaki the unsuspecting container for the Kyuubi.