Chapter 2
"This is where you meet your end, demon." The deep voice said.
Gaara smiled darkly as a loud, terrifying laugh escaped his lips.
"I'm afraid you are mistaken."
The tracker nin's eyes grew wide as he reached his life's end. The others behind him retreated in sheer horror as they watched the scene take place.
Blood splattered on the light colored sand, Gaara watched as the earth thirsted for it and drank it completely. The sounds of bones crunching, and blood curdling screams chimed in his ears. The most sickening part was that he enjoyed it.
They never thought they would experience something so menacing, so evil that it was just a sin for it being alive.
Gaara, now drenched in blood from head to toe let out another evil laugh until he was finally beginning to gain control over his body.
You still believe you are not a monster? The sinister voice questioned.
"Shut up!" Gaara yelled.
He crumpled to the ground and panted heavily, for he lost control once again.
"When would this madness end? What had I done to deserve this?" he shouted into the empty sky.
He slumped down on the soft sand, thinking about the lives that he had sacrificed today. Though the others had ran away, they had also met their doom. When ever the monster craved blood, one was not enough to satisfy it. Sometimes it seemed as if it never was satisfied.
His nonexistent eyebrows furrowed as he wondered if he would ever be freed from this disgusting being that lay inside of him.
You can never be freed!The monster chortled.
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Gaara screamed in his head.
Minutes ticked by and he couldn't find the will to get up. Fighting with the monster made him angry and with no one to vent out to, he just sat there.
Cross-armed, Gaara began to think of his siblings. He didn't know the reason why, he just knew that he could never return to them again.
He sighed heavily and reminisced about the times he had spent with them.
All the fights, the laughs, the bedtime stories and the puppet shows came to his mind, and as he thought about it he almost, almost smiled.
Suddenly, he heard a menacing giggle that echoed in his ears. It had interrupted his deep thoughts and his eyes narrowed to slits as he tried to find where it was coming from.
It was a female voice that had an interesting hum to it; he was almost drawn to its pure sound.
Moments later, he could feel hot breath against his neck, gently ruffling his russet hair. In a flash he whipped his head around but the body had disappeared.
He fanned out his chakra to see if he could sense another aura, or something to indicate where the person was.
He growled, as did the monster inside of him. Gaara had always been the type to toy with his prey, but he never liked to be the one being toyed with.
There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. No chakra could be sensed anywhere and this infuriated him to the point where he saw red.
The voice gave another snicker as it seemed to be enjoying itself.
Gaara clenched his teeth hard to the point where he could taste the metal tanginess of his own blood.
"Where are you? Who are you?" Gaara fumed.
In the distance, he could see a dark figure that stood out in the dazzling sand.
"Who am I?" the female replied.
"Yes and give me a straight answer." Gaara demanded.
The voice let out another snicker before it disappeared.
Gaara had had enough of this nonsense. His face was beginning to turn a reddish tone, and it wasn't from sunburn.
He tightened his knuckles to the point where it looked like his bones were almost popping out of his skin.
Sand began to whirl around him. It leaked out of his large gourd and slithered around the ground like a deadly python.
"Show yourself, and don't cower again."
"But I'm right here." The voice said now suddenly very close behind him.
The heat that radiated off her burned his body, it felt comforting but at the same time alarming.
"What is it that you want from me?" he howled.
Another giggle passed through her mouth as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
"The question is what do you want from me?"
