1Authors note: thoughts are italicized. This second installment is a little dark. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2
"Battosai, we need your help!"
The young man quickly got up and put his pure red hair into the normal high ponytail. As he got out of his tent, a large, black cloud arose from the center of the cluster of tents.
"No! This can't be. Commander! I'm coming." Battosai cried.
When he got there, things seemed pretty bad. The commander's tent, Battosai's only true friend in the war, was burned to the ground.
"What's the status on Commander." he yelled.
"Sir, it's beginning to look very bad. I'm afraid," there was a long pause, "he isn't going to make it. But that's not it. There was a note, sir, that said 'I'm watching you. So you better watch your back.'"
At that, Battosai stood there, stunned, with the look of fear in his eyes.
"What's wrong sir. There seems to be something bothering you."
"Nothing! Just, leave me alone!"
"Yes sir!"
Everyone knew not to mess with the Battosai, for there were rumors spreading across the camp saying that he would even kill his own men. He was feared by all, except for the commander. That was why the commander was his only friend, and now here was the almighty Battosai, being toyed with by some unknown person. He was going to get that man, for that much he knew. He was waiting for this encounter. Yet, he was going on with life as normal.
Why is this happening to me? Who is the man that is torturing me. I'm not going to fall to his tactics. That's what he wants me to do. I know it. I'm ready for him.
While he was thinking. He ended up wandering out into the woods. When he realized this, he heard that sinister voice again.
"I am coming for you. You better be ready, for the time that I strike could be anytime. Even in your sleep."
"Show yourself you worthless coward. I'm ready to face you. Come on out and fight!"
Battosai went out that night breathing raggedly. He had never felt this before during his entire life. He was feeling the one thing he never thought possible, fear. He was sweating hard, as if he had been fighting for hours. The night was long, and he was too afraid to fight anyone, so he hid himself from view, when he began to head home.