MisSIONn: REvenGE
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. How many times have I've gone over this?
Me and my best friend Melissa were Akatsuki fanatics. We dreamed of living, breathing, eating with the Akatsuki. We promised that if somehow one of us got a shot of being an Akatsuki member, we wouldn't leave the other behind. So when Melissa gets swept away with the Akatsuki, and ditches me, I'm out for revenge. Rated T, no OC pairings yet. OC warning duh.
It was Mall Day, a Friday night and we were feeling good. Our bags contained black, black, black, and we even scored a Deidara plush toy. Not that we don't have 23 other exact copies.
"Hey, we should go in there." Melissa pointed to Hot Topic, and I nodded my head, black curls bouncing up and down. We clicked our fashionably Goth boots towards the store.
"Hey Grace." Mike, the friendly gay Goth, and owner of the store greeted us. "Hey Melissa. No new Naruto stuff yet, but if we do get another shipment, you're the first to know." He smiled in his girly voice. Mike was alright, but brought shame to the Goth family. The gays make us look bad, were not all that fruity.
While I was checking out the rings, Melissa chatted with Mike about the latest Girl Goth styles. I brought up a ring with a blue key and a yellow exact copy for Melissa. We both paid for the rings, and left as quickly as we came. "Mike's getting gayer by the day." I said getting moody. Mike always puts me in a bad mood. "Is that even possible?" Melly laughed and I joined her.
We blew out of the mall, fresh night air hitting our faces. The sky was overcast, and I pulled up my jacket even higher. "getting cold, hey it eve-" suddenly a black van skirted in our direction, and a pair of black gloved hands reached from the sliding van door and whisked Melissa in. "GRACE!" I could hear her scream, I presumed was then gagged.
"Drive! Drive damn it drive!" I could hear a shrill voice scream from inside. It all happened so fast, I didn't know what to think. So I ran for the car, shuddered in, and started.
Squeaking out of the parking space I drove as fast as I could for the van, my little Kisame key chain swinging like mad from the mirror. I sunk into my seat and pushed harder on the gas. Soon enough, I was close enough to see people in the car.
Dark shapes could be seen in through the black windows, and I couldn't stop thinking for the worse. It drove down off down into a dirt road, and zoomed suicidal into the trees. I didn't stop. In fact, it was almost like I was on auto-pilot. I should have called the cops, I should have stopped and thought about what was going on, and I should have made a plan. But I raced just as suicidily into the thick trees
But I didn't and followed deeper into the forest. They stole my best friend and I wasn't going to let whoever it was wasn't going to get away with it.