Well hi, havn't talked since a week ago lol, having a laptop really does help with my upating tehe. I wrote something similar to this for an english short story in year 10 lol and now im at the end of year 11, so a loooooong time ago hehe, and i found it and decided to alter it abit.

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Chapter 1: Prologue

She wasn't alive.

But she wasn't dead.

She was caught in between. The un-dead.

Her dark pink hair shimmered in the moonlight as her pale emerald eyes scanned the streets of her once loved home.

Nothing.

Everywhere she went, it was empty.

Did she avoid people? Or did people avoid her? She could never tell.

But either way, she had her reasons; and they had theirs.

Her eyes began to glow as the very idea coursed through her mind.

She knew she was losing what little control she had over herself again.

She bit down on her lip, her teeth barley piercing the soft skin, drawing a tiny amount of her own red liquid to satisfy herself.

She almost enjoyed the warm feeling of blood flowing down her throat, bringing herself back to life.

She didn't want to hurt anyone, but sometimes she just couldn't stop herself.

That's why people feared her. Her life had been exposed and she was forced into hiding, completely cut off from everyone.

After that she grew cold, darkness consumed her heart. Her harsh attitude, dark clothing and violent ways repelled people from going anywhere near her. And she repelled herself from them, knowing even the tiniest thing she found annoying about them would send her over the edge; enough to give them pain they would surely not forget.

And she would enjoy every minute of it.

The dark streets had become her playground and all of humanity was her toy.

Her eyes closed as she let out a long sigh.

A quick flash of a man's face flashed through her mind. Her eyes shot open, now a menacing red. Her mouth open slightly, as her breath came out in jagged gasps.

Slowly, she returned to normal, well as normal was she could be with her "condition", then she tried to re-picture the face.

He looked around 19 years old, a few years older than her. His long black hair covered most of his face, only leaving one blood red eye; and an evil grin on show for her to enjoy.

She pictured him harder, forcing her mind till it hurt, she needed more detail.

Only then she saw the two abnormally sharp teeth at the side of his mouth.

Sharp.

Sharp as razors.

Shaking her head, she straightened out her knee length cloak and jumped down from the roof to the dark streets of Tokyo; her boots making a 'clunky' noise as they hit the ground. She then made her way around everyone else, so silently and quickly they didn't have time to realise she was even there. And she preferred it that way.

Arriving at her apartment she stepped it and locked it, she'd rather no one saw her or try to see her when they were so vulnerable to her... Oh so very vulnerable.

She lay down on her bed just as the sun started to rise through the tightly closed blinds on her windows. Getting comfortable, the pink haired girl sighed deeply before closing her eyes and succumbing to sleep.

But just as she slipped away, a voice whispered through her head.

'I'm coming for you……Sakura Haruno'

Not thinking anything of it, she submitted herself to the darkness.

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To Be Continued...maybe lol

I know its short ¬.¬ kinda dissapointing really in my opinion, but its what I came up with at that moment and it is only the prologue, so here we are. I hope it's okay, just let me know what you think xxxx