Human life. So brief an meaningless. It could fade away in the blink of an eye, or be slowly drained away one torturous day after the other. The strength slipping away so gradually that you didn't even see the changes happening; but at the same time you knew that they'd occurred.
The blood dripped down one drop after the other, forming a small puddle at his feet and staining the dry earth that greedily sucked it up. The taste of blood lay heavy at the back of his throat, and a few drops of the truest red leaked out from the corner of his mouth. Licking it up he felt the taste of cupper and salt even more presently than before as it blended with his saliva and then later on being consumed by his digestive system.
The taste all too familiar, like a lover's caress, this very essence of life. And it told him more clearly than the pain that racked his body that he was near fainting and that it was time to finish this.
Hidan could endure the pain better than his opponents; just because he knew that he was the cause of this pain. That for each torturous second the pain would grow to such levels that it'd be unbearable, and the knowledge of that the other was slowly dying sinking deeper into their mind. The horror filling their faces, panic eating away at them, because none of them ever really wanted to die. They wanted to cling on to their patheticly short lives until that they died of old age, surrounded by family and loved ones.
While watching the widened eyes of his opponent Hidan felt the thill of knowing that he had the power; and that no matter what happened he would be the victor of this battle. It made him grin manically and raise his pike and use all of his power to force it through his thorax, hearing the sickening crack of when ribs and ligaments were torn and his heart was punctured.
His mouth opened in a silent gasp for air, the shock of the pain riding through him almost too much – but practise made him stay upright, made him watch how the brown-haired ninja in front of him fell down, clutching at his torn chest-cavity before after a few seconds becoming limp and unmoving.
For a few moments Hidan didn't move, his eyes fixed on the remains of his target, before he yanked the pike out of his chest, shuddering briefly. Already he could feel his body starting to mend the damage he'd caused it, so very unlike the wounds on the killed one's body.
He knew that he shouldn't play around with his targets, but he just couldn't help himself. Watching them struggle to stay alive made him feel alive, and for a few minutes he could imagine just what it felt like dying. Watching how that light died out of them.
Because the light would fade. It was just a matter of time.
Tick-tock.