Chapter 2

Two guards drag Sakura down a dimly lit, concrete, 8 feet wide by 9 feet tall, hallway.

Stopping in front of a small cell, one guard opens the door, and then they throw her in.

Sakura begins to wake up. Gathering herself only slightly, she understands her situation. Along the dark hallway there are more cells on either side, some with prisoners, some empty. Each one is only a square room made of concrete with one open side with bars running vertically and a door made of said bars. A thin cot sits in the far corner.

She slides back, and sits up kind of slumped against the far wall one leg out straight and the other bent with her hand resting on her knee, her head hanging. Outwardly she appears crushed.

A strange slapping sound comes from deeper in the dark hallway.


Somewhere else in the dungeon, in another cell, a young boy is slumped up against the wall the same as Sakura, but with a completely different aura, one of gloom and darkness but not the kind that makes an enemy feel victorious or even sympathetic, one that drags an enemy into itself and forces its way into their soul. Even the other prisoners strayed away from it, choosing the farthest they could to sit in their cells.

The owner didn't care, he was busy with a personal power struggle, the more his hatred grew the more the pain grew, and along with the pain came a power that threatened to take over.

He couldn't attack the guards, they had already proved that even if you succeeded in killing one or two more would come and you would be met with immediate deadly force, executed in your cell.

The bars were enhanced metal to resist force, theoretically if one were strong enough they could break or bend them like any others, but the real problem was the fact that they had a seal placed on them that would reflect chakra, while not completely effective, it stopped elemental attacks. He knew he could attempt to use fire jutsu to melt the bars, even if the fire had no effect the heat would. But the heat would also practically cook him in the cell. And even if he did, by the time he softened the specialized bars with enough steady heat, as to not heat up too large of an area, he would be exhausted, and most likely unable to escape all the way to freedom.

So there he sat in the dark. His aura making the dark seem welcoming and open so long as it was away from him.

A strange slapping sound came from deeper in the hallway.


I am not really sure what the next chapter should be about, I will try to stick with the gloomy but I am not sure if that will work out. But please review and point out things I can do better.