Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160505040109/@comment-26510601-20160505185444

It was truly a scene of horror, this slaughter. To see these dark figures move from one house to the next, blood slowly pooling from the darkness and unto the balconies of the dead. Even some of the open windows as the same with dead people slouched over them or perhaps just simply heads hanging from a thin rope as the recently deceased held expressions of dread and horror. The things these poor, innocent people went through before they were killed... the travesty they suffered as they saw their family die before them, knowing no one would survive; knowing they'd all soon find themselves within the vice of death and that with just this one life there may be nothing ahead in sight.

These were the bleak, and somewhat suitable emotions for those damned to be found by the mercenaries that had infiltrated Suna. The group only spread further and further out into the district, houses one by one becoming still. The few lights that were on in people's homes since the storm began to quickly go out, as if broken or simply turned off by the flick of a switch. At this rate, it wouldn't take long before this district was wiped in the silent massacre.

While others moved ahead at a great pace, there were some cells that lagged behind. One in particular was currently split among the streets, walking about as they inspected and scanned the streets for any stragglers that weren't in their houses at the time of the slaughter's beginning. One member of this team stood under a street light, he didn't have any distinguishing features of him as even his face was cloaked in the shadow cast by the light.

A young man wearing a sort of turban walked from another street that intersected with this hooded stranger's own, the blissful man just making his way down the street without taking notice of the immediate and chilling danger that was around him. The dark figure took notice of this, looking up enough where the round lens of some glasses underneath harshly reflected the light above.

"Finally, something..."

This cloaked stranger first began to tail the Suna citizen in silence, following back by some feet. It was like they were all alone in this little town, only silence accompanied these two as they walked the same path. There was something obviously wrong, but it appeared this young man couldn't quite put his finger on just what it was. That was until an overwhelming smell of iron like that of blood hit both of them. Where the cloaked man could visibly smile, his visage slightly revealed by the shard of moonlight cast down to the two; the young man became visibly concerned with a face of panic and suspicion.

A quick turn around only helped confirmed those for the young man who simply fell onto his back. At that very sign, the figure turned into a blur as he sped ahead before he pounced onto his prey. His hands tightly grasped the young man's shoulders as he spoke in a wicked manner, "I've only so much time for you, my new friend. I can't draw behind otherwise I'll get behind the rest and in that there won't be much fun when there is nothing else to kill. Let's get this over with, shall we?"

The young man screamed as loud as he could, louder and louder but these would only fall upon the ears of the dead as this part of the district had been wiped very recently.The cloaked stranger's left hand fell back and grabbed something from under, before it quickly lurched back into the air to reveal a beared axe. The axe fell, and quickly the sounds of horror and distraught were silenced by a sickening splatter.

In place now were strange, guttural moans as the young man convulsed and twitched from the axe embedded in his brain. Skin was magnificently torn, showing a heavily broken skull that simply fell apart where the axe was embedded showing a slight amount of brain. Each side diverged and bleeding uncontrollably, the folds of the brain coursing with the crimson fluid that used to belong within. His left eye slightly jutting out while he still had some control over his right, a simple look of awe, terror, and pain all mixed together into the singular look of an eye.

The cloaked figure began to laugh as he heard these slight moans that were quickly beginning to fade, he pulled and twisted viciously at his axe before pulling it back out. Maniacal, systematic laughter that filled the air, the cloaked man withdrawing from the new corpse as blood began to pool around the two and soak the hem of the living man's cloak and his sandals. He bent down once more and grabbed his new plaything by the inside of the young man's skull, his fingers first digging into the exposed and crushed brain before he simply began to drag it across the street; a great trail of blood following afterwards while this cloaked man's laughter simply echoed throughout the streets.