Shoutout to all the people who like gore and horror and pain and- never mind. I just wanna go ahead and give the usual warning for gruesome fics like this that there is gonna be shit going down. I guess this first chappie is really up to you on who you think it's based around? Leave your thoughts and comments in the reviews!1!1!1! Much love!
Blood… it was everywhere…
My mind… it was everywhere…
Crimson flooded the ground beneath my feet, throwing itself up the trees and over anything it could find. My surroundings were stuffy, heated with the heavy pants I struggled to let out… but it was dark. Cold winds, swaying trees, empty forest and scattered limbs leaving the strong scent of rotting flesh, driving my senses painfully insane as I collapse to my knees helplessly in a fit of tears and screams and cries of mercy.
The woman had been at the decent age in which she had just left her twenties. Golden hair and a perky voice leading me to her reluctantly. The three toddlers that had witnessed the attack were stained in their mother's vital substances and organs as they became stunned in a state of horrific shock. I tried to block out the rest of the event, not wanting to remember such an awful and disgustingly gruesome image. My fingers found their way into my mouth as I felt around in the mass of thick, metallic slop I had so ruthlessly earned, grimacing as I spat aggressively out a chunk of thick skin onto the dirt. I would've cried tears of blood if I could. I would've tried to speak words other than scared and worried trembles if I could. I couldn't do anything. Couldn't touch her, bring her back to life, reverse the clock.
This was the opposite of my job.
Ninja are meant to stop crime, not create it. What would my friends think of me if they find out? The question dawned on me eerily. They would kill me… or I would kill them… No. I shook my head stubbornly and dug my nails into into my skull, not really caring if I drew more blood to add to the mess.
Surely this would be on the news later on. Everyone would be hunting me down day and night until I stopped myself. My family would set out to finish me, oblivious that the ruthless criminal was among them every step of the way. Cautiously I slowly raised my head up from my knees, the moon glinting them with bright flecks of gold as I nervously scanned the ruined area once more. Instantly I swallowed thickly, not daring to move a muscle as the stranger flashed a quick picture on their smartphone. The boy's eyes were wide as he exhaled into the cold air of the night, clearly having mixed emotions about our encounter.
He silently muttered a curse word under his breath, keeping firm eye contact as he lowered his arm and slid his phone back into his hoodie pocket, before taking a step to his right. I can't really remember what happened after that… the painful screams as I sliced open his youthful flesh haunting me as I stumbled in the uncertain direction of the Bounty.
That kid was just lucky I let him go before I lost control even more.