Chapter III
All is Violent, All is Bright
"The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to break free from the abyss and move silently among us."
Halloween (2007)
Wretched…disgusting…filthy creatures!
Naruto had long since forgotten when he first heard the desperate whisperings of 'the voice'. The soft echoing whisper that'd often sifted its way through the maelstrom that was his unconscious mind. Settling upon him when his mental guard was weakest, the chinks in its defense exposed.
Each and every one of you…
As ignorant as a fly to light, would he allow himself to seek out its presence, too indulge in its false embrace, turning a blind eye to the calamity he knew it brought in tow. But he wanted it, if only for the briefest of a moment, to allow himself peace amongst the depressing solace of the darker, more sinister side of his own thought and emotion.
It was an ominous presence, one that carried with it a tremendous weight and pressure yet lay invisible to his minds eye—a proverbial fog if one were to describe it. He knew it was there, could literally feel the sickening sensation of 'something' as it rolled over the inner depths of his mind yet could never quite grasp no matter how hard he tried. Like the wind it was ever present, constantly tempting him with his thoughts and darker desires, urging him to take hold of the forbidden fruit and taste the knowledge held within its sinister nature.
But you…you are different…
It withheld nothing and gave nothing in return. Time and time again, when the world around him had finally caught up to him and the present was no longer frozen in place did he notice that something within him was steadily been siphoned away in spite of his consciousness.
Joy, freedom, humanity, all of it had seemingly begun to slip through his feeble gaps, descending beyond recovery into the small crevices of oblivion, vanishing from sight only to be replaced by the most unfounded sense of a maddening depression.
I've seen…your endless suffering….I've seen your torment….I see your rage…
And then like a thief in the night it would vanish. As quick as it had come, would it retreat back into the depths of his soul and allow for his sanity to reel in his wayward conscience from the pit of despair.
It is time…
But not now...no, recently it had changed and it was with him always…
As was the tree of the knowledge of good and evil to Adam and Eve did the voice within to him bode to be an eternal temptation and something to be reverent of he knew as much. Often, time and time again in the past he'd spend countless days, dusks, early evenings and sleepless nights before his induction into the Shinobi fold deep in thought when the temptation, the voice, was most silent. In his solitude he would wander the depths of his being seeking out that which he knew was immoral and potentially corrupt.
Murder them…
Often locked away and huddled in a corner of his dilapidated keepings he would appear to be absent mindedly staring out into the sky, yet his soul was searching franticly for a glimpse of the evil that lurked within.
Kill them, destroy them, maim, rip, cut, break… Kill, Kill, KILL!!!
Naruto had asked the old man a few times before; discreetly at first, camouflaging his concerns in the form of questions procured from the writings of some of the more mentally unstable and misguided Shinobi authors and publicist before becoming bolder in his subtle interrogations. Although he had gained little, what little he learned he kept to heart and pursued with a wanton desire.
Only once had the old man relented.
"Bear with it Naruto," the Third would say, "be steadfast, stalwart in your conviction, for the world will come to you in due time and soon you will bask in all the glory and thanks in which you rightly deserve," his eyes were softer then, his voice a soothing constant that eased his inner calamity, "we owe you as much at the very least."
And then the venerable Hokage spoke no more of the subject ever again.
Our time has come again...
And then all was silent…
Date: Incarceration Day 007
Attending Physician(s): Y. Kabuto
Patient: JUN09K – Jinchūriki (U. Naruto)
PreprocedureExaminationParses:
The boy's cells are highly metastatic, a.k.a malignant in nature. While the nature of his cells is cancerous, characterized by uncontrolled growth, it should be equally noted that they are much more potent than previously theorized and recognized. Documented below is a sample size consisting of two simple procedures and their resultant outcome
Procedure: Allograft (skin transplant) and Blood transfusion
Allogeneic skin grafting procedure involving the host (Patient Id: JUN09K – U. Naruto of Hi no Kuni hereby referenced as host) to recipient host (Patient Id: 174a – Shuuya of Iwa herby referenced as recipient) took place with the removal of surface skin layers reaching no further then than the superficial layer of epidermis above the left bicep.
Medications: None
Allergies: None
Family History: N/A
Social History: N/A
Vital Signs: Blood pressure is 112/70. Pulse is 46. Respirations 18. Afebrile.
Procedure: 4x4 inch skin graft from the host's left bicep transplanted to the recipients left bicep.
Results: The skin graft took immediately from host to recipient at an astonishing rate. The speed at which the superficial layer of the epidermis took to the graft was estimated at 15 seconds from placement to immediate reconstruction by the cells themselves, upon first observation, without any outside stimulus (sutures were deemed unnecessary)
It was within 5 minutes after the graft had taken to recipients body type did the 'Host's' dermis cells reveal themselves to be wildly malignant causing unprecedented cellular death and decay rate compounded with the rapid rate at which the infectious host cell's spread throughout the body which ultimately lead to the death of the recipient. Documented time table observation of the degradation of the recipient:
05:00 - The recipient's body displaying early symptoms of an apparent rejection of the host's skin graft…
05:15 – Bruising around the graft site readily apparent, subject appears to be in pain
05:35 – Apparent 'bruising' is more then just dead blood cells but rather everything within proximity of the graft site has either died or in the process of dying. From the superficial lair of skin down to the bone all cell tissue has begun to liquefy, bloat, and distend the entirety of the left arm and is continuing to spread.
05:50 – Left half of the face is infected, recipient still responsive, in pain. Left arm has decayed, putrefaction set in…
05:55 – Recipient has gone under a presumed Hypovolemic Shock from the large quantity of blood now pooling under the operating table then again it may possibly be Septic Shock as well seeing as the face has been engulfed by the 'parasite', infection still spreading…
05:58- Recipient pronounced dead at 1857 P.M. on the 16th day of the 1st month of calendar year 151 A.A.I
Blood Transfusion
Recipient 2x (Patient Id: 161c – Hibiki of Suna) pronounced dead at…. Apparent **Hyper Acute Hemolytic Reaction to the host's blood type in spite of the fact that the host was deemed a universal donor…
Patient ID: JUN09K – U. Naruto's blood type herby reclassified from universal donor blood type O negative to hazardous condition type U-1…
"This is all I have for the two of you today," a rather boorish looking female issued as she tossed a black dossier flippantly before a pair of gritty looking, but rather young sound nin.
"What's it going to be this time," Zaku was the first to speak as he reached to grab the file with his bandaged left arm, plucking the black folder up from off the table and flipping it open to examine its contents.
"Inmate transfer," she replied adjusting the thick rim of her designer glasses on the bridge of her nose ever watching as the two vultures hawked over the file, "you and Dosu are to accompany me for chakra signature identification and then are up for an inmate transfer down to the segregation block when I'm done with the kid there," she nodded her head toward the file.
The atmosphere in the room seemed to die a little bit, what little mockery of joviality instantly taken down by her emotionless tone of voice and declaration of the new task at hand for the teenage duo.
"This is rubbish," Zaku lamented, snapping the folder shut in his hands before tossing it to his counterpart, "can't you do this yourself? Is it that necessary to take us, why not some other random shit head doppelganger stored away in this rotting hell hole?"
Zaku had hard eyes, pitiless orbs of the darkest black the belied no emotion, a physical trait he had developed at an early age as a street rat on the backwater roads of a nameless village, Karin knew he had little patience, if any, for triviality but she had no choice in the matter, least none she dared voice.
"I can almost sympathize with your frustration but seeing as how you both just completed the preliminary test and recovery for your new…'gifts' so to speak, it would do you well to spend less time on training and more on recuperation," she spoke softly as she crossed her arms to drive the point home.
Zaku motioned for another outburst but was halted in his place by the soft grasp of his brown haired partner, "don't worry about it, it's from Orochimaru himself see here," he drawled, speaking for the first time, as he pointed to their Lord's seal on the last page of the document no full well what it meant to the brash teenager, "so no more bickering," he grinned with a crooked smile.
The violent edge to his temper seemed to calm if just a bit, "if it's from Orochimaru then I have no qualm," he reasoned grabbing the outstretched document from his partner and examining it once more.
Dosu's twisted smile and pointed eyes trained themselves from his short tempered teammate and back on to their superior, if only in title, "still this is a rather odd request to ask for a trained escort for what appears to be a rather mundane task, "he asked pointedly, "any details you can spare?"
"If it's not in there then I don't know," she replied running a hand through hair before flipping it back behind an ear, "even I've been left in the dark on this one."
Somewhere along the series of dizzying headaches, painful lapses into unconsciousness, and the devilish whispering, the driving inclination of pain had stopped yet in spite of any reprieve the ache still remained. A deep rooted, soul dredging, anguishing type of pain had overshadowed his five senses, congealing them into one unwelcome brethren; total agony.
It wasn't supposed to continue hurting. He was supposed to heal. He'd always healed before. Why wasn't he healing? He slowly opened his eyes, inching the burden of his torment steadily up as he began to regain his bearings. He needed to know…
Ashes to ashes dust to dust!
He couldn't move much, his mind and body still hadn't fully recovered yet to the point of coherent coordination so he relinquished thoughts of movement and settled for the more subtle nuance of observation and allowed his eyes to be the sole source of his exploration.
Dull shaded hazy blue eyes scanned the world that was present before his unobstructed view, surveying the dim lit ceilings and mildew coated walls that seemed shaded in a faded combination of disgusting greens and putrid yellows. The creviced corners of which were wet and leaking with what he could only hope and assume was water, which neither spread nor fell to the ground but rather remained as an unmoving stain in splotches on the walls around him.
But aside from that there was a definite oddness to his predicament, though that was an understatement to say the least. Aside from the pain, that aching short circuit of nerve endings that slowly ebbed away in the background of his now awoken state, everything else in his environment was different from the one he had become accustomed to for the past few…well, who was to know how long he'd been held captive, he sure as hell didn't. Regardless of the fact it appeared they'd relocated him after he'd fallen unconscious again.
'A basement?'
The plumbing above seemed testament enough to the fact, he didn't care, strength seemed to be returning to him, slowly, but surely enough he could feel the warmth of moving blood reaching his once numb extremities. He made to move his arm, easing himself up slowly to a sitting position, wobbly at first before placing down another arm to steady himself using the other to rub the weariness from his sight.
It's about time…
His body stiffened, a temporary bout of rigor mortis grasping him, as that deep throated growl resonated through and around him louder than he'd ever heard before. His eyes widened, the hairs on his neck stood on end as the haze lifted from his sight, the veil of dreariness wiped away and his vision sharpened to full alertness…
"…evil," he was sure he'd heard it. A voice, that voice, louder then ever no longer restrained within the confines of his mind. No, that voice wasn't ethereal, a wisp of desperation, it was real, it had body, and it clenched him tight within its grasp as he rolled its call in his mind over and over again.
And he knew it…Knew it by name—but what name was it?
It was becoming a daily mishap for him, discerning whether he had finally snapped, plunging over the metaphorical edge of sanity and down the swirling drain of madness or if something more was present. He must still be sane he would lecture himself, only the sane could question themselves as thoroughly as he. But now he doubted even his own sense of logic and the trustworthiness of his own mind—the walls of his last refuge it seemed were finally beginning to crumble around him, falling into a pit of nothing and dragging him down with it.
Come find me…
The maladies of his body and mind fell from conscious, his focus captured by the sudden boorish snarl that echoed to him just moments ago as his body began to move on instinct and pure curiosity. He peered down the dank corridor; the incessant dripping of the leaking piping above now a lost white noise as he fixed his gaze on the only direction available to him in the darkness. It called to him; not literally of course, but that sneaking suspicion, that undeniable sense of human curiosity was tugging at the muscles of his legs leading him further into the suffocating darkness that was lain bare before him.
He followed his frazzled intuition, his legs on auto pilots as he stumbled into the watery hall and continued his daring descent. Surprisingly the path to the destination provided was straight and narrow, neither turning nor confusing, guided by the dirty blurred light that illuminated just several feet in front of him with ever step. It didn't fade on him, never in total darkness was he, but a seemingly perpetual glow surrounded him.
Closer…closer…
Naruto's journey was neither long nor arduous but it choked him with a sense of dread that couldn't soon be swept under the carpet. No, it was the ever present companion that tickled the hairs on the back of his neck not soon to relent as he blindly stumbled down the corridors of the abyss; caution thrown to the win as he groped the walls for an assurance he wasn't sure his legs could give.
His task of enlightenment soon came to its apex as soon as he stepped foot into a chamber hall, the walls of which took their leave, spreading out before him, giving him a wide berth as he timidly entered the roaring chamber. The resonating flicker of light that had surrounded him gained fervor as its magnitude spread ten fold and illuminated the darkened chamber in its lack luster glow giving sight to his near blind eyes. It was a large room, beyond large, spectacularly huge but detestably bland in both furnishing and grandeur. He'd expected as much; the prison life wasn't supposed to be overly glamorous. But despite his temporary awe his attention was drawn to the far end of the room which harbored the sole distinguishing feature—a mammoth of a barred cell door was situated at the far end of the colossal room that was every bit as magnificent in size as the room itself; towering above him keeping at bay the light as dread veil of black blocked the view of whatever lay behind that door.
Naruto drew a tentative step forward, the calamity of his mind put on temporary pause as he drew closer to the massive cell before him, noting as air around him changed the closer he approached its base. This unforgiving labyrinth had seemingly changed with each step he dared place in front of the other; from the dead still calm to this now dreadful beating that thumped into and through him. Something was behind the lurking pitch of darkness before him…
"See me now…"
The voice, the cackle, was like thunder; a heavy boom that shook him from head to toe and immediately sent his body toppling over onto all fours as the pressure of the air weighed down on him as a sudden wave of malevolent chakra poured out from behind the bars and overwhelmed his senses and withdrew what little breath his lungs were already using.
"The wall has finally begun to fall once more. It hasn't been long since you and I last looked upon one another…"
He dared too look up as a vent of hot air billowed over him, enveloping every nook and crevice around him, swallowing the whole of the room in a rotted and putrid odor that seared his throat and caused his eyes to water at it vulgar invasion of his person. He had the sudden urge to vomit, but withheld his nerve and the contents of whatever lay in his bowel as he raised his head to peer into the chamber before him…
"You're pitiful. Look at you, weeping and sick to your stomach. You used to be strong, but now…pathetic…quaking in my presence…Will you be led to death by this…THIS!?"
A touch of an encroaching madness was clouding his mind. So undeniably thick was the full on feeling of dread that he could have sworn the shivering sensation, the cold sting that was tracing its way up and down his body, was something more then he could ever possibly imagine.
"Oh what I would not do now to consume you're miserable soul right now and banish us both to the burning abyss of hell just to rid me of the shame of this cursed existence!"
And it was…he knew it was…He just dared not believe it as the sky came crashing down around him bringing about the blackest of darkness with which the only thing that could be seen was himself and the beast.
"If it were anyone else I would revel in this misfortune but not you. You are not an ignorant fool. So allow me to tell you this weary warrior, 'You carry with you the sin of this world.' Do you remember now?"
And through the darkness, a pair of gleaming eyes, redder then the reddest of setting suns, revealed themselves to him. A fire of the purest origin seemed to roar in their depths as the titanic shadow within the cell moved ever so slightly and revealed a portion more of its gargantuan stature to him.
"That provisional mentor of yours; that mission, it was on purpose you know. He set you up for this pit fall and for what? BAH and now you are behind—yet again."
Naruto's hands immediately reached for his head as the voice of the creature within implanted itself within his mind, a deafening howl that threatened his balance as he swayed back and forth on his knees. His vision blurred as he once more regained a semblance of his composure and steadied his weary sights to the beast before him.
"Together we will atone for your inability…look at me."
The creature smirked, revealing with is a jagged line of sharpened teeth each large and menacing in appearance as a steady film of saliva coated and dripped down the clenched maw pooling ever so steadily beneath them. They parted just a bit as the leviathan within seemed to form something that could only be related to a smile, though just barely.
Naruto's sights narrowed, his vision focusing on the one point ahead
"Look me in the eyes HOST!"
Date: Incarceration Day 021
Attending Physician(s): Y. Kabuto
Patient: JUN09K – Jinchūriki (U. Naruto)
Examination Parses:
Physical Evaluation
There seems to be a strange occurrence that can only be attributed to the Biuju. In spite of general lack of a regimented physical exercise and a studious diet, the body of the Jinchūriki seems to be maintaining an overall above average physical standard. Lack of muscular degradation, paling of the skin, deterioration of the skeletal frame etcetera is surprisingly non apparent. If anything, it appears the body is maintaining or becoming stronger I dare say…
Studies regarding the endurance and regenerative capabilities of the Jinchūriki body are coming to a close for the time being, on my return we'll move on to some form of mental stimulation and its variants…
On a side note:
He has once more gone under a catatonic state. I don't know whether to attribute this development to the Kyūbi or as the normal devolution of the mind into a state of schizophrenia in reaction to the high mental and physical stress environment he has been subject to over the course of these past 3 weeks.
This development should warrant an increased observation timetable to note any possible shift in mental stability pre reconditioning.
Permanent Reconditioning process set for…
2 days prior
In the Shinobi line of work time was a fickle mistress—it never did relay a constant flow as one would think. The days would find themselves either long and drawn out without a thing in the world to occupy the mind or body or they were short, intense with the adrenaline production on overload and you primal instinct on full throttle. Spoken reference, common conceptions and sayings like tomorrow became as foreign as they were limited.
Tayuya was experiencing the former…
She stretched out, languidly extending her arms over head as she arched her back to relieve the tension from her stiffening muscles. It was panning out to be another one of those lifeless, dreary, flat days.
Another boring day…again…
Being a henchwoman for one of the, if not the, most diabolical men in history certainly seemed to have a lot of them as of late. Though the plotting, the scheming, the conniving and so forth were dastardly cunning and brutally exciting and time consuming, they did little to play upon her true interest and incite any sort of drive in her despite them being her forte.
"So….bored…," she said on to herself as she half heartedly turned on to her side, her limited patience at an end as her tired gazing of the sky through the ruffled and shaded canopy of the tree she was under ceased to matter and she allowed for a restless meditation too grab hold of her freelance mind.
She had neither a care nor duty in the world, and though she may claim boredom, there wasn't anything in the world that could possibly rob her of her desire to savor it.
Rest was sacred.
It was in this monotony that she heard the silent snap of a twig and the soft footfall of an intruder into her lethargic heaven. A calculated stepping that forcefully beat an unharmonious rhythm that shattered the peace of the world's orchestra that played the solemn tune of silence into her ear.
Closer, the disturbance converged upon her sanctuary, neither caring nor subtle their presence paraded around as it closed in, paying little to heed the Shinobi cardinal law of conduct in regards to stealth as its steps thundered against the ground it tread.
To the ears of the average person it was barely noticeable, a white noise that was heard but not acknowledged, a constant that was never truly present, and yet to a trained nin such as herself that sound, that mannerism of walking was deafening and it annoyed her to no small end when it came to a stop and the sudden sense of recognition registered in her mind before it spoke to her in an all too uncouth manner.
"Perhaps you could help me with something…Tayuya," a male voice coerced from beneath her perch as he sent a rather blank gaze up at her.
She drew a lazy smirk as she remained unflinching from her post. In spite of her disdain for this fool he was higher up on the pecking order then she but she couldn't possibly have cared less.
Otogakure was a village, though in truth the term was largely false, a face for those who even remotely cared, where general rules of manner and so forth were not particularly enforced and respect not necessarily shown when needed. Power earned respect and he'd yet to show it; at least to her.
"Mmm, you need to work on your stealth," she drawled lazily, pausing to yawn as she rolled back over and closed her eyes, "I could sense your perverted ass coming from a mile a way Kabuto."
"Yes well regardless of the fact quarreling with you about my abilities in stealth and guile was not my primary focus for the day; I've got a task for you concerning a certain someone at the Northern Hideout."
Tayuya opened a lazy eye and quirked an eyebrow at this, "your private little shit hole? What's the news? Lemme guess, molestation and rape gone astray? Out of guinea pigs and your looking for some fresh pink meat to spice things up a bit? Sorry to disappoint but I rather enjoy having a disease free body, last thing I want is for my morning piss to be the consistency and feeling of molten lava," she produced a rather devilish smirk at that as her mind shut down and she continued unabashed by her rough and unladylike mannerism.
"Why don't you go kidnap some other gutter trash tramp from somewhere else? I don't swing shit with the likes of you and your rotted meat bags, especially when it comes to going up there," she quipped casually with a rather devious smile. She loved picking at his nerves, even if her words rarely did more then to prolong a pointless argument she never won…
"I see your humor is as dry and tasteless as always," Kabuto replied evenly as he adjusted the frame of his glasses to accentuate his calm demeanor. It perturbed her lightly but it wasn't enough to ruffle her feathers, she'd hoped they'd gotten used to her rough mannerisms by now.
"Thanks."
"Anyway, we need someone to supervise and Orochimaru-sama has appointed you to the task seeing as you are the only one of the sound five adjutant available and most competent, though I use the term lightly, person readily available at the moment."
"Meh, I'll pass. I may be bored but going up there isn't something I really feel like doing," she retorted calmly as she retreated back into her daydreams.
"I don't think you understand your position on the matter, there is no 'option', there is only what I say and what you will do," he smirked as he felt the tension in the air rise, "while we are away on 'business' you are going to remain on temporary 'head warden' status in light of my absence too make sure no 'unforeseen' accidents occur," Kabuto countered sharply as he turned his back and began to walk away from her.
She immediately sat up, swinging her legs over the edge and fixing him with a glare. She hated being bored but she loathed the notion of having to spend any amount of time all the way up north.
"What about that jailor Karin? Or even Kimmi-"
"Like I said, we will be away on business and that includes Kimmimaro, Karin is the stand in medical superintendent while I am gone and will be taking up my position on other matters," he stopped in his track turning slightly to giver her a view of his profile as he spoke, "the other three of the five are deployed around on various missions as you are well aware, and seeing as you are the only one of, of how do you say, rank, readily available you will comply less I need to take you there personally for…'reconditioning'," he spoke in that monotonous tone that those who knew him knew declared finality.
A shudder ran down her spine and pricked the edges of her sense throughout her body. Reconditioning, especially that administered by Kabuto, was enough to send even the most stalwart of trained Shinobi into spiraling fits of madness and hysteria.
It was calculated torture, his most favored past time.
She'd been present for it once, it was a mandatory part of their acclimation into the fold that was known simply as the 'Sound' village. Needless to say you didn't live. That was a lie, your physical body would persist but everything else that represented you as the individual was erased, smothered in a twisted display of loyalty that was physically ingrained into your being one pain agonizing second at a time. It was brutally efficient.
"Tche," was the best she could muster as she brought her hand up to the back of her head rubbing the small of her neck, anything more could possibly denote a degree of personal pain she wasn't willing to experience…ever…
"We have a new tenant as well," Kabuto spoke once more as he came to a halt just in range for him to speak without having to strain his voice for her to hear. "Orochimaru and I personally don't want anything unfortunate to happen to him while we are away."
"Hah," she couldn't allow such a setup go unsoiled, "your new fuc-," she was abruptly silenced as a kunai whizzed past her head. The whistling of its passing hissed loudly as the tail end of its departed path displaced the air at her lips and grazed ever so slightly at the tip of her nose as a loud 'thunk' signaled its imbedding into the trunk beside her. A thin trickle of blood slowly began to seep down its bridge.
She flustered quickly, her anger getting the better of her as she jumped to her feet, fists clenched and a righteous glare burning hot in her eyes as she glared at the dagger…
"You mother fu---," but once more she was silenced as he stood there before her appearing from nothing and registering not even a hint of himself though he stood before her. Tayuya faltered in her defiance as the shadow of his ominous presence draped itself heavily around her.
It was suffocating, deadly, and strangely calm as his figure loomed over her, calculating, contemplative, analyzing. It was unnerving and she felt herself shift uncomfortably under his gaze as she took a defensive step back, her mind racing but far from rational as she tried to save a shred of her pride in a last desperate act of bravado.
"You pig," the force of her words saying more then the tone she was giving, "get the hell out of my f--," and within the span of an instant his hand shot up from its idle position at his side, grasping her by the throat and clenching firmly enough for her to feel discomfort but not enough to cut off the airflow, she yelped in surprise as he slammed her smaller form into the trunk of the tree that they now shared.
"You'd best watch your tongue," he spoke in a rather coarse voice as he watched her struggle in his grip; tiny hands pulling at that of a lion. He leaned in, his blank and unmoving face coming disgustingly close to her as the subtle exhale of his breath exiting his flaring nostrils sent a warm hiss in her ear before he spoke ever so softly but with such a subliminal undercurrent of malice it sent her body into a defensive struggle, "you're treading on thin ice," he was whispering now causing her futile squirming to intensify.
"You will do as I say and there will be no more questions, no more words, not even an acknowledgment of whether you agree or not, I have spoken and you will follow" he said as he released her from his grasp as she fell beneath him, legs buckling, unable to support herself as the overbearing presence that was Yakushi Kabuto hovered in her midst.
It wasn't the intent to kill, a blood thirsty aura of destruction that cowed her into a silent submission. No, it was its absence that truly shook her, that ability of his to impose himself on you without you ever truly knowing a thing, not even a hint of it—no vibe, no feeling, no threatening aura of impending doom, no murderous intent…nothing. Hell the guy didn't even smell of anything.
It was as if he was never there to begin with, a maddening void of nothing.
"You are to be there in 3 days time," he continued as he reached for the knife implanted into the tree, grasping it firmly and wrenching it free with a solid tug, "do nothing, observe and maintain order. Should an intrusion of sorts manifest itself, dispose of it regardless of its threat level," he pocketed the knife and fixed the frame of his spectacles once more.
She could do little, but gaze at him with a weak hatred, containing herself was the best she could do to prevent something utterly stupid from happening on her part. She was smart.
"We'll be back in ten days time as planned," he hopped down to the ground below as he spoke, ignoring her completely.
"Most everything else is outlined for you and were placed in your quarters—follow it. Whoever is there has been prepped for your coming, now you best get going, Karin is acting as an interim warden in your place right now and I'd like you to relieve her of those duties as soon as possible," he paused for a moment as he craned his neck to fix her with a dead gaze, "don't fuck up," and with that, in contrast to his arrival, he vanished leaving only the trail of upturned dirt and flattened grass in the wake of his apparent omnipotence.
Tayuya's gaze lingered in the spot of his shadow a moment longer, gathering her thoughts as she stared into the bleakness of the now empty woodland. She brought her hand to her nose, wiping away at the fragile line of broken skin, smothering of the finite trail of blood between her fingers as she slowly eased herself upright again.
She inhaled a deep breath through the nose and held it in her chest as she allowed her eyes to close and her mind to reel in back upon itself to study that wretched mockery of her character just a moment ago.
"Dammit!"
Date: Incarceration Day 032
Attending Physician(s): Y. Kabuto
Patient: JUN09K – Jinchūriki (U. Naruto)
ExaminationParses:
Procedure(s) 70a: Continued experiments with minor limb amputation (organ removal):
DETAIL: Planned amputation of the test subject's left index finger
RESULT: Test subject is unable to completely restore a lost extremity, the left index finger in this case to be exact. In hindsight, the Jinchūriki's body is indeed capable of repossession of a discarded limb and able to once more relay connection and cognitive function to it if held within relative proximity to the body (within 1 centimeter).
Needless to say it should be assumed major limb and organ removal should yield similar results, though I dare say I may have a harder time procuring Orochimaru-sama's blessing for that.
Maybe…
End log…
Back to the present
"Here it is," Karin spoke quickly as she fished out the last key of the set for the door.
"The hell are there so many locks on this door," Zaku, asked crudely as he continued to eye the young warden as she manipulated the steel to steel union, "especially for a kid."
"As I told you before, the only information I was given was that Orochimaru-sama didn't want anything to happen to this kid so if this is what he wants this is what he gets," she replied in a hurry as she turned the key on to its side earning her a loud 'clank' as the final lever opened.
"I'm just sayin' this seems a bit extreme, not like segregation got much better security then something like this," he noted casually eyeing the intricacy of the massive door that housed his current mission parameters. "I mean look at this damn thing, a five stage lock, warding seals, binding seals, silencing seals, the works."
Karin sighed mentally rolling her eyes as she gripped the handle of the door, pulling the lever up as the last of the giant dead bolts slowly slid out and rocked back into place with another loud 'clank'.
She turned to regard her 'escorts, the frame of her glasses sliding slightly down the bridge of her nose, "just be careful with him when I'm done. This is my first association with him as well and apparently he's in a fragile state and I don't want Orochimaru-sama's wrath raining down on me for some idiotic blunder I had no control over," she began as she steadily wrenched the massive door open which, in spite of its size, slid rather easily open as the aforementioned door set off a series of trip seal for the chakra charged lights that slowly flickered and hummed on.
"Once again, I don't wan--."
"Well shit, do you have any gloves?"
"Do you know what is going to happen soon; what happened the last time?"
The beast queried without even moving a muscle in its jaw but instead imposed its will upon the mind of his jailor. If nothing more he wouldn't waste his energy to speak to a creature that was below him. No, not in this realm of the boy's mind, he would make him listen…
The boy would hear his thoughts this time…
Naruto turned a tired eye from his corner of the room, a weary and far off haze in his eyes as he wiped away at the corner of his mouth and spit the last foul contents of bile from his mouth as he hardened his glare. It had taken several moments, but the sense of renewed calm and clear thinking had come to him quicker then he anticipated.
He'd been here before…knew this voice, this beast within, and yet…
"How am I supposed to know? What am I supposed to remember? There is nothing in here! NOTHING," he growled as he conjured up the most menacing and scornful look he could muster from his pitiful state of disarray on the floor.
The devil grinned, baring its massive maw of canines as he released a powerful breath, a sickly fog of hot, rank filth through out the room; his murderous eye widening in delight as a deep and boisterous chuckle emanated from him resonating off the walls and shaking the very ground on which he stood.
"972 days ago that elder human put a seal on you, do you remember where he put it and what it was for?"
"No, no, no, no…I don't know. I don't know. I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"
"The old human was a seal master but still that boy out there is an oblivious fool to have not found it yet. It'll be long gone before he gets back and you'll remember everything even if it breaks you! I'll make sure of that."
"Demon," Naruto spoke harshly as he rolled over onto his forearm easing his head back against the wall and closed his eyes to formulate his next set of words…
But he had gone silent…
"Why, why, won't you say of anything!? Why won't you tell me anything," he trailed off.
"HAHA the audacity of you putrescent scum grimly amuses me! Who are you to ask anything of me?! Wallow in your confusion and loathe me for my feigned ignorance."
Naruto sank further into the warm viscous cesspool beneath him taking a steady breath and a heavy sigh as he tried to calm himself. To think, for once, before speaking or acting on any emotion was a hard thing to do in the heat of such a moment, especially for one such as himself whose patience was as long and thin as a withered piece of yarn.
Think Naruto…stay calm…think…
Patience, the Third had once chided, was a pillar of martial genius however and whenever it was used. But patience had never come easy to Naruto, and even when it had its presence never lasted long lest a goal be set before his eyes.
He raised a hand to his brow rubbing at the moisture that had formed, smearing the gelatinous 'liquid' across the front of his forehead. Puzzled but not quite alarmed he placed his hand before him to examine the foreign substance, rubbing the warm muck between his fingers lost in his own thoughts…
"I grow weary of our time spent together, your presence hear sickens me and your idiocy grotesque," the demon's deafening roar rattled throughout the sizeable room, shaking and rippling the once still water and bathing the 'container' in a warm torrent of his foul rotted pant of dissension.
Naruto raised his weary sight from his hand to regard the brute just as the shimmering pool of fiery red essence that extended from within the cage caught his attention. The visceral liquid seemed animated, sentient in movement as it began to steadily boil and snake its way around him.
"Fear not, for if you will not take the first step towards redemption then I shall drag you there myself!"
Naruto's sights locked on as his senses went from dreary and disinterested into high alert in an instant as he made to jump to his feet. Yet as quickly as he stood was he resituated on the floor, trapped by the growing amoeba of power that had found its way latched on to him, suddenly leeching him of what little strength and stamina he had left in his already exhausted tank.
Helpless, powerless, defenseless…so many 'less' terms to use all of them applicable as the power that surrounded him, consumed him whole. Like a mighty python, it coiled around him, constricting its tremendous girth and sapping the strength from his limbs as it slowly began to overwhelm the carefully hidden portion of sanity he had stored away.
He couldn't breathe the power of demons too much to handle as he slowly felt the early onset of suffocation reach his lungs. Each futile gasp for air rewarding him with fire in his throat that seared his lungs and burned his mind to the power that entered as he convulsed beneath the influence of the omnipotence around him.
His legs wouldn't move, his arms wouldn't lift, but his eyes…his eyes could still see as they refocused themselves onto the beast within the cage in which the power was connected.
It began to retract slowly as the splayed out leash of power was drawn in closer to the gate before him.
He watched, as his vision began to consolidate itself into a veil of red darkness, easing him into submission as he was supplanted before the towering gate before him.
"I am in control…for now."
"Shi--, dammit," Zaku raged as the key in which to breech the lock on the boy's right arm slipped from his grasp, his hand slick in the blood of his charge already covered his hands and made the task that much harder.
"Why didn't you tell us the shit was gonna be like this," he snarled as he quickly bent over and snatched the key from the floor again.
Karin spared herself the trouble of having to look at the boy as she jotted down the last of her thoughts and evaluations before answering, "I'm not going to bother answering the same question again," she shrugged not turning to regard the revolting image again. The painful sight already branding itself on the forefront of her mind for the rest of her lifetime, she knew as much, and it took a monumental effort of her own resolve to not renege her duties right then and there.
Poor child, she mentally sympathized as she winced lightly at the rattling of chains and the incessant dripping and pooling of blood that threatened to send her over the edge and running out of the room hysterically.
She had thought she'd seen the worst the world had to offer, but this…this was beyond the scope of the extreme.
"Should we remove the helm," it was Dosu this time, his soft voice rattling her from her pondering as she turned to regard him.
"Excuse me," he responded with a light tap of his knuckle on the boy's steel incased cranium.
"No, no, leave it on," she spoke, trying her damnedest to stay civil and composed, "just take the neck clamp off and get him down to segregation lobbying chamber when you finish. I'll meet you down there after I get this stuff up to the lab," she hurried as she made her way to the door, the thick stench of blood overloading her senses threatening to send her spiraling into a fit of nausea.
"You got it," Dosu reached up behind the boy's head, easing his head to the side as he situated his arm between the crook of his neck and shoulder as he moved the boy's head aside and pulled at the clamp on his neck, easing the key into the lock when he felt it.. So sudden was the movement that he had not even a moment to recognize the instant tension in air pulled taut and wrapped around his neck
The hot, wet gout of his own blood that splashed out from his gut and onto his leg, soaking his pant leg in his own mortality as the protruding arm of his assailant found its way lodged in and through what used to be his untouched mid section.
The air turned to lead, heavy, as the sky began to fall in around him; dark black striations of vertical falling rain rose from the ground as the boy's head slowly began to turn under the pressure applied and regard him from behind the metal curtain.
It was when the captive eyes met captor did Dosu finally see what it was that was so unshakable about this child… Evil, he had discerned, evil was looking at him from behind that wall of steel as the two unrelenting and unblinking eyes of the devil gazed at him, crimson onto black he felt himself wither and falter under its monumental the glare of evil.
He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, but none of that mattered as the pressure of death weighed itself down on him and slowly began to asphyxiate him as the unchained beast before him rose from the ground, his arm implanted within him holding him steady as the darkness closed in and the only thing visible was his own violent demise.
His trembling breath, caught in his throat as the suctioning sound of foreign arm lodged within him intensified as he pushed ever deeper within him before grasping at the small of his spine and wrenching the…
"Hah! I got it," Zaku exclaimed as he looked over at his cohort, his demeanor quickly changed as he noticed his distress.
"Hey Dosu? You okay," he asked as he stood and made his way to him.
"Dosu," he tried once more, "hey you, answer me," he spat as he reached to grab the nin in question.
"Stay back," he croaked as he felt limply to the ground, his eyes widened his body language visibly indicating he was shaken, "stay back I said," as he lifted his newly fashioned melody arm and braced it with the other waiting to unleash its fury on all those present.
"Dosu, it's me! Zaku!" He tried as he raised his hands up in mock surrender.
"Don't fuck with me," he screamed weakly, perspiration drenching his now paled face as his eyes hurriedly scanned the room before quickly focusing in on the comatose horror in front of him, "get the hell out of the way," he roared at Zaku as he aimed his arm up, intent on destroying the beast before him.
"What?"
"I said get the fuck out of the way! Gonna kill this evil shit right here before he wakes up and kills us all!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Shut up! Just shut up and get the fuck out of the way!"
"What the hell is going on in here," Karin's voice shot as she entered the room, visibly flustered as she entered the cell, albeit begrudgingly, a second time.
"Dosu's gone mental," he retorted as he looked back at his partner in crime.
"Well," she replied as she eyed the brown haired boy kneeling before the bloody husk chained before him, "what's wrong with…" But she never finished as a sharp pain found itself implanted in her chest as she stuttered a moment as her vision had already begun to blur as the hot wet splash of moisture slapped suddenly against her face.
Her ragged breaths threatened to stop as their unsteady repetition barely filled her straining lungs as she dared not look down to see what possibly gruesome sight lay just beyond her field of vision. Her eyes began to burn, unshed tears threatened to spill as she tried desperately to hold them at bay. One blink, then two, then three four and five, she began in rapid succession, failing miserably as the hot trail of her own fear seeped steadily down her cheeks taking with it a heavy feel as they streaked and stuttered down.
She knew what this was…
The intent to Kill…
But never had she experienced nor felt one as potent or savagely primal as this, and never had it been so hard to break. No, this wasn't the normal intent to kill; this couldn't possibly have been human. She turned her eyes to the frozen image of the two moronic genin stuck in time, focusing on their faces stationary in the moment when the intent had befallen her.
She needed to clear her mind, to think of how to break this without breaking herself in the process. Karin began to concentrate on them when the sudden flare of radiant red caught her eye and her sights, if only for a moment, caught the swirling sight of chaos socketed behind the confines of that soiled mask on the chained boy's face.
A primitive trance took over her body as the ancient fury of death began to slide itself around her rational mind wrapping around her delicately exposed person and suffocating the life…until she blinked. Within that split second it vanished the boy in tow leaving behind the eviscerated remains of the two sound genin's ripped and shredded pieces behind as the only sign of their existence as the rest was spread violently against the blood soaked walls.
As for the assailant, gone with the wind with only the clambering of unhooked chains and the incessant dripping and the heavy thud of her soaring pulse rate rattling in her ears…
Oh Lord...
A tug at her chest again, and the wheezing inconsistency of her own breathing caught up with her once more as her mind blanked for just a moment and allowed her a moment to peer down.
Oh Please, oh please, oh please no…
Karin wanted to scream, 'bloody murder, bloody murder', she would have said but her voice had abandoned her, left her to contend and fight on her own against…this. This wasn't the intent to kill, she reasoned this was the death process, she was dying now! This was death, she surmised as she witnessed the bloody appendage known as her heart beat rhythmically in the blood drenched hand of her killer.
KAI! KAI! KAI DAMMIT!!!
Thump…thump…thump…she watched it hypnotically pulse in his hand as he slowly began to tighten his grasp on it. The pressure on her heart, the constriction, she could feel it as it got tighter and tighter and tighter…
KA-aaaI!!!
Thump, thump, thump, thump… First puncture was in the left atrium, she felt the hot searing stab of a thousand needles drop head first through out her body as she opened her mouth and let out a muted scream of pain as the tears began to flow quicker, harder, and hotter.
The devilish whisper was hot against the lobe of her left ear sending a resounding shiver down her spine as her attacker began to nuzzle her neck in a macabre sort of affectionate manner…
His breath was warm against her neck, hot, hurried, and impatient, as he gently began to nibble at the nape of the crook in her neck while doubly raising his corporal offering higher still yet till it was eyelevel with her own as she watched in morbid horror…
"No, no, no, no," she pleaded softly, forgotten was her decency and pride cast aside. "Put it back, put it back…please…" but her cry for mercy would fall on deaf ears as his grip finally tightened and crushed her bloodied spirit just inches from her face.
With one last soul dredging cry she collapsed and reality ensued once more in the silent domicile of the cell.
Zaku and Dosu in unison turned to regard the haggard scream of their superior in surprise as the rag doll motion her body took, joints unlocking and muscling loosening, as she fell unceremoniously into a heap of unconscious horror onto the ground before them.
"What the hell," Zaku was the first to speak stood up and walked over to his traumatized comrade.
"Its this shit man, it's this fuck right here in FRONT OF US," Dosu was hysterical now as he looked on, eyes twitching and head on a swivel as they moved in rapid motion from prisoner to victim and back again.
"Would you shut the hell up! Baggage man, everyone here is just full of some crazy shit," Zaku announced over his shoulder as he place his hand on Karin's neck to check her pulse…
"Man fuck you, I'll just…"
"Yea, yea, whatever," Zaku waved off the insult as he hoisted the comatose warden onto his shoulder, "Come on lets get her to the medical ward, we'll finish this later," he started with an impatient snarl as he made way for the entrance.
"Hey and shut the door while you're at it okay?"
…
"You hear me? Or are you still letting that crazy get to," he turned only to stop his tirade mid sentence at the sight before him. He couldn't tell if his eyes were lying to him or if what was happening before him was real till the blood curdling muffled scream of his partner reached his ears and wretchedly pungent odor of smoldering flesh filled his nostrils.
His eyes lay witness to power, of an origin unknown, pulsating freely now as the 'boy's', if that was what he truly was, sizeable paw gripped itself firmly on his colleague's face, melting flesh under the heated wave of red chakra that now seeped from every pore and flooded the room with a presence not at all human. Dosu's frantic clawing, his smothered wailing, doing little to win over mercy in his assailant as he felt himself lifted from the ground.
"Holy shit," was all Zaku could say as he dumped his charge onto the ground without a second thought, catching the attention of the violent 'thing' as his head turned sharply to regard the disturbance, watching him through the eyes shaded as of blood onto the moon, before turning back to flailing victim in his grasp with a guttural hiss.
"Piece of shit, don't disrespect me" Zaku growled raising his bandaged arms together as he directed the weapons within his palms at his foe as he began channel the necessary amount of chakra to execute his maneuver. He had to focus though; first time always was the hardest, as he briefly closed his eyes and concentrated…
It was the primal roar of the predator within that snapped his conscious and caused his focus to waver as the dull thud and pained grunt of his friend's (though he used the term lightly) carcass as it slammed against the far wall of the cell. The beast turned on him, his vision cemented behind that metal veil that was meant to 'contain' mental stimuli and disrupt the flow of power through the seventh gate proved little more then a menacing contraption hoping to hide the uncertainty of a man's inability to comprehend the savage nature of the natural world.
The clanking of the chains brought him forth from his mental daydream as the tightening tension on each link shook violently with each powerful tug of his arm. The sound of the straining steel on steel as the material was bent and stressed against the pressure as he gazed at him eye to eye.
Zaku's composure had come to him once more as the sound of concrete smashing onto linoleum shook him from his hypnosis and awe was replaced with panic as the boy keeled over at the waist, driving both nail and flesh through the solid surface of the ground and gripped and pulled to free himself from his confines.
Zaku leveled his sights and pointed his hands at the loosely chained prisoner as the steady sound of suctioning air grew slowly at first from a gentle hiss to a full blown vacuum of power as it mixed in with his own chakra within the cavity in his shoulder.
Zankuukyokuha, it was the premium, the cream of the crop, the best attack he had in his arsenal and the reason for the surgery in his arms to implement the titanium bit of tubing. A devastating concoction of his own chakra infused with the air around him to release a directionally focused deadly wave of super concentrated airwaves and supersonic sound into an area leaving nothing behind but the shredded aftermath of his fury. It was his lord's greatest gift onto him and one he would make full use of…
Damn the consequences of destroying his master's pet project, he knew his actions here today at this moment and preserving the life or lives if Dosu was still alive, would prove exponentially more useful to Orochimaru-sama's will then any twisted endeavor that lived within the recesses of this desert outlet…
Yesss…his eyes snapped as one of last bindings of the chain was ripped from the wall and the boy's outstretched back muscles elongated in feline motion as he began to pull at the last restraint…
"This is it for you demon," ugh, he mentally winced at the poor choice of words, but it mattered little as a sinister sneer stitched its way across his lips before he began his glorious summit to the top…
"ZANKUU--," the unleashed abomination of predator instinct roared in furious opposition as a heated blast of crimson chakra burst forth from his body and a momentous kick of energy snapped the last chain from the wall, whipping the mangled steel forward and cratering into the far side of the room. Almost instantaneously he had covered the small distance between them with a single tremendous leap of raw muscular power. Lunging forward with his hands spread wide and a murderous glint raging behind the metal grate atop his head did he bare down on him before his titanic grasp clenched around his adversaries exposed hands and cinching down with bone shattering force. A menacing glare from within the darkened metal helm permeated the air as a hot jet of superheated air was exhaled, pluming just out from his mouth in spite of the warmth of the room.
Zaku was, to say the least, caught off guard by the sudden rip in reality. Whoever this was was turning out to be a force to seriously be reckoned with—but not one that could overwhelm him. No the great him was not to be treated as some secondary power before this. He grit his teeth and glared, ignoring the creeping sense of insanity in his mind and shutting down all rational thought as he refocused his energy to the task at hand. He would overcome power with a greater power and this fool would be his first victim, as without even the slightest inclination to a pause he resumed his attack…
"Zankuukyokuha (Ultimate Air Slicing Blast)," he roared as he forcibly expelled the stored energy at 100% devastation against the pressed palms on his…and yet the power, the force, the energy everything had gone wrong as the massive jet waves of pure unleashed chakra ripped through his vision in all directions as the whipping sensation of fresh blood streaked its way across his face. The sickening sound of bursting flesh echoed down the hall and the resulting torrent of power destroyed all that was behind him before smashing into the far wall eliciting a thunderous crack at the end of the hall.
Zaku's grip on the boy weakened, falling away and to his side limply without control as they swung at his sides and dangled like old willow branches. He glared at the victor, what little emotion left in his now broken mind vanished as he slumped to his knees and prostrated himself, although unwilling, to his fate.
His Shinobi career was over; he knew it before the sound of the crumbling rubble off in the distance behind him had started to fall and pile on the ground. He glared at his opponent, the one who had snatched his dreams, his desire, his purpose away from before it had truly ever begun.
The beast watched him fall, noting with a feral grin, although hidden, the sight of ripped and torn flesh along the length of his arm as the specially modified 'gift' of his splintered its way through the soft tissue along the length of his forearm with a detestable gurgling sound as a steady sputter of blood and sinew leaked forth from gashes in his skin by the protruding tubing.
He swayed from side to side, his equilibrium visibly off as the massive pool of blood beneath him took its toll on his body and he felt himself slowly begin to lose consciousness. Zaku didn't would never admit, never cry out in pain and show weakness even before his executioner. No the searing pain that rocketed its way through his now useless arms was a temporary discomfort and not worth the hit it would be to his pride before he ascended into the afterlife. He would not kowtow just before death, as his body steadily slumped forward and onto the ground.
The Kyūbi sentient Naruto eyed his fallen victim with disgust as he raised his bare foot and placed it squarely on the temple of his prone casualty with little remorse as he slowly began to apply pressure…
"Fuck you," was the last words that Zaku would ever speak in this life or another…
Tayuya tugged roughly at the wind torn cloak that had fallen down around her shoulders, covering her exposed skin from the abrasive wind and the shining sun as she peered through the dust laden outskirts of the desolate northern wastes.
"Worthless land," she griped, as she raised a hand to her brow blocking the renewed vigor of the dirt kicked up by the gusting wind from her eyes as she entered the valley of towering stone spires in which the northern hideout was hidden.
She spied the obscure entrance, buried beneath the shadow of one the massive stone mesas. The closer she got the more the overwhelming sense of unease took hold of her. It wasn't a sense of dread or disdain but one of, though she would never dare admit, the slightest hint of panic and a hidden trepidation as she bore down on the darkened hollow…
She reached within her garb and removed her salvation in the form of a steel flute, clutching it tightly in her grasp as she stood just on the outer steps leading in to the deadly chamber, noticing as soon as she did the gravity of the situation…
It was quiet; the only sounds were that of her slowly increasing pulse as her heart began to beat faster and her breathing hitching within her throat in slow in consistent huffs and wheezes…this overbearing feeling. This deafening silence, she knew all too well what this was as her knuckles began to turn white and she cautiously entered deeper into the northern hideout…
Death was in the air…
Author's Note
Sorry I didn't update sooner (that is quite an understatement). I just wrote one draft then deleted it and then just worked on this one day by day. No excuses from me just procrastinated and got very little done, I am the proto typical type to start strong and meander off onto other things when I should really stay focused, hence the self imposed procrastination title. Note to self for chapter IV: stay focused.
ON the Nine Tails Fox
Don't read too much into Kyūbi's actions or expect him to do anything like train or be Naruto's friend or adopt him or some convoluted agenda of a proposed Demon Lord. As much as I detest Kyūbi/Naruto interactions in fiction there was no way around how I was going to progress the story without that bridge, so while he is a major character his role is implied rather then cast. There will be none of the popular "KIT" business in this story, if I were to sum it up in one phrase.
**Title is the name of a song and album by a progressive rock band (no lyricist a.k.a. singing) called God is an Astronaut
Terminology/Clarification for Here am I, Send Me:
Allograft: A transplant in which transplanted cells, tissues, or organs are sourced from a genetically non-identical member of the same species (I.E. Human A to Human B)
Hypovolemic Shock: a particular form of shock in which the heart is unable to supply enough blood to the body. It is caused by blood loss or inadequate blood volume.
Septic Shock: a particular form of shock caused by decreased tissue perfusion and oxygen delivery as a result of infection and sepis, though the microbe may be systemic or localized to a particular site.
Acute Hemolytic Transfusion Reaction: A transfusion reaction due to ABO blood type incompatibility. It results from rapid destruction (Hemolysis) of the donor red blood cells by host antibodies.
** (Note: Hyper Acute reactions are a fictitious creation of my own imagination)
Once again place any questions, suggestions, compliments and reviews in the form of either a review or a PM. I read them all and am thankful for each and every one of them…
Sneak Peek:
Chapter IV: Exsanguination
There were only a few seats in there, no more then ten or twelve from my count in all, splayed out across the whole of the room with a single chair in the middle. Bolted and tied to the ground, I wasn't sure if it was for killin' people or for judging them but I knew right then that day that that chair would be mine to sit in for one reason or another for a long time to come…
Thank you reading and look forward to Chapter IV!!!
-Ark12