This isn't the type of stories that I normally publish. This is the type of story that my friends (I also call them my editors) read when I'm at school.
So...yeah, I mean what else is there to say? Oh yeah, this is the watered down/edited version. So yeah enjoy.
I hope you don't get nightmares.
The woman was clearly shook. Two police investigators were trying to figure out what happened. They got a call of a mass murder that occurred not too long ago. They were told to ask this woman who was there what happened. "It happened so quickly. I-no one..they didn't know...how to react, it was sudden." She was rocking back and forth in fear and post trauma.
"Are you okay? Who did this?" The officers are trying to speak gently to the woman.
"No." She answered the first question. "A five year old boy did all of this."
The cops couldn't believe what she said. "Ma'am, there is no way that-"
"NO!!! You don't understand. Something was clearly wrong with that child. He killed his mother!! And her friends!!! Anyone who stood in his way was one by one slaughtered." She buries her face in her hands and sobs. "All those people who screamed and begged for their lives." She pauses. "He showed no mercy. It was like all the humanity in him was sucked out and replaced with a demon." She cried.
The two cops looked at each other in shock. They didn't believe her. How could a five year old kill twenty-something people and disappear from the crime scene? It just didn't make sense.
"Well....Damn." There were absolutely no words that could describe what he thinks. "Give us a moment okay?" The woman nods and both cops leave the room.
"Do you believe her?"
The other cop scoffed. "Tch, yeah right. It doesn't make any sense. Nothing adds up." A forensic investigator approaches the two gentlemen.
"We found something that might interest you." She said. Both men raised an eyebrow and shrugged. Anything is better than nothing they supposed. They all rushed through the crowd of people.
"Well what is it that you have to show us?" Asked one of the men after arriving at the gruesome crime scene.
"Take a look at the bodies." The two men glanced at them, noticing how bloody they were. Several of them had their necks exposed and you could see inside their abdomen.
"What about them?"
"They each have bite marks on them."
There was only one logical explanation. "So some sort of animal did this?" It seemed likely.
"No. Some sort of little kid did this."
One of the officers chuckled. "That's funny. What on Earth makes you say that?"
She bent down and turned a dead body's head to reveal the bite marks. "These are the marks of a four maybe five year old. They don't go in very deep, so they must have had some sharp nails." She concluded.
The officer threw his head back and laughed. "This is ridiculous. So we are on the hunt for a killer toddler?" Before someone or anyone for that matter could answer the man, a kid with blood dripping from his mouth appeared out of no where. "What do you want kid?"
The boy stayed silent. His eyes were dark and emotionless. He didn't blink, he just stood there. One of the cops moved to get his gun. The boy opened his mouth to reveal bloody sharp teeth. The cop didn't move his hand any further.
"Oh my lord, this cannot be." The forensic investigator slowly moved back when she saw him move forward. The boy quickly jumped on the cop reaching for his gun and proceeded to rip his head apart. The woman ran, but the other cop was going to try to save his friend. He pulled out his gun and cocked it back. The boy stopped ripping the man to shreds and looked at the cop with that same emotionless expression.
"Don't you dare move!! Cause I'll shoot you!! I will- AHHHHHH!!!!!!"
It was just another normal night. News hasn't traveled out yet. Everyone who knows about it must keep it between to themselves. News like this would cause the whole country, maybe even the world to panic. There weren't many survivors, and those who did survive are left with that horrible image. But until they capture the kid they can't do anything.
A husband of one of the survivors is just coming home from a long hard day of work. The past few weeks have been very stressful for both him and his wife. But his wife definitely, hands down has the most stress. She is the one who witnessed it all happened. And she would have been dead herself if it weren't for a little boy trying to protect her.
"Hey honey! I'm here." He calls out to the wife, and gets no answer. He turns on a light switch only find out there is no light. "She must have forgotten to pay the light bill." He mutters to himself. A noise is made in the kitchen, which startles the man, he lights a candle. "Honey?" He calls her again. He took slow steps to the kitchen. He let out a sigh of relief to find nothing is wrong.
But still just to be safe he opened a draw to grab a knife. "Hmm...I swear this is where the knifes are." He opens another one, and another one. The only knife he found was a bloody one in the sink. He thought of it as nothing.
He went to the basement where the dryer and washing machine are. He put the candle on the washer and felt around for the off button on the dryer. His hand touched something cool and wet, but he thought it was just water from a towel. The dryer was too loud for him to have had heard a low growling sound. He finally turned it off, and screamed as he slumped forward, hitting his head.
When the cops came they discovered that the woman was in the dryer and the man had a bloody ax sticking out of his head. They examined the bodies, both bodies had the signature small teeth marks. The woman's throat was slashed and both of her eyes were missing. The man's body was in pieces which were scattered all over the basement.
"We have got to do something. It's been weeks. We haven't done nothing, and that little fucker's been killing anyone he sees!!" Minato yells at his boss, Ibiki. The man in returned glared at his employee.
"And just what exactly do you want me to do about it? We can't kill him, that would cause a world uproar."
Minato thought about that for a moment. "The government has agreed to send him to a mental health facility. All we have to do is capture the boy."
Ibiki lights a cigarette. "Isn't that easier said than done? Do you know how many guys we lost in addition to all the other people who died at his hands?! Too many people!!! And I'll be damned if we lose another one."
"Well how do we-"
Ibiki interrupts him. "Special forces are coming to assist us in the capture. Don't you worry." He assures him.
The little boy was running as fast as a cheetah. The special forces was struggling to catch up with him. Every turned he made he realized he was being corned. "Put your hands up where we can see them!!!" Multiple voices yelled at him.
The boy didn't do as he was told. He jumped over the hood of a car and kept running. He didn't look back. Suddenly he ran into the side of a huge van. Not wanting to let the moment pass them by, the cops leaped on him. He thrashes and struggles for his escape. They knew they couldn't hold him much longer, until one officer tasered him. They dragged his body to the armored vehicle, they almost had him in, but he bit on of their hands, thus granting him temporary freedom. He ran, but didn't get to far because the Anbu ambushed him and knocked him out.
Everyone was glad it was almost over, but they knew it wouldn't be fully over until he was locked up in a padded cell. He was escorted to Konoha Mental Health Institute with five helicopters flying above him, eight Anbu sitting in the back of the truck with him, and fifteen police cars surrounding him.
The news of the killer toddler being captured was good news for Ibiki. But unfortunately there is no way you can get that much security for one person and not have the people of the country not wonder what's going on.
Everyday the C.I.A, the FBI, the KGB, S.W.A.T, Anbu Black Ops, and every major force have been called questioning what happened.
"Do you think now is the time to make a public announcement?" Minato asked semi-furiously. Ibiki glared at the man.
"Yeah, I'll give them a public announcement." He got up from his chair and walked outside. It was a media circus. They all were asking questions, people with flash cameras were taking pictures and news reporters sticking out their mics, everyone wanted to know the news.
"Can everyone now shut the hell up!!" It was more of an order than a question. Immediately after he said that everyone was silent. "Now, you all want to know what happened. Well, it was nothing. Okay? There was a problem, and we solved it. End of discussion and topic." He walked back inside the building without another word. Everyone had a bunch of questions, but they weren't going to hear any answers.
"You sure did make a lot of people happy with that statement." A worker replied sarcastically.
"Fuck off." Ibiki growled.
"Damnit!! What does this kid eat?!?!?!" They all try to push the boy into the room they had assigned him in. Even in a straight jacket, he still was trying to fight. His bangs covered his face, and he didn't make any noise while trying to resist. Finally they managed to push him in and close the door. They were surprised when they didn't hear him ram into the door to get out.
They all breathe heavily, and gave high fives each other on a job well done. Out of all the patients here, he by far is the worse. It was only a few minutes that he was in here, and he killed another patient. Which means that he is a hazard and danger to everyone he came in contact with. They kept him on the farthest side of the institute, away from other people.
He took a few moments to register what happened. He tried to move his arm, only to find it restrained by the jacket. He thrashed around trying to get out of his straight jacket. He stopped for a moment, then kept going until he heard a rip. Soon he was able to free himself completely. He was pleased, but it didn't show. He sensed someone approaching and just as quickly as he had gotten it off he put it back on.
The door opened revealing Ibiki. "Get used to that thing kid, you and it are going to be best friends until the day you die." He stops and thinks. "Well, maybe even after you die." He closes the door. He walked passed the workers lounge, where there was two workers talking about the new guy.
"Does he have name?"
"Who?"
"That boy. What's his name?"
"I don't know, why don't you go ask him yourself." The doctor joked.
"Okay, I will." He left to go find the kid's room. He was unaware that it was just a joke. Rumors had spread across the building about how dangerous he was. He opened the door and looked at the child. The boy stared at the man. He was giving him a schizophrenic, completely evil stare. It was sending chills down the man's spine.
The other staff members were in the lounge talking about how crazy their day was. They all stopped talking when they heard blood curdling screams, begging for help. They followed the source of the noise in fear and caution. They stopped outside the door where the screams were coming from. They were sure it was just one of the patients trying to get attention.
But nothing in all their combined years would prepare them for the sight that saw. Slowly one of them gained the courage to open the door. They all froze. They all saw the kid eating the worker's body. His skin was torn off, and the kid was eating the heart and lungs. Sensing the other presences he slowly lifted his head up, facing them.
His mouth was bloody, as were his hands. His eyes were filled with one hundred percent evil. He very slowly raises to his feet, dropping the lung from his hand. None of them could move or scream. After an intense stare down from the child they somehow managed to run, except for one who is being dragged back to the room. She kicks and screams and tries to do her best to live, but nothing can stop the child.
He picks her head up and slams it on the hard ground. He does this several times, before smashing her skull in with his own fists.
"Well looks like the state gets to keep some extra money." A worker whose name is Shun.
"What do you mean?" Another worker asked pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Shun laughs. "Wow, news travels slow around here. Ami died."
The worker nearly choked on his coffee. "What!? How?! When?! Why?!" He asked frantically.
"She died, um apparently some patient went super psycho, I think it happened a few days ago, and I don't know why." He answered.
"I....that's....it's just...."
"Shocking? Well it was bound to happen. We have a bunch of nut shells and psychos."
"None of them were crazy enough to kill someone. Maybe hurt them, but not kill."
"Yeah. That is one bad ass kid." Shun said calmly.
"Kid?"
"Goodness, what else do you not know? Look all I know is that it's some five year old boy who killed a bunch of people and they sent him here because he can't go to jail, and they can't kill him."
"Why the hell not?"
"Publicity. It won't look good. Instead of helping him, we chose the easy way out and killed him. Not what we want to have to deal with."
"But he is a murderer."
"But he is five."
After extensive research, they found out who he was. Sasuke Uchiha, son of Mikoto who was killed that night of the mass murder. They sent in a therapist, one who is ignorant of the child's crimes in to begin his therapy sessions. Doctor Masachi, was his name and he is considered to be the best therapist in the world. He walked in finding Sasuke playing with a human skull.
Sasuke looked up and gave him that plain expressionless look he gave to everyone. He didn't blink or move. He kept staring at the man who he thought was an intruder. The man's heart beat was increasing Sasuke noted.
"Okay, Sasuke. I'm Doctor Masachi. I heard so little about you, why don't you tell me something about yourself?"
He didn't say a word.
"Okay. Well first, why do you think you're here?"
"....."
"Interesting. Is there anything you are afraid of, maybe I don't know, knives, blood, spiders?"
"......" He kept his mouth shut, but let out a low, deadly growl. The doctor shakes his head and pulls out a needle, to which Sasuke reacts by savagely killing the doctor.
The whole world was ignorant of what happened until someone leaked every detail to the public.
Three months ago a massacre had occurred at the annual Food For the Less Fortunate ball. Among those killed were, Mikoto, Cheri, Rin, Itachi, Naruto, Neji, Gai, Obito, Hana, Hanabi, Ebisu, and several others. Funerals for the deceased were held privately. Mikoto's youngest son, Sasuke, is responsible for all of the deaths. But in order to show sympathy, families of the deceased opt not to send him to jail. And the government opt not to kill him. It was a full three months before he was found and incarcerated at a mental health facility. But even in there he has managed to kill several dozen of the workers, and more recently a famous therapist.
Ibiki was not happy at all to have heard all the citizens being aware of secret government affairs. He was even less happy to hear Minato quit. He smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in ten minutes. "I swear if I ever see Minato's face again..." He trailed off. He looked around to find another pack.
"Sir, maybe it's a coincident. I mean after all, they did mention his son's name in the newspaper." A worker tries to calm his boss down.
"Get out of my sight before I have that killer kid kill you." Needless to say the poor guy ran out the room faster than a fat kid could eat a happy meal. Most of the citizens were okay with the idea of the kid being in a mental home. But there is always going to be that group of people who oppose the idea. They think it's a conspiracy.
But it did raise several good questions. One of them were, if all he's going to do is kill all the people he comes in contact with, what's the point in having him there? Another was, what are you going to do if he ever successfully escapes? None of them were answered, meetings are being scheduled because this is an international problem. No one man knows what to do with a cannibalistic, homicidal, child.
I really wanna know what you think about this story. So review. And if you don't then I'll have the killer kid kill you. J/k. But seriously, review.
