The Cursed Killer

Despair

He sat there for what seemed like days, huddled between many piles of wood that luckily didn't catch fire that had seemed to ignite and spread across the village. Taking a chance to look outside, it had just started getting dark, and he could barely see anything from his viewpoint in the hiding place. Moving boards here and there, it took a few minutes as to be careful, in case he had to quickly get back in, it wouldn't be hard to put them back in place. The dying embers, the flames barely licking the rest of its contents that kept it alive, seems to be dying off now, and satoshi doesn't see any life around him. His face still somewhat wet from the tears he had when crying not too long ago, still hearing the echos of screams in his ear as he could do nothing but watch his village neighbors get slaughtered by unknown people. He felt so helpless, and he promised that if he got through this field of hell that was summoned, he'll do anything to get stronger, so this doesn't happen to anyone else again.

After what felt like eternity to him, looking around to make sure no one is around, knowing he had already checked before. It seems to be developing the first sign of paranoia, and at such a young age, will do nothing but hinder him. He started walking in a random direction, anywhere, just to be away from the rotten bodies that littered all around him, the broken houses that lay upon the ground, some in ashes, others black wood. He wandered into the woods in front of him, and tried to be as quiet as he could while traveling. Satoshi stopped about a few miles out, as if he was frozen, the temperature around the area had seemed to go from warm, to near freezing within a few seconds. It felt like somebody was watching him, but from where, he had no clue. The next thing he knew, was him falling towards the ground, going into an unconscious state, the temperature going back to normal as someone had stepped out from around a tree to the left of satoshi, and picked him up.

The next few days were but a blur to him, chained, and forced to walk a long way with people in some cases, worse condition than him in the same position. He and the rest of the prisoners were barely fed anything, nor given any water to clear their dry throats. He guesses it's so they don't have enough strength to fight back, or dry throat to be unable to yell out for help. They had travelled across a country that was mostly warm, they were led to a large cave, it was dark, and they tripped over whatever was on the ground, for which they couldn't make out. At the back of the cave, they were seated from eldest to youngest, and he saw there were a few children even younger than he was, and a few older. They use to cry out for their parents, but the beating they were given after a few times silenced them. One man had unlocked the chains on an elderly and ushered him forward, towards the darkness that seemed to be everywhere. How these people can see in the dark is beyond him, he thought of what may happen to them, and the last one scared him to death.

What if they were going to kill them all? He wouldn't even be able to do anything to help the others, or himself for that matter. His thoughts stopped and his body shook slightly from the coldness that swept throughout the large room he was in, chills crawling down his back as a piercing scream of a man. What was worse, satoshi could tell it was the old man they had grabbed, and as they had covered the man's mouth so the others don't hear what's going on, failed. The others were scared now, trying to gather up next to another for comfort. Satoshi sat there, others huddled up against each other as he didn't, just alone. He doesn't know how far the others are from him, nor does he care right now, he was frozen from the shock of someone else dying, again. The memories of that night surfaced up inside his mind, missing the part of the people coming back to grab more elderly, then a few adults that were there left, screams weren't really heard, as these people did a better job at it. They died somewhat silently, tears dripping down their faces, but not seen from the darkness.

He came back to reality as he had heard a young child next to him, but he couldn't tell from where, others were whimpering, cries rang out to please not kill them. Satoshi shakily stood up, and had asked to take their place, to allow them some time with each other before they perish. He then said that he had no one, for they all died in a massacre, who knows how long ago. A few days, a week, more? He couldn't recall the amount of time passed, but he noticed his chains being released, and ushered forward. He felt relieved when the kids were once again reunited, even if for a few minutes. They make it down a part of the cave that seemed to have a door connected to it, and they opened it to allow small amount of light makes it's way to his eyes. He could see a table, blood still dripping down the sides and legs of the table, in the middle of the room. Pushed forward, he stumbled towards the table, before quickly backing up to not be so close, but notice one of the legs of the table cracked, almost ready to break from the amount of weight thrown upon it many a times today.

He waited for his death to come, to be told to lay on the table so he could die, but it didn't come. He turned around when he heard the sound of the door close, noticing he was now alone. 'They tricked him! They were going back for the others!', he had thought in his mind, searching for anything in the room he could use. After not finding anything useful, he went to the table where the leg was cracked, and tried several times to pull the leg one way to break it. Only resulting in him wasting some time, as he hears a child scream before suddenly stops, now knowing that they had died. Fresh tears had sprung up into his eyes, and he proceeded to kick at the leg of the table, after many tries, he succeeded in breaking it off. His foot was bleeding from the edges of the leg, and when it broke, scraped across the broken part, tearing skin. He fumbled to grab hold of the broken leg, noticing it's somewhat sharp for wood, and made his way out the door quietly. Watching as one man was heading towards his direction, he tried to hide behind whatever object that was to his right, noticing the man going up to the door.

Slowly walking out from behind the hiding place he had obtained, and walked up to behind the man, who had opened the door to see the kid he was going to say something to, gone. Satoshi had quickly stabbed the man in his lower back, not knowing of the anatomy of the human body, and just tried stabbing him wherever. The broken leg turned wooden stake, stabbed the man in his spine, and he dropped down, not able to move his lower body. The man had tried to crawl into the room, but all satoshi saw was red. Grabbing the stake tightly, he brought it out of the man's back and slams it into the guy's neck, making the guy go limp, dead. Sliding his hands across the dead man's body, he searched for any weapons contained within the clothing, a small smile came upon him as he managed to grab a hold of two steel daggers. Getting up, he quickly tried dragging the body the rest of the way inside of the room before closing the door once again. He searched for his way back to the rest of the kids, but noticing no one was left in the place they took him from.

Gripping the daggers tightly, not caring if he was caught or not anymore, he ran as fast as he could to any sign of life of the men who kidnapped him and the others. After a minute or so, he came across the few men that were there, just finished killing the rest of the kids that were there. Anger filled his entire body, and he charged towards the men with as much of a yell as he could, letting the men know of his presence. He swung with both weapons, only to be kicked into his stomach, and flown backward onto the ground. Before he could even get up, a heavy shoe was placed into his chest, and he watched as the person above lifted his foot before slamming back down onto him, breaking a bone or two from the force. He started tasting blood, hearing chuckles from the guy up above him, and the others nearby watching. The guy stopped slamming his foot onto his stomach, letting him finally be able to breathe some air into his lungs. The sound of a sword being drawn made satoshi notice it being swung right towards him.

'This is it, I'm going to die aren't I?', he asked himself, memories of him and his parents, the friend he had played across his mind, then the village burning, with the bodies of the villagers seemingly scattered across the ground, the faces of his parents, and his friend. Before the memories changed to that of the screams of the elderly, then the sight of the dead children before him. He watched as the blade came towards him, slowing down more and more until his vision went dark, chakra started surging inside of him in large quantities, cries of pain erupted from him as a blast wave of chakra forced everything within a close proximity away from him.