The girl, small for her age due to malnourishment, hid behind the rattling bush. She watched as the man continued to hurt her mom and she was waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. Once in awhile he would tilt his head towards the sky and howl like a wild hound. That was what she was waiting for because it would be easy for her to slice the throat of the bald attacker.
She saw the moment coming as he began to look up. Her temperature sky-rocketed as her nerves began to hit her, but she pushed all pitiful emotions aside. She had to if she wanted to kill successfully.
That was one of the first things Orochi had taught her.
His cry rang through the air as her blade slit his throat in half. Blood bubbled out of the wound as he tried to speak, but all that could be heard was the gurgling and splattering of the scarlet goo as splashed onto the girl's mother. Both of the female's eyes were wide; one pair was out of fear that her daughter had killed a man right above her and the other's were hungry for blood, thirsty for the sounds of slaughter.
The girl looked down at the blonde woman and smirked, realizing she had power. She had the ability to end a life that had made her existence miserable. That woman was the reason there were scars on the young girl's wrists, her dad caused the burns on her thighs, and the sister was the source of the feast of poison berries. Now, she could make them feel the way she had felt for many years. The girl could kill them.
But she could not bring herself to let the blade dance upon her mother's body. No, she was not prepared for that, even though she had trained with the skilled Orochi for such an event.
The blonde woman saw that by the girl's expression. Even though she had her face scrunched up in anger and disgust, a sweet and loving child was still behind those aqua blue eyes. She laughed wickedly at this and stood up, merely glancing at the false lover's corpse.
"You treated my guest with such ugly manners, you pest. Why would you do such a thing?" Long, rough fingers gripped the girl's chin and pushed so that the were staring deeply into each other's eyes. "Hmm?"
The kunai plummeted towards the ground as the girl heard the evil intent in her mother's words. "I wanted to save you, mommy… He was hurting you and I love my family…"
"Stupid child, do you see that we despise your very existence? Why would you love us after that?"
"Because anyone can love! Anyone can learn to love! You can love me, so I want to show you I am worth it!" The girl screeched at the top of her lungs, hoping her words would reach her mom's ears.
The woman pushed the small figure to the forest floor, keeping her down by resting her bony knee against the girl's back. "No one can learn to love you. I will make sure of that, my idiot daughter."
The kunai, still soaked in the blood of the man, resting against the now exposed back of the girl. Slowly, as if savouring every second of the ordeal, the woman began cutting deeply into her skin and carving a symbol that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
"The word 'hate' doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about you. However, it is now sketched into your skin as a reminder that not all people are meant to be loved." She leaned closer to the girl's ear. "Do you still love your dear family now?"
There was not a single word muttered from the girl in response. Instead, heat began to course through her thin body. It began to radiate off her and, in no time at all, her skin was so hot it burnt the mother's hand, making her fall back in pain.
The girl began to shake as an inferno erupted around her, sending pieces of flaming forest debris flying. Her laughed swirled with the flames and echoed in the smoky air, making her voice seem deeper than normal. It felt like boiling chakra was seeping out of her body, coating her in an armor of energy. Once again, she felt the power to kill course through her veins. She wanted, no, needed blood on her hands and to taste the metallic liquid on her dry tongue.
This was the first time she ever unleashed her monster for a hunt, but it would not be the last.