He hung over me, unseeing eyes cruel and murderous. "Itachi!" I wailed, thinking that he would take me away from the massacre. I was eight now, and the attack on the Uchiha was raging around me. A man with very scary eyes like a dead man showed up to Itachi's side. "I liked this one," said Itachi said with a cool, terrifying voice. "I'll do something more...honorable to her." I started to cry. He took out a scroll with red writing on it--blood. The words scurried and morphed on the page as they shaped themselves into a demon that resembled a tiger. The scary man bit his thumb, letting blood ooze out, unstopped. He swiped it across the scroll, and it disappeared, and Itachi's hand began to glow red. He wrapped his crimson fingers around my neck.
I burned, I screamed, and I glowed red.
"The Tiger will devour her slowly," he said. "Quite honorable for a favorite cousin, don't you think, Kisame? To give strength to an almighty demon." The scary man, who apparently was Kisame, laughed. I screamed again. "Itachi!" I cried, pleading for him to make the burning stop. He left the room without another glance, and closed the door.
As I writhed in pain, I heard another young voice yell. I heard two sickening thumps, and knew one was that young voice. I screamed, but something surprised me: the fire was dying. Now, only spits of pain occurred on my forehead, my ears, my head, and my cheeks. A voice said, I cannot burn you, child. But I can save you. I was only eight, but I would soon know that the Tiger demon's soul had become, so it could not hurt me. Itachi had made a mistake. He should have used his own blood to do this, for he had constructed the scroll and trapped the demon. If he had, I'd been burned alive. However, his mistake made me strong, and I would now have the permanent mark of the Tiger.
And a thirst for revenge.