Escape (( a naruto oc story ))

chapter 2

(( the added picture is of 513 <3 ))

       The loud clanging of the door caused 512 to raise her head. Man that must of been longer than 10 minutes... She thought as she looked over and saw the other girl, what was her number? 510? She was sitting in the exactly same place as she has been since the goon had first thrown her into the room, her knees pulled up to her chest with her head resting on them. A different man with white hair and blue eyes  looked down at her as he opened the door. No words were exchanged as he clicked the cuffs back onto their wrists and began to drag them down a dark hallway. 512 felt only dread, knowing exactlt what was at the end. She felt 510 begin to tug roughly at her cuffs, to no avail.

     Roughly the man ripped the shackles off their hands, and they were shoved into a room about the size of a closet. Now 512 could feel 510 shaking and silently hoped she wasn't sick, that would make their team weaker.  512 turned to face the back wall knowing it would open eventually. Soon enough it began to slowly open upward and she could feel the other girl's body heat as she shuffled closer to 512. She sighed but didn't move away.  I guess I'm protecting today as well...... She thought with a sigh as the door completely opened blinding her temporarily. Slowly she walked into the circle shaped arena squinting and saw the boys walking out the other side. They both seemed scared. That was good. 512 smirked lightly as she saw them both stare at her and knew her reputation was stuck in there heads. She never left a survivor, and gained praise from the Others for it. The Others were the captors, the Wakana's born with White hair and blue eyes. 'Wakana' was their last name. It was their clan.

      She wondered briefly on how to kill them, but was stopped short by the look one of the boys was giving 510. 512 groaned inwardly. He was giving her 'the look'. The look mothers give there husbands as they go off to war. The look she hated. The look that made it hard to kill.

     Instantly she knew what she had to do and sighed lightly closing her eyes. That caught everyone's attention. You only close your eyes in a fight if you want to die, and 512 never died, never even came close to dying. Suddenly his voice sounded threw the air, there as a strange sound system no one ever figured out... you could never pinpoint where he was judging from his voice. He spoke coldly his voice smooth and beautiful as well as the worst sound ever to reach anyone's ears.

       "Hello my little mistakes! I know you all enjoy this, I planed it out wonderfully didn't I?" He paused and a cheer went up from a crowd of Others. 512 jumped lightly and looked up toward the people she hadn't realized was there, sitting in the seats up around the little death hole. "The rules are simple this round! only one team will survive! kill with any means necessary, show us how your experimenting has gone you little demons!" His voice raised with the crowd and soon they were all swearing and yelling at the four children to kill each other. They reminded 512 of starved wolves looking at a weak moose or something... She hated it. 

She knew that to the Others they were toys to watch and play with, just before they were to break and be thrown away.

"There is no time limit! Play until you break!!" He hit a bell some where and a loud ringing noise resounded threw the arena "Begin!!"

    512 looked at the boys partner and he was looking horrified clearly not having been in a group fight before. She turned to 510 and the poor girl was scared stiff. All she could do was stare at her lover completely unaware of what was about to happen.

512 leaped at her.

The crowd roared as she bashed her head against the floor again and again. 512 alone knew the first one had knocked her out but now she was killing her. Her lover's partner was holding him back, finally catching on. She died  quickly and mostly painlessly but 512 kept smashing her head on the floor getting more cheers from the crowd, looking like a monster. Finally once she was covered with 510's blood 512 dropped her limp body and looked toward the boys. Slowly she smiled lightly and saw their body freeze with fear, chills going up and down their bodies.

  512 became a monster.

     It was over quickly. She stood surrounded by the bodies, their blood covering her skin. The crowd was going insane and 512 stood there silently letting them cheer, her face a mask of no emotion. They enjoyed watching this kind of thing. His voice came back.

     "Congratulations number 512 as this win was expected of you! Though it was a bit unexpected to attack your partner but that's why we enjoy your fights!!"  The crowd roared but was ignored, 512 merely wondering when she could leave. "That's why for this victory I'm going to give you a special prize!" This got her full attention as it did the crowd's and they fell silent. Giving anything to a mistake was unthinkable, there must be a catch... but she smiled anyway playing into his game knowingly.

     A bright spotlight suddenly shined up to a high point in the center of the ceiling and there he stood. The elder of the clan, the Wakana's. His hair was a shiny white that hung around his mid-back in a braid. His eyes were a cold icy blue. For being the elder he was quite young, his hard muscles could be seen threw his shirt. No one really knew his name, he was simply the Elder an angel and a demon, the creator and savior, the destroyer and  killer.

He stood on a platform holding onto a tall metal pole as it slid down from the ceiling. The pole clinks softly as it hits the ground and he lets go motioning for 512 to come closer. She had no choice but to do so.

    He reached out slowly and touched her blood soaked cheek softly sending shivers down her spine. He grabbed 512's hand and lead her roughly over to the pole. Everything was silent as he looked her over. Suddenly he grabbed both of her wrists and held them to the pole over her head.  She heard the gates open and then a rolling sound but as she turned to look over her shoulder, The Elder grabbed her head and slammed it into the pole and a loud crack echoed. The crowd murmured their please as 512 bit her lip so she wouldn't cry out as a bead of blood slid between her eyes, a throbbing pain pounding in her head. The crowd murmured confused but enjoying watching her pain. 512 heard the squeaking sound of wheels coming from behind but dared not to look around. Soon the rolling noise stopped and feet quickly shuffled away.  Tensing up, 512 watched the crowd hoping for clues for what was about to happen and she didn't like the gleeful anticipation she saw. There was a soft scraping sound of a blade being drawn from its sheath and unable to conceal her curiosity 512 looked over her shoulder. She clenched her teeth together trying not to shiver in fear looking at the scene behind her, promising much pain. There was a wheelbarrow filled to the brim with hot coals and the scraping noise had been a knife not a sword blade. As the Elder held her wrists with one hand he held the hilt of the knife with his other hand. Slowly he slide the blade into the coals heating it intensely.

  As the knife slid out of the coals it sizzled as the air cooled it down slightly. The Elder raised his voice talking more to the crowd than 512,

  "You have been winning many death matches number 512, and we'd hate you let it go to your head.... " The sizzling of the blade got louder as it came closer and she could feel the heat threw her thin dress.

"With this you will always remember, you were born to serve us. You were born to listen and entertain us! You were born to be beaten and experimented on!!" He begins to laugh coldly, and 512 closed her eyes, gritting her teeth knowing what was about to come.

She screamed as the knife burnt threw her shirt piercing her skin deeply. The Elder' took the screams in with a smile of near ecstasy and he began to twist the blade inside of her carving a single word. The smell of burning flesh fills the arena and her blood dripped to the floor merging with the others. The Elder smiled wider as he enjoyed her tortured screams more than anyone else in the crowd.

  "Good..."  He hisses into her ear. "Let the pain engulf you. Let it fill every pore in your pathetic body and destroy you inside out." He twists the knife deeper into 512's back and burnt flesh hits the floor. She screamed out loudly in pain, pushing her forehead into the pole. Hands gripping at the air looking hopelessly for help. Looking for mercy that isn't there.

"Because this is your life. You can't get out. No one ever gets out of the Experiment Hall. Remember that."  She hung in his grip exhausted, 512 was limp and seemingly lifeless, all strength gone from her. In a haze she heard his tongue click and groaned as the blade was taken from her burning back. A small pail of water was abruptly poured over her to ensure scaring. The room began to go dark and The elder released his grip abruptly throwing the unconscious 512 to the bloody ground.

"Take her back. I'm finished."