Horror
I just want to try to write some horror stories.
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They jeered at him. Hateful glares were directed towards a boy no older than four years old. Hatred was evident in their eyes. They hated him. So much hate! The boy lowered his head, his small heart could only take so much of it. He feared them; he feared that they would take his life and hang him up on the streets, while the sun was still high for all to see. For all to relish.
He tried to smile away the fear or at least try to hide it. But this time, as always, it was too much. Fear overtook his mind and made him act.
He ran. Ran as fast as he could. He wanted to cry, allowing the sadness to turn into tears. But there were none; he had cried too much, and it still hadn't changed anything. No one loved him, no one cared for him. He was lonely. He wanted a family and friends. So Naruto ran, ran until his legs ached and his body screamed for him to stop.
Panting for air, he looked around his surroundings to see that he had somehow arrived at a clearing, surrounded by forest and a river splitting it into two.
Naruto lay his body down on the ground, letting his eyes gaze at the deep blue sky with tall grass almost engulfing him. Even after leaving them, those glares, those hateful glares still haunt the boy. Naruto shook his head and took a sitting position with legs tucked to him as close as possible. There was no use thinking about that, no use for something that was in the past.
Why do the villagers hate him so much? Was it because he didn't eat his vegetables? No that's not it there's no way they would've known that. Was it his hair? But Naruto has seen other blond children walking in the village but they aren't treated differently by the adults. Questions he always asked himself. Questions that he has no answers for.
"AHHHH!!!!" He screamed while messing with his hair and stood up with bravado and exclaimed. "Who cares about what they think anyway! I'm NARUTO UZUMAKI! They'll never stop me, y'know!" Yeah, that's right, he was Naruto Uzumaki, super duper ninja extraordinaire. No way in hell some stupid dumb villagers would stop him. He nodded to himself.
A rustling in the tree made Naruto turn his attention. Driven by curiosity he slowly walks toward it removing foliage. A tiny baby bird dropped from a nest. He looked up and around his surroundings to find that the nest was destroyed. He picked it up gently in his hand and smiled at it.
Kill it
'What,' a deep growling voice made Naruto freeze.
Do you want to be my friend?
Naruto, confused, replied to the mysterious voice with uncertainty. "Y-yes?"
Then kill it
"But it's just…"
Do you want to be my friend?
Naruto looked down at the small creature that was clinging to his hand for warmth, chirping and tucking its body as close as possible. Naruto began to shake. He had to kill... for a friend?
Do you want to?
Slowly, Naruto closed his hand, but the little bird continued to fight for its life, kicking and chirping with intense fervor. As time passed, Naruto gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry," he whispered over and over again.
The bird had stopped. No longer did it chirp or fight. Naruto stood the warmth of the little bird now turning cold. Opening his hand, the lively little bird lay dead. Its head crushed, body compressed, insides gushing out from its beak.
Naruto just stares at it.
"Are we friends now?"
Yes
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For the next few days, Naruto tried to contact his friend each time he called for him? She? They never answered, Naruto was worried, did he somehow make it mad? Why is it mad? He did what it told him to do. Was his action killing that little bird for nothing?
Naruto's mind drifted to that little bird, the image forever branded in his mind. He still could feel the feeling when he mushed it, the feeling of blood and intestine sticking on his tiny little hands. He sometimes puked remembering those terrifying memories.
He tries to forget it but the thing he has done will forever scar him. He regretted doing it. He regretted killing the little bird. He wishes that his friend would somehow want to be his friend without him killing the small creature if even his new friend still wants to be his friend. Yet after constant calls of beckoning, he never answers him. Naruto sulked, his cheery demeanor from the outside was slightly less bright on those few days, a fact that was noticed by everyone.
Naruto was again walking in the streets of Konoha and again the villagers would glare at him balefully. This time, however, Naruto did not run. He was still afraid but he did not run. He was still sad but he was also angry. This was the first time he was angry at them. Well, he was always angry at them. Angry about how they treated him, angry about how they hate him, angry that they want to kill him!!
He always suppresses those emotions recognizing that him being angry at them wouldn't change a thing. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to hurt them. Like those little birds crushed in the palm of his hand so easily, so… mushy, so gratifying. If only the villagers were like little birds easy to kill. If only…
He wondered if his new friend would think the same thing. Speaking about Naruto's new friend, the first time it appeared was when he was holding the little bird… and suddenly as if a lightbulb was lit on the top of his head. Naruto once more ran to the forest.
With the familiar stream and the clearing insight Naruto began searching and searching until he found what he was looking for Naruto smiled, he could see his friend once more.
"Do you want me to do it? " Naruto asked his friend.
Yes
His friend was back! Naruto felt giddy, his friend didn't abandon him it was just… just want him to…
I'll tell you my nickname
That's all Naruto needed.
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I don't know if this is horrifying or not.