A cold shiver ran down my spine and I noticed to my surprise that my hands were shaking.
I drew a shaky breath and braced myself, this was not the place I wanted to draw attention to myself but I had to get out of this situation.

"I am afraid I have nothing to give to you" thankfully my voice did not betray my nerves.

The sickening smile returned to his face and he shook his head.
"I think you have plenty to give" he spoke as his friends laughed.
"Look around we have you surrounded and you have no place to run, screaming is no use no one will come to help" he continued.

I felt nauseated and if that wasn't bad enough I also felt scared, I wanted to laugh at myself.
I had dealt with much worse then these few scumbags and here I was hands shaking and scared.
That was the moment I realized what was left of me, just a mere shadow of the shinobi I used to be.

They never stopped their approach and they were too close for comfort now, I would not beg no matter what I would not be reduced to that.
Balling my hands into fists and biting my lip to get a grip of my quickly rising fear I shook my head with force my raven hair falling around my face.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath when I felt ready I opened them again, I activated my sharingan, screw the risks and slowly raised my head my raven hair falling back into place and looked him dead in the eye.

He staggered to a stop "impossible" he whispered.
I smiled at him his time " I am afraid not, you have made a big mistake"
With a simple hand sign I summoned my katana, the trembling in my hands had ceased at last and I pointed the sword at him.

Blinded with rage and unaware of my bloodline one of his friends charged at me from behind.
I turned around on my toes and slashed my sword down sideways creating a deep bleeding gash on the mans chest.
He gasped for air as he fell to the ground, life draining just as quickly as the blood spilled from his wound coloring the ground with crimson.
Apparently that was all they needed I heard their furious cries and just smiled, their seemingly pathetic attempt at defeating me was over quickly.

I scrubbed furiously at my skin and watched as the water turned red as the blood washed away.
They hadn't stood a change against me, a sob wrecked through my body as I scrubbed away until my skin turned an angry red color and the water had turned from red into pink until it was clear.
Slowly I dropped down to the floor and covered my eyes with my hands, sob after sob wrecking through me.
Never had I been like this, useless killing, just taking lives because I could, it was like the fear had triggered something inside me.
I had taken their lives with out even questioning if it was the right thing to do, yes they were cruel and disrespectful but did that mean you could just take their life.
Though the warm water rained down on me I felt cold, what I had done was nothing short of what he had done was it.

I did not sleep that night every time I closed my eyes I saw the crimson colored ground and the lifeless men, my own crimson colored hands and blood stained sword.
If not that I would return to the night he tried to take my life, I absentmindedly stroked over the place where the scar was between my rib-cages as I silent tears flowed from my eyes.
I was damaged in more ways then one and I only now realized, seeing him again, seeing how cold, distant and cruel he really was had taken its toll.
The years of denial and the web of lies I had told myself had shattered apart.

He was a monster, he had no heart, without mercy or any sign of regret he had murdered his family leaving behind only his brother who had suffered throughout the whole ordeal.
I had miraculously survived that horrid night but was left of me.

Tonight I realized that I didn't turn down invitations simply because it wasn't my thing or I just wasn't in the mood, no I didn't trust anyone and that was a hard truth.
It took me four years to realize that I was more damaged than I had previously thought, I was empty and broken.
I wanted to be alone and keep my friends as distanced from me as possible so I wouldn't get hurt again, so that no one could stab me in the back.

He was responsible for this and my anger toward him turned to loathing, I wouldn't let him fool me again.
I would get myself together and repay him for what he had done, I wouldn't stop no matter what.
One more time I would let my hands get painted crimson, one more life I would take, his!

From this chapter on I am going to try to make them longer I swear, some are really short I know that and I am sorry.
Don't hesitate to tell me what you think guys.