He just screamed. He slammed open the stone door and bolted down the hall way, silver hair streaming behind him. His breath shrieking out in hyperventilated measure, he dodged down a few more corners, then stumbled as he over-balanced, fell and skidded into a corner. There he curled up into a ball, whimpering and crying. A tall figure then walked around the corner, approaching him with measured steps.
"Kabuto," The man began, but the young boy whispered in a terrified voice,
"No more... you can't make me do that..."