Crimson Blood

His breathing came in quick pants, his lungs unable to get the necessary air. The Sky, gray and thick with clouds, roared above him. Breviloquent legs ready to give way at any moment sped up, trying to get away from the dangers lurking behind him. Lightning illuminated his surroundings making the tree branches seem as though claws were reaching for the boy, anticipating the moment when they can sweep in and engulf him in their crocked wings; suffocating him in the never ending darkness.

Blond hair, matted by dirt and dry blood, covered his scarred, tear stained face. Cerulean eyes,filled with so much pain, glaze over. His skin, once beautiful and sun-kissed, deathly pale and bruised. Nothing but a empty shell, a lifeless body with out a soul. A person can only take so much before they snap. He's only human...right? The voices he thought he left far behind were nearing him.

"Monster- !"

"kill the demon -!"

"Don't let that murderer get away!"

The boy ran for his life, away from the towns' people, the very same people he has known the entire seven years of his miserable life, away from the place he had once called home. You know the quote 'sticks and stones my break my bones but words will never hurt me' ? That's not true. What it should be is 'sticks and stones my break my bones but words hurt me more than you'll ever know.' Thats what is was for the boy anyway.

Yes, they beat him, starved him, deprived him of any form of a normal life. Why? Over something that he had no control over. But in the end he would always get back up, stand on his own two feet and yet, the words they say kill him...ever so slowly. Emotional trauma is far worse than physical. Wounds to the body will heal over time, but may leave scars of course. Wounds to the heart and mind take another being to heal. They are the ones with they key to your heart. For once its broken, shattered, it will never truly be whole again. There will always be cracks, how deep and rigid are up to how severe the damage is, but there nonetheless.

The young child saw an opening up ahead. Said child ran faster and faster, heeding no mind to the thorns slowly but deeply entering his body. Tree branches scratching and gnawing at him; dry blood now being painted by a new coat of crimson, but the boy went on. Using his arms to maneuver the sharp, out stretched limbs from his path, the boy finally bursts though the mouth of the amaranthine web of nightmares; only to run head first into the last person he'd ever want to see again.

Fear.

Thats all the boy felt. Or was it numbness? Long, jet black hair that framed an unforgettable face could be seen as the boy eyes , mirrored absolute horror. The boys body started to shake worse than a leaf, in the middle of fall, blowing in the wind . The boy was now surrounded by his very own demons...far worse than the one he holds in his own body. Which was worse? A slithering, conning snake or the harsh words of reality? The boy felt an acute pinching sensation in the base of his neck right before darkness consumed him. All that was left was an unconscious child, a mob, and a ruthless murderer.

"Welcome home...my pet." The words were carried by the wind, just like the boys silent screams, for only the shadows could hear.

Onyx eyes, filled with so much pain, fury and confusion, stared at the scene in front him from within the trees.

"I promised to keep you safe." the figure said. The ravens eyes, not once leaving the boys motionless body, brimmed over with sheer determination. " I'll get you back. After all, Uchihas never go back on their word."