The Sky is Falling
A/N: This was a challenge fic for myself, mainly because every time I had sat down to write, nothing seemed to work out nicely. Anyway, I gave myself some criteria, being that it had to be dark, mention the colours orange and blue, have graphic references to blood and gore as well as have the phrase 'The sky is falling'. The only thing I didn't get was the word length I'd originally wanted, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, especially since I wrote it practically at 11o'clock at night. I'll probably tweak it later and make some minor changes.
She sits in the darkest corner and waits. For what she does not know. Death? Before she used to be so sure, but now she just does not know...
She rakes her hands through her soft pink locks and closes her eyes. All she sees is the overwhelming nothingness; lurking shadows between great gashes of red. Red in stark contrast of pale skin.
Blood.
Drip.
Drip.
Dripping.
Until it falls to the ground.
Mangled corpses. Little children with decapitated heads. Arms and legs and all manner of body parts littering empty streets. All the blood. So much blood...
Somewhere between the destruction, very far in the distance, she can discern blurred figures of orange, blue and silver in a field of green. She desperately tries and tries to reach them, running with the last remains of her strength. She makes it to the edge of the field, but the laughter is gone. Orange, blue and silver lay unmoving on the grass, crimson marring their faces. A wave of bitterness washes over her as she frowns and falls to her knees beside the faceless bodies.
Everything quickly fades to a dull grey, and she knows that somehow it's all her fault. Everyone is gone and it's all her fault.
Suddenly she snaps her eyes open, emerald orbs that once held promises of the future dead and empty. She can tell that someone is sitting next to her, the metal of their hitai-ate gleaming slightly in the limited light.
She is numb as her partner squirms slightly, shifting the weight of the great concrete slab that has them both pinned down. Her breathing is laboured. She can't feel a thing.
She looks up to the starless night sky, painted a murky brown, watching absently as great clouds of smoke swallow it whole. It is so cold, so empty...
Konoha is completely silent save for the crackling of burning wood. She places a hand on her companion's shoulder.
Everything is gone.
Everyone is dead.
"The sky is falling." she says, her voice hoarse and cracking slightly. It's the end of the world, her mind supplies and she nods her agreement.
Konoha is destroyed. Sakura has failed them.