Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20160325110650/@comment-96.58.50.236-20160411065709

Kaylee felt the snakes catch up to her, such speed! The moment it wrapped around her she  immediately knew she was in for some hurt.

‘Shit’ She thought as they slid around her petite torso. When they squeezed she tried to pull them off, as her hands were free. But they just kept squeezing. Kaylee gasped for air, her hands pushing on the metal trying to get it to loosen but it only seemed to tighten.

“N-nya!” She shouted writhing out in pain as the snaked cracked and broke her lower rib cage. This was the third time she had broken her rib cage and Kaylee was sick of it. Her scream was high pitched and almost window shattering if there were any. She shot her head back in pain and as the beast began to fling her around she tried to keep her cool. Her neck strained as her head was pulled down wards just from the sheer force and speed of the tossing around. She pulled her hands together and began to form hand signs, anything to get her out of this mess. She created her last hand sign and coughed blood on her hands as she turned her head slightly and pushed her hands behind her, the wall approaching steadfast.

When she was slammed into the wall her hands connected with the surface, her wrists cracking and one promptly broke the other sprained. But the wall turned into a soft rock; she wasn’t fast enough to turn it to sand, nor was she able to due to the distracting pain. When the coils of the snaked released their grip around her now bruised torso she fell to the ground screaming out in pain, the broken rib shards inside of her poking at the cartilage around her lungs. She gasped for air holding her broken wrist as well.

Tears poured down her face as her pale cracked lips spotted in blood. Her vision began to blur as the corners of her eyes sight was dark.

‘S-stay awake!’ She told her self as she tried to use her sprained wrist to push her self up, she gasped in pain promptly sobbing again… She tried to reach the Syringes in her pouch that Ded had told her to bring. She used her elbows to push her self up and her teeth cringed as she did heaving in pain breathing heavily; each breath hurt as if someone was stabbing her.

Sitting up now she leaned her back against the wall… the world around her was a white noise blur everything seemed to be irrelevant.

‘I-I have t-to keep… awake..’ She told her self as she was slipping in and out of consciousness. Her whole body shook, tears dripping off of her chin, mixed from the blood that erupted from her mouth; all she could see was her scraped knees and feel the steadfast lump growing on the back of her head. That creature treated her like a rag doll, and she had to suffer for it… She went to grab the syringe in her pouch with her sprained wrist but was crying in pain.

“D-Don’t give up, everyone…” She muttered in pain her eyes loosing their color slightly… She grabbed a syringe…

“Never give …. Up…” Barely conscious the girl sat up against the wall.



