Cursed Blood
Chapter 2
You slowly open your eyes which feel as heavy as lead, your head throbs and your entire body aches. You blink slowly, letting your thoughts catch up with you.
Your eyes take a second to adjust to the dark, you look around slowly, carefully trying to examine your surroundings but all you can see are shapes and shadows. Shadows.. that means there's light! Without thinking you jump to your feet, the sudden movement throwing you back towards the ground and making your joints ache even more.
With a loud groan of pain, you lay in the dark, confused, cold and scared. No! I can't be so pitiful! You scold yourself, slowly crawling onto all fours. I might be in danger here, I can't risk my life like this! You slowly stand, feeling your head throb and your legs shake almost violently.
You stumble a few steps before seeing a brilliant glow just a few steps away from you, you cautiously walk towards it. What's it called? You ask yourself, as you near it. You walk to it and begin to reach out, your hand feels warm. It's a nice feeling you thought, as your hand reaches for the..the fire!
The warmth quickly becomes uncomfortable and intense, you feel a blistering pain but find that you're incapable of moving your hand away. As if in a trance you watch the flames dance over your hand, leaving dark marks behind as if you were licked by shadows. Just as the pain becomes unbearable a hand snatches yours and violently pulls you away.
You scream in pain as you suddenly snap out of the trace, your hand aches terribly and your joints screech in protest from the sudden movement, but that's the least of your worries.
You look up at the person who grabbed you and begin to panic slightly. You instantly recognize the person as a male, despite his long, spikey black hair. He was easily double your size, with broad shoulders and a build that was destined to be a warrior.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He barks, inspecting your arm.
"Uhm. Excuse me?" you whisper, surprised by the words that a simply flowing out of your mouth.
"Tch, of course the one time I rescue someone they end up crazy." He mutters to himself, practically flinging your arm back.
"OW!" you yelp, rubbing your arm, which feels even worse than before. "What's your deal?" you snap, taking an instant disliking to the man in front of you.
"What's my deal?" He asks, looking at you as if you were the stupidest person in the world, and in that moment you felt like it.
"I rescued you! You owe me a thank you instead of asking about my 'deal'"
You tilt your head slightly and look at the man, "Rescued me? From what? If anything, I need to be rescued from you."
He stares at you with a mixture of disgust and disbelief, "How dare you speak to Madara Uchiha in that fashion?" he practically roared, making you take an instinctive step back. You look at him for a second, the light of the fire flickering against his undeniably handsome face, "What's a Madara Uch..Uchii..?" you ask, feeling even stupider.
He looks at you incredulously for a moment, "You don't know of me? The great Madara of the Uchiha clan?" You shake your head slowly, genuinely clueless.
He takes a step towards you, his red eyes pinning you the spot. "You have no forehead protector, which is why I saved you. Which village do you belong to?" You shake your head slowly, "I-I don't know, or rather, I don't remember"
"A spy? Nobody is stupid enough to send an assassin, so it has to be a spy" he snarls, walking towards you. You notice a glint of a metallic object that's in his hand and you take a shaky step back, flinching when your back hits the cold wall. In that instant you realize where you probably are, a cave.
He walks up to you and you press yourself against the wall, praying that it'll move but knowing it can't.
He punches the wall next to your head, making you whimper when you hear the rock crumble underneath his fist, he keeps his arm there, caging you in. Suddenly he presses a sharp and cold object against your throat hard enough to make you groan in pain but at the same time not pierce your skin. He leans in and whispers menacingly into your ear, "Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't slit your throat where you stand."