I don't own Naruto, if I did there would be a lot of queer people and more gore. Speaking of gore, this chapter gets pretty bloody. Another warning: I'm a newer author and I have a taste for dramatics. Seriously, I'm terrible, and I love it. I apologize for nothing.
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自由
Jiyū
Freedom
Rat wakes up to the feeling of bugs crawling across her skin. Without thinking, she slaps her face, and watches as flies scatter. As her senses return to her, Rat realizes the hand touching her face is covered in rusty red, 'blood, this is blood.' Then the smell hits her. It's putrid and heavy. It's the smell of death. Her legs are asleep, but when she looks down, there's a man spread across them. Rat tries to wipe the blood off her face and only succeeded in spreading it. Slowly, she pulls herself from below the dead man. The room is filled with burn corpses, but the man wasn't lucky enough to die that way. He's missing his fingers and they lay in a puddle of blood along with what looks like teeth. 'Had the boy done this?' She pushes herself away. 'I can't stay here, I need to leave. What if there's still people here?' Her eyes focus on the door. It's open, hanging on an angle, and beckoning her. Rat pushes herself up and with shaky, uneven steps, she heads forward. ' A few more steps, just a few more until I'm free.' Rat walks, step by step, stumbling down the hall. She doesn't know how long she walks, but her blurry eyes finally meet light. She's not sure when she started running, but her breath is coming in gasps and her steps have quickened. 'I will not remain in this hell.' Rats hand curls around the edge of the door and slams open. She is free. The light almost blinds her, the forest is a stark contrast to the white room she has grown accustomed to. Rat wants to lay down in the grass and cry, but the sound of foot steps behind her interrupts her joy. Rat spins, facing the person behind her, a man in a lab coat. He's as bloody as her, and his hands hold knife. "You, you aren't supposed to be alive." He spits his words at her. " I saw him, he inject all of the serum straight into your blood stream. No one survives that. You are what we've been trying to create for so long, the only thing remaining from six years of research. I'm not letting you leave." Rat doesn't understand most of what the man says, but the last part is clear. To this man, she is just a test animal. Rat isn't sure how it happens, but one moment she can barely walk, and the next, she is filled with anger. He has a knife, he thinks she is weak. Her whole body stops shaking, and she lunges. Her hands go to his eyes, fingers digging and pulling. He's dropped the knife, but she doesn't reach for it. A knife is to impersonal, she wants to taste his blood. Her teeth snap against his neck, and she pulls back. Rat loves the sound he makes. It's a sort of hiss and whimper. He stops flailing, and she pulls her fingers from his eye sockets. There's blood all over, she tastes rust her mouth. She's shaking again, the anger and bloodlust is gone. 'What have I done? What's wrong with me?' Rat's stomach twists, and she gags. There's no food for her to throw up, so instead she coughs up blood and stomach acid all over the dead man's face. Rat can't look at him any more. The forest has lost all its wonder for her, she just wants to leave. Rat doesn't know how long she walks, but the forest starts thinning out. She hears the sound of water, and a few trees later her feet hit what looks like a stream. Rat drops to her knees a gulps a huge mouthful. 'Why can't I get the taste of blood out of my mouth?' Everything is blurring, and when she leans down to take another gulp, her vision goes black. "Hey, there's some body in the water!" "What? Quick, pull them out. Go get Tazuna." Rat feels rough hand grab a her. "Shit, it's just a child. Who would dump a innocent kid in the Maluk river?" 'Innocent child? I'm far from it. At this point I'm just a rat, but I am very much alive, so I suppose it doesn't matter what I am.'
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Wow. Ok, I have no excuse for the gore it this. Please tell me if I messed up with spelling, writing at two in the morning tends to lead to mistakes. After checking my traffic stats, I've decided I'm not doing so well. But if someone sees this, tell me who I should pair with my shitty oc. Maybe say hi... I'm lonely. Yes, I'm fishing for comments, but they are what motivate me.