Saiyo
This whole scene reminded me of something. A sudden memory hits me like a brick, oh yah... that's what it reminded me of. The day my village was wiped out by a single shinobi. I collapse to the ground starting to shake. This was not a memory I wished to remember. Something pretty much on the same level as this. Gaara looks down at me shaking and kneels down. With a comforting hand on my shoulder he asks
"should I get the teddy?"
I nod my voice gone from the shock of the memory. He nods in return then turns to Sai. " You need to go after her. I'll catch up as soon as I get something."
Sai nods and half jumps half slips out the blood encrusted window.
Kaji
I lost control of my body as my lungs stop working. Extreme twitches rack my body as the world starts to go dark. I look to the nurse beside me, but she wasn't there. In her place was my father.
But... but he's dead... panicking and trying to breath, I look around me, to come face to face with my mother. She's crying, her tears red and bloody. Her dark hair in a knotted mess is hanging slightly in front of her pale, tear stained face. In her arms my little brother covered in blood. He looked the same as how I left him the day I killed him, guts missing , chunks of flesh missing, and blood every were. The only differences were that his chest was moving up and down and his head was turning slowly towards me. He turns his eyeless, blood stained face towards me, and I scream. I couldn't help it and for some reason my parent's names leave my throat in a high pitched screech of anger and fear. That's when something snapped in me, and the blood lust took over. I jumped from the bed at the nearest person, my father, and tear him apart. I look at his face to discover it was no longer him. The body beneath me had turned back into the nurse. There was a look of horror on her face, but that didn't matter to me. What mattered was killing my father again. Why were all the people I killed coming back to haunt me lately? Well that question would have to be answered latter because I suddenly spot my father again. He was standing behind my mother with his usual smug smirk on his face. I get up and quickly jump the bed, grabbing my mother's head as I go. Once I land I take my mother's head and smash it into my father's face with all my strength, making her skull collapse in my hand and my father's face squish and deform. I continue to smash his face in with the remains of her head, until all that's left is a bloody pit with bits of brain matter floating around. Like with the other body I tear this one to shreds, then do the same to hers. I hear a movement beside me and a brave person grabs my shoulders, trying to pull me off the bodies. The blood on them makes the person's grip slip and I look over as they fall to the ground. On the ground is my brother, the same as he had been on my mother's lap. Blood is dripping from his eye sockets as he gets off the ground and goes for me again. Before he can touch me again though I lash out and make deep scratches on his face, then rip at his exposed throat. A large chunk comes off in my fingers followed by a gush off blood, that sprayed every were. By now I'm completely into the blood lust and it doesn't matter who I kill. I rip through the last person in the room, a nurse cowering in the corner. Her guts and flesh goes every were along with large splatters off blood. With no one left in the room, I carefully listen to my surrounds. That's when the sounds of feet running hits my ears and at the same time as the laughing and chatting voices of people out the window.
I head to the window and am just about to slip out off it as three people burst into the room. I look back one last time and grin, showing my blood lust, then jump to the ground far below.