A/N: And this would be the last submission for the horror/angst theme of week 1! I had a lot of fun writing these stories and might have delved slightly into insanity… Now that I'm immersed in the genre, I'm finding it hard to make a switch for next week's theme of comedy. I'm doomed… On an unrelated note, do enjoy :)
Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters belong to Kishimoto; this fanfic, however, belongs to yours truly.
Warning: It is hella gory at some parts, I think… So, this is a trigger warning?
Day 9: "That Would Be Enough"
Amongst society's richest, two pair of eyes shared a look as sinister grins threatened to spill onto their face… The manor stood on a cliff, its drawing room faced the turbulent seas as waves rushed at the jagged rocks some hundred feet below. It stood proud as the storm raged on; lightning cracked and streaked across the dark skies in a flash of bright light as the thunder boomed after it like drums, the wind howling and as it threatened to uproot the trees that surrounded the manor. It was a special occasion at the manor; society's elites gathered amongst themselves that night for a wonderful dinner. Inside the brightly lit manor, no one paid any attention to the storm outside, instead they chattered gaily to one another. They had all agreed to stay the night as no one dared to venture into the storm outside, even with a carriage, the storm was simply too strong that night. After dinner, the guests had been invited to the drawing room to settle down…
It was well into the night as the men barked in laughter and the ladies gasped delicately behind their fans from the stories that were being exchanged. To pass the time as well as to impress the ladies with their masculinity, the men had begun telling each other horror stories,
"-and when I turned around, there was a face staring right back at me from the darkness!" A young lawyer exclaimed just as lightning struck. It was followed instantaneously by a deafening roar of thunder, which sent the ladies screaming in fright. The men teased them,
"Ladies, calm yourselves, please. It was but thunder, that's all."
"Seriously, you women are so easily startled."
"Well, you men were the ones telling those horrible stories about ghosts and monsters killing people!" A lady huffed out, slightly miffed. Ashamed, the men apologised for their crudeness. A somewhat stiff silence blanketed the party. Someone cleared their throats in order to dispel the awkwardness,
"Well, we've heard stories about the supernatural killing men. However, would there be anybody here with the experience of killing someone else themselves?" He joke and laughter rang about. A slightly older gentleman chuckled,
"Well, I am a doctor with many years of practice under my belt. So, it wouldn't be surprising that throughout my career men have perished under my care. Does that count?" He joked.
"Not that it would be due to incompetency from my part, but because they didn't have that much time left or due to complications on the operating table." He quickly added and the cheerful mood quickly returned.
"I guess that does qualify then, doctor! But I am certain that no one in our educated and distinguished group has ever killed a man with the intention of doing so!" The host of the party commented and wine was toasted in agreement. Everything was going well until a clear voice rang out,
"How about forty?" She inquired and almost everyone turned to look at her. A woman dressed in dark blue; her pink hair in a messy bun and a diamond necklace around her slender neck. She delicately took a sip of wine from her glass before she turned brilliant green eyes onto the staring crowd. The host stepped forward,
"Pardon me, Lady Uchiha. But what did you mean about 'forty'?" He quizzed. She chuckled satirically,
"You said that no one here has ever killed a man with intention. My question was, how about forty men killed with intention? Well, both men and women really." She clarified as she swirled the wine in her glass. She had continued before anyone had the chance to speak up,
"It's a bad habit of mine, really, perhaps more like an addiction. You see, ladies and gentlemen, it brings me great pleasure to snuff out a life. It is a wonderful feeling you know, when you have complete and absolute control over someone's life. It's delightful as you watch the life disappear from their eyes. It depends though, because if you were to choke someone, you'll have front row seats to watch as their eyes roll back into their head… The whites of their eyes slowly speckled with the red of their blood as blood vessels pop is simply riveting." She described. She looked around at the horrified faces that stared back at her and grinned brightly,
"If you push someone to their death from a high place, you'll get the pleasure of hearing the squelching of their bodies as they come into contact with the ground below them. The gratifying feeling of the blade slicing past skin, flesh, and then muscle, right down to the bone…When done properly of course, is truly addicting." She illustrated verbally. Her eyes looked glazed over with lust and she had started rubbing her arms. At this point, everybody had turned their full attention to her, totally aghast at her words. Because here there was a lady of noble status in society describing murder as if she would describe her favourite book, play or even a lover. She licked her lips, stained red from her lipstick,
"Ah, do you know what the best part of killing someone is?" She addressed the crowd. No one replied, not like she was expecting anyone to anyways,
"The best part would be when the prey realise that they were completely and utterly doomed. That they had no chance of escaping us… Oops, slip of the tongue. I meant me." She muttered more to herself than to anyone else. The crowd raised their voices,
"Lady Uchiha, we've enough of your mischief! It's rather unladylike of you to spew such words!" An older lady chastised while others agreed with her.
"You've got a screw loose inside that head of yours, Lady Uchiha. I never thought that you'd be the kind of person to make such horrible jokes!" Another lady shouted.
"You're a disgrace to us elites! Lord Uchiha must have been deceived into marrying you!" A jealous lady accused.
"It's unfortunate, but Lord Uchiha should certainly have a tighter reign over his wife!" Some of the men jeered. She looked around and saw something that made her smirked. She turned back towards the outraged crowd,
"I was just buying time while certain conditions have been set. It wasn't a slip of the tongue when I said 'us', you know. You don't actually think that I work alone, do you? Anyways, let me describe to you how everything will go down, alright? To start off, the entire manor would be shrouded in darkness. It is then that we would attack, you know? Now, many of you would just scream, beg and cry for mercy. Some of you who think you're smart would offer us your riches." She took a breath.
"Meanwhile, some of you who think yourselves strong would attempt to fight back in hopes to overpower us. But we all know that most of you would try to escape, but it wouldn't be of any use because all the doors are locked and the help are dead. You could try the windows, but we all know you'll just be jumping to your deaths." She finished with a smile. This time, the host stepped forward,
"You must be pulling our legs, Lady Uchiha. You and your husband are amongst the most prominent of us elites." He started. He grew more confident with each word,
"I'm pretty sure that this was just your way of setting the atmosphere. You've indeed done a most spectacular job, if I must say so myself!" He exclaimed in an effort to diffuse the tense atmosphere. Her smile then turned sinister,
"No, I was not in fact pulling your legs. All that I have said is true; I've killed, at the very least, a total of forty men and women added together." She stated. She looked straight at the infuriated crowd,
"Who's to say that it wasn't just all part of our plan? To reveal ourselves to you so that we'd have no choice but to kill every single one of-" She was interrupted,
"That would be enough, Sakura. Not another word from you." The masculine voice instructed. The crowd turned their attention towards the figure who had spoken. Leaning against the doorframe, it was none other than her husband, Lord Uchiha Sasuke. The crowd sighed in relief; thank goodness the husband was here to control his lunatic of a wife…
Sasuke straightened himself and closed the door behind him just as a strong gust of wind blew the windows open, the action caused the ladies in the room to shriek in terror and surprise as the rain hit them while the men scrambled to close the windows. The action had also snuffed out all the candles in the room, leaving everyone in complete darkness. Lightning struck, illuminating the room for a while. Sasuke smirked,
"We wouldn't want to spoil the fun now, would we?" He teased. Sakura giggled and everything went dark once again…
~Up next, Day 10~