The marks where spreading. Down, over her frail arms, proceeding to her legs. The pain pulsed, her eyes shuttered. If she wasn't cringing from the pain she would have noticed how the midnight shined against her marks.

She had to get home. Her dad would beat her if she wasn't in her bed. Even home wasn't safe.

Earlier that week:

Smack after smack Ino endured, wanting to cry but not letting herself. "Now Ino, are you messing around with that Naruto boy? Cause' this poem doesn't seem so sweet! Boys are only out for one thing, and that is –"

"Naruto is not a bad kid dad! He is respectful and polite! Just because his farther stole money from you doesn't mean Naruto is bad you stupid drunk!"

*Smack*

She didn't go back to her house until three hours later that night. Now, as she climbed to her window and silently stepped in, it seemed to her that she entered hell. I n the middle of the hot pink room was a old teak bed, and a shabby end table sat next to it. Her dad and she lived in one of the poorest parts of town.

She turned to a mirror on the left wall. Her transformation was almost complete. Her hair was a beautiful chocolate color, and she had a light brown patch on her tummy. Ears perked up on each side. Ino could hear everything now, from the waterfalls two miles away to her dad creeping up the stairs. Shit!

She threw herself under the covers and pulled the blanket over her head and waited for her door to slam open. "Ino get out from under the covers or you will receive extra beatings from today!"

"No!" she screeched. Her dad must have had enough for tonight, because he pulled the cover off of her to see the weirdest sight of his life.

"Who are you?" he asked, his hand reaching for his colt waiting in his pocket. "Now I got a gun right here in my pocket, and it don't matter what you are cause' it gonna kill you!"

"Now let's test that fact, shall we?" Ino replied. In a flash she leaped on to her farther. She tied down his gun arms and pressed down his neck and looked at his face. The man's eyes where huge, and his face was twisted like after you taste something sour. Ino saw that he was scared, and loosened her griped. As soon as she let her father's arms free he took the gun out and shoots her. She waited for the pain but it never came, instead her body seemed to push the bullet out. The torn flesh repaired itself, layer by layer until her skin pieced together.

The man was in permanent shock, frozen in time. Ino stood up, and the man didn't move. When she jumped out the window, he didn't move. Ino was sure he didn't move after she left because, to put it simply, he was dead.

Sorry for the short chapter guys. But I'm back soooooooooooo YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA