BB: Alleanye! I just wrote the singlest most creepy thing ever!!
Alleanye: -walks in- What?
BB: read this!
Alleanye: -reads- Dang, that rocks!
BB: But's it creepier then my Kyuubi-takes-over-the-world-and-makes-everyone-do-the-macarana story!!
Alleanye: Yeah that one was kind of creepy. But I like this one. HEY SHAY!
Shay: -bounces in- Whatie? Oh, new story? -reads- HOLY FLYING FUDGE MUFFINS, THIS ROCKS!!
BB: Really? -turns to computer screen- What do you, the real readers think? I don't own anything. If I did, this would be how Madara dies.
The blonde boy sat trapped in the chair, his arms tied down. He was conscious, his blue eyes searching the room. They narrowed as he glared at the person coming towards him.
"Uchiha!" He snarled, his deep voice reverberating through the room.
"Oh, at least you know who I am." The man was tall, with spiky black hair, and a face covered with an orange mask. There was only one eyehole on the mask, and a bright red eye shown through.
The boy struggled, trying to get out of the chair. But the greatest weapon he had had been sealed away. The boy couldn't even hear the demon's voice.
"Stop struggling, dear Jinchuriki." The man, Uchiha murmured. "You will die soon enough, and then I will use the Kyuubi to destroy your most pitiful village."
The jinchuriki boy let out a frustrated roar. Red chakra began to swirl around him, to the shock of the Uchiha. The boy looked up, and bright blood red eyes glared out.
"YOU WILL NOT GET THE KYUUBI!!" The boy's voice was painfully loud and vicious. The red chakra exploded out of him now, destroying the chair and the bonds holding the boy down.
Uchiha was blasted against the wall, his hand knocking into the stone. He looked up, his head aching, as the boy advanced. The boy had a kunai in his hand, a slow smirk crossing his face.
"I should kill you." The boy intoned, idly twirling the blade around a finger. "but that wouldn't any fun, now would it?"
"No, please. Tobi is a good boy." Uchiha whimpered. He was trying to trick the boy into thinking there was someone else trapped in his mind. But it didn't work.
"Nice try, Madara!" The boy let out a cruel laugh, and threw the kunai. It sliced through the air, until it implanted itself in the only eyehole of the mask.
Madara Uchiha let out a scream of pain. He reached up to pull the blade out, and screamed again. He couldn't see a thing. One hand slid to the point of the blade, and he felt something round and slimy skwered by the blade. The boy laughed again, as the Uchiha realized that his only remaining eye was on that kunai. He would never be able to use the Sharingan again.
"Good-bye Madara." The boy snickered. "Maybe I'll see you around." The boy turned towards the door, his cruel guffaws echoing through the entire lair.