If any of you saw my Instagram a while back, I did mention continuing this fanfic, just because I hadn't ended it with the original ending that I had in mind, and I honestly thought that I had rushed it a bit. So basically you guys can go and ignore 'Insulted Prey:Ghostly vengeance' if you wish to, only because I'm still debating on whether or not killing off the same, or different character(S). So yeah, with that out the way, starting off from the last chapter(I might change the name of it idk), here is a very,in my opinion, metaphorical and psychological dive into the mind of one of the ninja.
Hold on, please, hold on!
Tired, yes. Confused, yes. Lost… most definitely.
He let his legs swing calmly off the edge of the wooden bench at the side of the gravely pavement, fingers gripping the wood intently as the wind breezed through his hair. He was in a park. Empty. Alone. Peaceful. Perfect. He had yet to understand why the beautiful park was so deserted, considering what an amazing day it was, but hey, that was the least of his worries at the moment.
In fact, he had no worries at all. He was pretty certain where he was; he'd spoke about wanting to experience this wonderful place many times before to his friends and family, concluding that they had been nice enough to arrange such a day out. He grinned, kicking his legs about like an excited child, despite the the rain running down his cheeks.
This rain…he couldn't see it, only feel it as it trailed down his face in slow, salty streams. Irritated, his rubbed his eyes in mild frustration, not liking the odd tasting raindrops. Letting himself see again he watched as another person jogged past him, clad in a black sports bra and orange leggings. The girl ignored the boy's existence as she continued with her, the purple design on her shoulder blade catching his brief attention, before she disappeared into the… never mind.
Phew, the invisible rain had stopped. Smiling once more, he yawned and stretched his arms upwards, leaning back comfortably in the beach with his eyes closed. Suddenly he scrunched up his face, the rain hitting the bridge of his nose with a painful force. Sitting up and apart, the boy was definitely sure that this was no rain. This was blood.
Quickly he looked in the direction the girl had gone off in, calling for her to come back and find help, but it no use, for she had ran into the closest building, he knew that because he had heard the door close and the sound of greetings in the far away distance. But now a new figure made an appearance, calmly taking a seat on the clean bench next to the very bloody teenager. The young boy started at the newcomer with great tiredness, clearly confused.
"Are you lost?" The newcomer asked, tucking his chestnut hair behind one ear as he inched slightly closer to him. "Why are you here? It's all empty and alone, and you're treating it like it's some peaceful and perfect day out? Come back with me!" He watched as the anxious teen began to cup his palms and collect the raining blood, completely dazed in his imagination. "You don't need other people's blood on your hands for something that isn't your fault."
The blood was splashed out of his hands and onto the ground. The blood didn't stain it, however, nor did it stain the bench, nor the grass, nor the trees, and nor the random boy who was sitting next to him. It was only he who was covered in blood, much to his great dismay.
"Come on. Come back."
He's not coming back, I told you what I saw!
"Come back. We need you!" The brunet suddenly became extremely desperate, taking the other boy by surprise. The rain was pelting down harder than ever as the park darkened to an eerie, stormy sky, lightning bolts cracking with thunder and the wind whipped harshly through the two boys' hair. The brunet glanced nervously at his shoulder, grimacing as a few drops of blood hit him. "I can't live knowing that I left you here," More blood began to rain on the upset teen, the other boy staring at him with complete indecision.
One, two, three, go!
"I don't want your blood on me, it's not a nice feeling. Just come with me–" Another lightning bolt flashed in the dark sky, forcing the two to stumble off the bench. The talkative boy took hold of his new friend's hand, each flash moving them closer and closer to their destination as they desperately ran for their lives in the bloody rain.
"Come on, please, come on!"