Random Violent Contest Time X3 !!!

[Silencematters]

ENOUGH

Kagome sat on the floor of her house. It was thundering and raining outside, but that didn't block out the sounds of the screaming, the flashes of lightning couldn't blind her from what she was seeing. In front of her her father was beating her brother. Smashing his head into the wall kicking him, and breaking bones. She could hear the sickening snaps, and thumps of him falling over. And all she could do was hold her baby sister close to her and gaze at the face of rage. Her brother screamed for him to stop, to leave us alone, and he never stopped fighting to protect my mother, my sister, and I. I couldn't even cry. My sister wailed in my ears and my mothers silent sobbing from the corner told me I wasn't allowed to cry. I didn't want to.

The Abuse continued. When my brother couldn't take anymore he moved to me. He grabbed me pulling me away from my sister. I cried out trying to shove against him. I could smell the foul stench of beer on his breath, and he smelt as if he hadn't showered in ages. I hit him as hard as I could but being only 7 I couldn't do much of anything. He yelled at me.

"You stupid child! How dare you raise your fist to me! Does your stupid mother not discipline you! I'll show you discipline! He threw me down on the ground. I smacked my head on something hard and could feel something warm drip down my back. I kicked and screamed as he sat on me laughing and yelling at me as if I was a bad girl. He was heavy and i could feel my ribs bending painfully under the pressure. It was hard to breath and I gasped while i tried to kick.

He beat me, throwing punches at my face and my chest. He grabbed my hair and slammed my head hard onto the ground. I fell uncochnace only to awake to being beaten numerous times. I couldn't move anymore. The pain rushing through my body made me so nub I didn't know how to fight. Eventually his fists got slower, until he stopped all together. He stopped up and the rush of air into my lungs was painful. I coughed and rolled over onto my side coughing up blood. Yumi, my brother crawled over to me. He was in not better condition than me, but he was older and could hold up better.

"nee chan don't worry...it'll..be okay" He grabbed some sheets and tried to help clean the blood off of my skin. My mother was useless sitting in a daze in the corner. My little sister crawled over to me and hugged up to my knee.. I petted her hair with shaking hands. We had to do something. I was so tired though my eyes drifted shut and I fell into a deep restless sleep.

The next morning I awoke to painful throbbing. My body hurt so much I couldn't move. I just barely noticed my mother holding me. She was running. My little sister was strapped to her back and crying. "onii chan!" she screamed. I looked up my mother with little strength to do anything.

"Mom....where's yumi? I asked her tiredly. I looked up at her trying to focus past the pain at the odd expression on her face. She was so pale. I had never seen her so white. She looked like she was going to pass out. I didn't understand.

"He is gone" was all she said. I was to hurt and sore to understand. Gone....did he go somewhere? I didn't allow myself to think about anything worse. My sister continued to scream and whimper. I hid my face in my moms chest and cried to sleep again. I didn't want to be awake.

When I awoke again it was night time. The moon shown through the clearing above our heads. I sat up very slowly to find my mother laying down on her make shift bed. My sister was sitting next to her and holding onto the corner of my moms shirt. She wasn't moving.

"Masami" I called hoarsely. She looked up and stood up running as fast as her little legs would carry her. She was only 5. She fell down and began crying in my lap.

""MOMMY said we were close to a village, but she had to stop. Mommy is sleeping nee chan why won't she wake up? I don't like it here." She cried. I looked at my mom with shock. My eyes wide i stared at her. I was looking for any signs that she was still moving. I couldn't look away. She had to be..alive. Then I saw it..that little but of breathing her chest barely moving at all.

I stood up slowly. Masami fell on the ground crying. I stumbled my way about half way to where my mom was.

"Mom" i croaked. That's when I saw him. I was only a few feet away from her but I couldn't move. I was frozen in fear and pain. A man was walking forward. He was cloaked in black and all I could see were his eyes. His eyes held no remorse, no conchace, no fear or joy, his eyes held nothing. I had never seen eyes that were so cold. He began laughing soft horrible laughs and he walked slowly to my mother. I watched with each step he took my heart pounding harder in my chest. Why couldn't I move.

I watched as he pulled the kunei out. He waved it around in the moon light my eyes never leaving it. I watched as he picked up my mother, he set her up so she was leaning against his chest. I watched not able to move or breath as he slid the knife across her throat in one fast slash. Her blood splattered across me. Drenching my clothes and my face. I watched the horror on her face as blood began to paint her skin.

I stumbled back and looked down at myself. I began to fall into hysterics. I saw nothing but red as rage over took me. My mother fell limp to the floor and he stood laughing. I was breathing heavily and had nothing in my mind but the though of having him swallow the weapon he murdered my mother with. I didn't become very aware of the fact I could see the chakra running through his body. My byakugan being activated. He ran at me and I didn't move. He was laughing and I said nothing. I felt no emotions other than range. I felt dead inside and I knew seeing that pretty red color all over him would satisfy me.

He came withen inches of me and I moved before I thought about it. I spun behind him and kicked his legs causing him to fall to his knees. He grabbed his hair and slammed him onto the ground. He fell down and I grabbed his kunai. He hit me in the face and I paused. When I looked back at him there was nothing of me left. I grabbed his kunai and stabbed it into his hand nailing it to the ground. He yelled and i laughed.

"You disgust me" I growled reaching into his back and taking out more kunai. I stabbed his other hand. He began to ask me to stop. He was new at this. my father had told him to do this and he was sorry. I heard nothing. I only saw the red dripping from his hands.

"You are nothing but scum, lowlife, but guess what. You took from me something dear to me." i leaned forward. "Now it's your turn." I whispered in his ears. I sat up and Grabbed the last kunai I had. I held it up over his head so he could see it. His eyes grew wide.

"MONSTER.." was his last word before I thrust it down his mouth. He gaged and screamed ruby read blood splashing into my face, drenching me. I laughed again wildly. I loved the feeling of this blood of HIS blood. I tuwisted the knife and could feel him convulse under me where I sat. I pulled it out stabbing him again until he stopped squirming. Blood pulled beneath us and I continued to stab him. The effect of what I was doing taking toll on me.

I began to scream and yell and sob. He had so many stab wound sin him his body gashed open because I didn't know how to stop. I kept stabbing him his blood pouring onto the ground and painting me in a ruby color I would never be able to wash of. Organs falling out, his rib cage exposed, his heart half way out his chest. I couldn't stop.My tears mixed with blood and I didn't know the difference. I had never seen so much red.

I heard shouting and was vaguely aware of being pulled off of the man. I was being dragged away by both arms and whoever had me refused to let go. I knew they were near by villagers. I looked around widly and stopped moving when I spotted Masami. She was standing and shaking. She looked at me with wide eyes and tears streaming down her face. She was whiter than the moon. And I saw her lips move. I hear no noise and I gazed at her in hurt. What was she saying? What was it?

"Masami!" I screamed.

"nee chan" she whimpered in fear.


(This was fun biggrin )  

[JellytheBeany]

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[-o-Havik-o-]

As the music vibrated the floor, and body's slammed into each other in the circle Havik's heart began to race. The band on stage screamed lyrics into the micro phone to amp the crowd, but to him it was just rhythmic noise as he stepped into the pit, slamming his shoulder into the first person to come his way.

Quickly he pushed, shoved and slammed people out of his way, using his heavy body, and thirst for pain to his advantage. Over and over again people would try there hardest to put him down, slamming into him, throwing other people into him, but each time he locked his legs, held his ground and slammed each one back to the edges of the circle as the music raised, and the bass thumped he found a power in him he rarely got to use.

After a few minutes the men around became annoyed, them and there friends were getting thrown around like rag dolls by this loner, in a mosh pit, and it bruised there ego's. So what started off as people head banging to music turned into a pit fight of 4v1, and this was exactly why Havik was here. The first punch slammed into his cheek, grinding his teeth together and slightly splitting his lip, a choked laugh coming out of him as he was thrown back into the pit by someone in the crowd.

A large foot met his chest, as he was thrown back in, but it didn't slow his momentum, he bull trued his way through the failed kick throwing the man off the the side to slam hard into the ground, as he proceed to throw a right punch back at the man who hit him. The man however ducked the punch, and jabbed Havik twice, but failed to get out of arms reach as his shirt was grabbed and he was pulled in hard to be met by a headbutt to the nose, breaking it, and squirting blood on several people near by.

Soon after that though, Havik was greeted with a hard punch to the back of the head, and a kick to the ribs, the combination of the two dazing him, and causing the crowd to spin as he was knocked into the wall of people who were jumping and screaming to the music that blared through he arena the concert was being held at. The two who just attacked him began to continue there assault trying to land some punches to Havik's head, and face, but he kept his hand up through the daze, letting his forearms take the majority of the blows. Punch, after punch these guys trying to take him out but Havik stood leaning against the crowd the only thought still in his head was fight, fight, fight, and when someone in the crowd pushed him into the guys hitting him, knocking them off balance thats exactly what he did, fought.

With his right hand he grabbed the back of one of the mans heads and pulled it in hard, to be met by a strong elbow to the teeth, then brought his head down and slammed it into his rising knee. Letting his bloodied face, and limp body fall he turned to receive a hard right to the temple, and then another left to the chin, but when his attacker tried to kick him Havik caught his foot, grabbed his belt loop, lifted him off the ground, the slammed him head first into the dirt. Letting loose of the man, he stumbled out of the pit, blending his banged, and bloody body with the crashing, thumping, and screaming of the crowd. He saw the people he was fighting being carried to the front by the crowd, and several cops trying to find him in the sea of faces, but he knew he was safe, so he swayed, and screamed with the crowd, his face bloody, and his body bruised he looked like he was hit by a car, but felt like he was on top of the world as the base crashed one more time, and the band started a new set.

I do not want to get payed for this, Cobra_X has helped me achieve my dream avi, this was just for fun, hope you liked it.  

[SK Loda]

In Loving Memory

Wiped out, they had been completely wiped out, save for Nero himself and Inori. There were 12 of them, three squads of four, working together to reach the goal they all wanted, the death of the Hokage. Nero didn't know what to think, he was usually passive, but in this case, he didn't know. He was a 13 year old Jounin, though probably closer to the level of Sannin considering the type of prodigy he himself was. He grinned, he had been lucky with the squads of shinobi sent to kill him and Inori, they had for the most part, been fun, not to mention rewarding.

They had been traveling for a few days now, and Inori's uncle, the current Hokage, had been informed that they were making progress on their journey, and were on their way to kill him. They had been on the road for a few weeks, months even. The first squad that came to them, had a special member. A ninja by the name of Ogate, and Uchiha, who was in the possession the fabled Mangekyou Sharingan....in both eyes. He was a prodigy as well, its to bad the young kid encountered Nero on the road. With the power of the great colliding wave, there was no escape, he saw it coming, and couldn't do anything to stop it. It was quick and painless, concentrating his water compression jutsu to destroy the neck region, beheading him before he could have reacted, though he saw it coming.

He was lucky they had found a medical Nin capable and willing to do the operation of a double eye transplant, but Nero had always envied their eyes, since he first saw one in the forest of death, when he used it to escape Nero's jutsu, all of them. From that moment, Nero knew he wanted the eyes.

Suddenly, a sound came from the trees. The Hokage's personally guards, the last defense, were taking an offensive, leading a squad of about 30 samurai, in an attempt to kill both Nero and Inori.

"Do you want the honors? Or can I?" Inori asked, licking his lips.

"Go for it." Nero said, grinning. In a flicker of light, Nero was gone, masking his chakra, moving through the trees, a couple hundred feet away.

Inori cracked his neck and drew his sword, advancing at speeds most of these samurai had never seen before, they gasped, as blood filled the air, and the heads of two of them rolled to the ground, then as an arm fell to the floor. The scream of pain from the samurai missing the arm was, however, cut short, as the blade entered his mouth, exiting through the back of his neck, then impaled him through the stomach. It was a direct hit, as water poured from the mans mouth, as his recently hydrated stomach and bladder were ruptured. With a quick kick, Inori snapped the mans weakened neck, before throwing the brutally murdered corpse into the base of a nearby tree, where a bird landed on its head, and began working on its eyes.

They advanced at him, slowly, being picked off one by one. They had surrounded him, with 20 men, and Inori grinned. What fun this will be. He thought to himself, making a few handseals and emitting a powerful cloud of mist from his mouth, filling the air. Being a master of the silent killing technique, this was an ideal situation for him. A cry of pain, a gurgling noise, a gasp, the only noises made, were by victims, as Inori silently made his way to the two guards. He beheaded an unsuspecting samurai, kicking the head into the arms of another, who was paralyzed with fear as Inori approached him head on, his demonic yellow eyes glowing in the mist, as the man gasped for air, hyperventilating. His sword glowing yellow with his chakra, came down fast, and powerfully, splitting the skull of the unfortunate samurai, then continuing down the center, cutting the soldier cleanly in half.

Inori dispelled the mist, to see three samurai left, the two guards already having fled in fear of being casualties as well. They struck at once. He impaled one, stuck his blade through the chin of the second, where it protruded from the skull upon his death, and then stared at the third. He charged at Inori, who simply sidestepped and gave him a gentle push. Two flickers, two quick strikes, as both arms fell to the ground. Warm blood filled the dirt, and crept into Nero's tabi sock. He grinned, exiting to meet Nero, as he left the final samurai alone in the forest, where he bled to death.

Nero reached the palace, and manipulated ice to spear through the walls where two guards stood, piercing easily through the portion of the back of the head, and neck, not guarded by bone, cutting into the brains of each, and leaving both dead on the ground, without a sound, as mysterious fluid poured from each. Upon opening the sliding doors, he met four more, who he easily dispatched of with his sword, infused with chakra from his wind blade technique, reading their movements with his own sharingan.

He worked quickly, slicing open the stomach of one of the dead shinobi, and used a medium sized snowball, to suck up most of the juices and fluids in the body. Taking 5 paper bombs from his belt, he inserted them carefully, lining the stomach with them. He summoned up a clone of himself, capable of maintaining a chakra string, and attached the string to the inside of the stomach, before sewing it shut and re-clothing the corpse.

The clone carried the body over its shoulder, the string invisible to the naked eye. Nero created a small puddle, and merged into it, and watched as the dummy approached the room, and the two guards. The guards, who had arrived here from the forest, where they fled from Inori, drew weapons and advanced on the clone. They were jounin, as skilled as any Kage guards, but Nero had outsmarted them, and they were about to make a mistake that would be their last.

Without warning, the clone threw the body at them, pulling on the string attached to the corpse, causing the body to explode, tearing walls apart, ripping doors off the hinges, causing the bodies limbs to fly from the remaining part of the body, which was now merely a limbless stump of its former body. The two guards were blown back, suffering massive injuries, one of them being killed on the spot. The other landing on the ground, twenty feet below. Nero re-appeared and looked down, seeing the body. Too weak to move. A spike arose from the ceiling, made of ice, as Nero used Ice Prison jutsu, to call up a pillar of ice under the weakened ninja.

He walked through the hole blown in the wall, leading to the Hokage's private quarters, as the pillar of ice carried the body closer to the large razor sharp spike on the ceiling. Nero entered and looked into the eyes of the Kage, grinning. Drawing a kunai infused with chakra, he threw it at the Kage, who caught it in mid-air, and frowned at Nero. "I remember you from the chuunin exams...such promise...gone to waste. It's a shame to kill a child with such potential. But what must be done, must be done..." He said, standing up, preparing for battle.

Nero was in no mood for a sappy discussion, putting his hands together. A tear rolled down his cheek. "You killed her...you sent Kurama to her death. She was the only thing I valued in my life, and she's dead because of you. You will pay for that...when I leave here...you will not be able to hurt anybody. And you will not be able to say 'I'm Sorry' ever again..." He said, as he stood up, drawing his blade. The Hokage's body then caught on fire, flames erupting from every pore of his being, as he approached Nero, his blade glowing with flames in his hand. He swung, and Nero blinked and put his sword up to block, the hit was received, and powerful enough to knock him back a few feet, but when he opened his eyes, the Kage was gone, and he felt a massive wave of heat behind him. He turned in time to breath a cloud of snow into the oncoming wall of fire, approaching Nero at great speed. The effect was slightly deminished, but it was enough to save himself. He dove out the window, the Kage on his tail, towards a nearby lake.

As he travelled, painful memories filled his mind. The girl he loved as a boy, Kurama, separated from him, put into a different group. Assigned a simple D ranked mission, turned S rank when powerful missing Nin shinobi arrived to extract the tailed beast from their squad leader. Nero had begged the Kage not to send their squad, and to send a different team, after a dream he had while in a genjutsu, during training with the Anbu. He had pleaded for the Kage to reconsider, but the Kage had called Nero foolish, and the one person he loved, was dead. She was found strewn across a group of tree limbs, her hands missing, and her throat cut. The squad leader was nowhere to be found.

From that moment on, he had vowed revenge against the Kage, and was about to get it. Calling upon his great chakra reserves, he summoned the Great Colliding Wave, forming an orb of water around them, extinguishing the flames of the Kage. However, the Kage was fast, even underwater, and planned to kill Nero before he drowned. Flying through the water, at unbelievable speeds, he was slicing up Nero. He was covered in non-fatal, bleeding wounds, and in pain. His movements were unreadable, even with sharingan, Afraid he was going to die, he called upon an enormous amount of chakra, and used the water dragon technique. His eyes watered from the pain it caused him, summoning up such chakra. The dragon flew towards the Kage, who wasn't fast enough to avoid it this time. But Nero wasn't done, using his Mangekyou Sharingan, he summoned up Amaterasu, burning in the dragons eyes, mouth, and nose. It struck the Kage, ripping his flak jacket, sending blood in all directions, causing his body to burn black with the flames of Amaterasu.

He had never used his sharingan for their abilities, other than the passive one all sharingan had. Because of this, blood didn't just drip from his eyes, it poured, blinding his vision. Mixing with tears, as emotions flooded him, and the flashbacks continued. He put his hands on his head and cried out into the unrelenting mass of water. He gritted his teeth as blood flowed freely from his eyes. Filled with hatred and seeking revenge for the sake of Kurama, he flew towards the Kage. Anbu were quick to the scene, and arrived, entering the sphere of water to save the Kage and finish off Nero, but it was too late for them all. The sudden force of the dragon, caused a suction effect, which dragged the shinobi down. Before they even had a change to get up, Nero had begun casting the water compression jutsu, compressing both the sudden burst of water from the dragon, as well as all of the water from the sphere, crushing the bodies of the Anbu squad of five, as well as the Hokage, crushing further, even after death. He swa the blood pour, and continued, bones now emerging through skin, and flesh being ripped from bone as the pressure increased. He heard them begging for their lives, the Hokage pleading with him, apologizing for everything that had ever happened, but Nero put his hands to his ears, tears flowing down his face, ignoring their pleas and cries for their lives.

Crying out and releasing a final push of power, the pressure crushed the bones to dust, and left their bodies looking like chilli more than like people. He hit the surface of the water, and walked to the shoreline, where he fell to his knees, finally reaching Inori, crying, pained with a sadness he had never felt before, and cried out to the sky, with incredible volume, causing Inori to jump from the sudden-ness and cover his ears. Causing the people of Konoha to turn their heads towards the sound, and caused Nero to sob out, happy to have finally avenged the death of Kurama and to have killed the Hokage. Crows in the trees heard the cry of pain, and took to flight, flying overhead above Nero, as they fled into the distance, to greet the blood red setting sun.

 

[White Water Lilly]

Blood Parade

~ A contest submission by White Water Lilly

XXXXXXA dark room, a single chair tainted in red, a corpse covered ground and the putrid smell of freshly spilled blood. Ungraced by any source of natural light, the room was draped in a shadow of darkness, save for a single dying candle lying forgotten on the damp, bloody floor. And there, amidst this field of death, stood a lone figure grasping onto what appeared to be a dagger an as it shimmered in the light, the blade reflected a dark red glow…the colour, of blood...

XXXXXXThe air was stale, and the room was death cold. No light could seep into the room save for the soft hue outlining the doorway to the outside. Nor were any sound given entrance, all that resounded within, was the sound of laboured breaths and the slow, dripping sound of liquid hitting the floor. In this old, mouldy, squared room, rested a single wooden chair at its center and on that chair, sat a figure with long white hair and soft amber eyes. She was dressed in what looked to be a white and lavender spaghetti strap dress. As to her hands, they were wrapped around the chair, and her feet were pressed together. Captive. Bound. Prisoner. Those were the best words to describe her situation right now. She was tied to the chair but not but not by normal means. Instead of the usual rope, or chains, barbed wires circled her wrists and ankles, slowly sucking away the blood from her system…That was not all there was to it either, sticking out from side, was a simple, black, dagger.

XXXXXXThis girl, no, this young woman, had been foolish in her actions and this, was the result. Caught, tortured and then left to die of blood loss in an old, dingy dungeon. The charges? Attempted murder of the town’s lord and the death of one, Akira Tatsu. She had be dumb and allowed herself to be caught by some lame decoy set to act as the lord. All of her remaining chakra had been used up in an attempt to escape, the other bit? Towards breaking into the manor where she used her chakra scalpel technique to pierce through the man’s body and pullout his oft, mushy, blood red coloured heart still attached to the veins.

XXXXXXThese men had her cornered, chained and brought into a secret torture room where she spent three consecutive hours under their sick game of pain. They had her chained to the wall by her wrist and ankles which were also connected to a machine that allowed them to stretched her to the max. She was then under the scalding pain of leather hitting skin constantly for two hours. Red, burn marks began to surface on her exposed skin after 30 minutes and by the hour, the marks of irritation became streaks of blood. Her face though, remained untouched and her eyes defiant. Bored of her lack of response, the men moved onto more drastic means of torture – stabbing and slicing…

XXXXXXOne of the men, the leader, stepped forward and produced a simple black dagger from his belt and as the sensation of cold steel pressed to her skin registered to her mind, the woman found it strangely comforting. The chill against her burning skin…at least until the blade was pushed deep into her skin, creating yet another line of blood to gush forth and decorate her body in a sea of red. This continued for at least another hour before the man finally got bored and decided to end it with a bang. The dagger rose and within a second was jabbed deep into her right waist. Holding in her scream, the taste of blood filled her mouth as the pain from having a blade pierced right through skin and fat, caused her to bite her lip, hard. Finally satisfied, the man backed off and released her blood drenched self from the wall only to stick her into the rotten room she’s in now. She suffered not only from hunger and blood loss, but from a wounded pride as well, the worst form of pain. Her pride had been damaged from the moment she allowed herself to be captured and the world be damned if she didn’t get it back.

XXXXXXThe high pitch creaking of an old iron door being pushed open shot throughout the room like a painful screech. To the young woman’s sensitive years though, this was torture far worse then slowly being deprived of blood. Steadying her breathing, the young woman quickly hardened her composure, unwilling to show any signs of weakness to these vile creatures known as men. “Ah, so I see you’re still alive wrench. Pretty good, seeing how we tortured you for a good three hours before leaving you to rot in this hellhole.” Came the course, arrogant voice of the leader. He was tall, about 6ft. and was toned throughout. Behind him, followed five foot soldiers all rather built of a similar body structure.

XXXXXXGlaring up at them in defiance, this woman, Haruko, showed no signs of giving in and it honestly angered the man as he stepped forward and smacked the girl on her right cheek. The rings on his fingers causing scratch marks to appear on her once smooth face as well. Not giving them the pleasure of hearing her whine, Haruko bravely held it in as she simply rose her head and spat at him a mixture of blood and spit. Wiping the blood from his face the man gave her a sneer before reaching out and forcing the dagger to go more deeply into her body. Haruko’s face contorted in a mix of pain and anger but she did nothing but open her mouth slightly before closing it once more. Unable to keep her breathing controlled anymore, Haruko unwillingly allowed herself to pant. Smiling devilishly, the leader raised his right hand and motioned something from one of his foot soldiers. One of the five men stepped forward and handed over a canteen of water. Uncorking it, the leader raised it above his head and poured a decent amount of it into his open mouth. “Mhm…refreshing…now that I think about it, you having drank or eaten anything these last 24 hours as well…shall I grace you with some?” Extending out the canteen as if to offer her some, he dropped in last minute, allowing the clear, fresh liquid to decorate the dirty, dust covered floor. “Opps, my bad.” Crackled the man in sarcasm as he turned around, exposing his back to Haruko, in order to retrieve a five-tailed whip from one of his men.

XXXXXXHead down, it would look as if she was saddened by the loss of water but in reality, she was hiding her smirk. ‘Fools…’ It took all of her remaining will power not to crackle in crazed laughter. Being trapped in a dark room for 24 hours without food and water gave her a lot of time to plan out their deaths. Those visions of them dropping to their knees without their head or some other random body part are what helped her to pass the time and to stay relatively intact. As the leader continued to talk with his back facing her about some other forms of torture or whatever, Haruko began releasing her newly recovered chakra towards the spilled water. ‘Your ignorance shall be your end…’ Moulding the water with her chakra, the puddle bubbled but the men were too busy laughing at her suffering to actually notice. ‘Die!’ Gaze still locked on the ground, Haruko sent her chakra forward and released a series of miniature chains towards the six men. (1) Two out of the six got caught the other four jumped away, including the leader just in time. Drawing their swords, the man charged towards the bound girl.

XXXXXXStill smirking evilly, Haruko had already set her next plan in motion. From the second she released her chains, Haruko moulded her own charka into a blade(2) and despite the pain of arcing her hand upward, did what needed to be done in order to be set free. Being the agile person that she was, Haruko easily bent downward to avoid swipe to her head while also cutting her legs free of the barbed wire. Though movements involving her stomach caused a series of pain to shoot through her body, Haruko ignored it and barrelled rolled from another slash attack. Pushing up from the ground Haruko dashed towards the two men bounded by her water chains and swiped their heads off one after the other. Her cuts were clear and smooth. So smooth that the heads appeared to be intact until the blood began to seep from the wound and the bodies fell to the ground. As they connected with the floor, the head slipped from its position and onto the ground. Turning to face the remaining four men, Haruko could see the horror in their eyes, with the exception of the leader, but then it turned to frenzy look as then charged forward.

XXXXXXGiggling, Haruko backed up and extending out her legged, pushed the door partially shut. ‘Tsk, too heavy.’ Waiting for one of the men to charge forward, Haruko easily sidestepped him and pushing him, allowed his heavy, but unbalanced body to slam into the door, thus, shutting it. A soft clicking sound confirmed it to be locked. ‘Nowhere left to run…’ Once more side-stepping away from another attack, Haruko’s left hand instantly shot to her left waist as the dagger began to cause more pain than just simple distraction. ‘My movements are being hindered…’ The boss, having noticed this, smiled and speaking in a loud confident tone, ordered all his men forward. ‘Idiots.’ Cancelling out her chakra scalpel technique, Haruko took in a deep breath before pulling the dagger out of her body. This in turn caused a gush of blood to splutter out over her clothes and onto the ground. Stumbling, Haruko tested her balance and still able to move rather swiftly on her feet, searched for an opening and leaped forward. One of the men, having seen her jumped, forced himself to stop midway and instead slammed the hilt of this blade downward and onto her back. Gasping in pain, Haruko dropped to the ground with her eyes squeezed shut and her right hand balled to a fist. As they laughed, Haruko found herself boiling over with more than just pain and anger. These men were seriously ticking her off. They were scum, just like the rest of these corrupted lords and as Haruko laid there on the ground; her eyes scanned the room for an answer.

XXXXXXSpotting the locations of the two candles that barely illuminated the room, Haruko smirked and two of the men roughly dragged her up from the ground, she added chakra to her eyes and closing them just as the leader began to make snide remarks about her attempted escape. “Ha, you actually thought you could escape us you wrench. You’re nothing but a weak and pathetic lass. Did you really think you could have escaped us?” Now it was her turn to scoff and as the men stared quizzedly at her, Haruko simply parted her swollen and blood red lips to speak. “Who said anything about escaping? I intend to kill you all.” Eyes snapping open in an instant, the men were taken aback by their colour. Instead of its usual soft, amber, her eyes now glowed a bright red amber. Taking in a deep breath, Haruko brought her chakra to her mouth and combining it with her spit, spat two long shots of water towards both candles (3). Not understanding her intentions, the leader had only been able to follow one of the small water pellets before the lights went out from the room. Darkness has descended, and now the time for reaping the souls of the contaminated is upon us…

XXXXXXAs the leader cried out for his men to hold tightly onto Haruko, said captive was only grinning widely at the confusion and slight worry that filled his voice. She felt the two men tighten their grips on her arm and she couldn’t help but wince. Soon enough though, those arms will be off of her and the people they were once connected too…Twisting her right hand so that her nails pointed up at the man’s arms, Haruko once more applied chakra to her hands and created a blade of chakra. The glow from her hand could be seen illuminating the darkness but it only lasted a moment before it was blocked. Blocked by the skin of the man’s arm in which she pierced. A loud howl resounded through the darkness and as the grip on her loosened with the slicing of his tendons and veins, Haruko pulled down her arm thus releasing her blade from its target. Blood gushed onto her but it was ignored as she quickly whirled her arm around to stab the other man’s arm as well. Her glowing blade of lilac easily slipped through the ripped skin and as her fingers slid into her arm as well, Haruko could feel the tenderness of the flesh and the tenseness of his muscles tightening in pain. Licking her lips, Haruko smiled at the man before withdrawing her hand from his arm, it was becoming obvious that she was enjoying this, a lot. The squishy sound of his body slipping away from the arm and slamming into the ground caused a slight thrill to tingle throughout her body. ‘Another down, two to go.’

XXXXXXThe two men fell to the ground in pain and Haruko could hear the sound of the other two backing up away as well. Snickering at their pathetic attempts at escape, Haruko merely scanned the room with her eyes for their heat signature. Her change in eye colour wasn’t just for show, it was so that she could tune into her bloodline and assess its third stage. With chakra constantly flowing through her eyes and ears, Haruko locked onto a certain frequency which allowed her eyes to see everything in a palette of white to dark indigo. The range in colours indicating the level of heat a thing has. From the looks of it, the separated arms were still warm and with them being separated with a clean cut, they could actually be reattached. Sadly though, Haruko had no intention of letting them live long enough to do so. Cancelling her chakra scalpel technique once more, Haruko allowed for darkness to grace the room once more.

XXXXXXGoing down on all fours, Haruko could barely feel any pain now as she crawled her way quietly towards one of the decapitated men and placed her left hand with the dagger over to his heart. ‘My body’s starting to feel numb, must be the amount of blood constantly flowing out from my side…gotta hurry.’’ As the man used his good hand to grip onto her wrist, Haruko could feel him tense as he realized that it was not the hand of a comrade but the hand of an enemy. Smirking, Haruko bent down to whisper something into his ear. ”Have a safe trip…to hell.” Before the man could respond, Haruko broke free of his already weak grip and stabbed downward through his clothes, skin, and rib cage straight down to the heart. Pulling back out the blade, Haruko was met with another miniature shower of blood to the hand. Simply not caring, Haruko took a moment to glance around the room before moving towards the second decapitated man. ‘Fools, they can’t seriously believe that just by standing there they’ll be able to hunt me down…oh well, might as well make this fun.’

XXXXXXReaching the man, Haruko wasted no time and forcing the man’s mouth opened, used her right hand to roughly pull out his tongue before slicing it with the dagger. The gagging sound of the man chocking on his own blood caused Haruko to nod satisfied that the man was getting his just deserts. ‘You made me bath in my own blood, I make you drink yours.’ Moving along, Haruko trailed down the man’s abs before stopping at the spot where the stomach and intestines laid dormant. Dropping the sliced tongue beside her for now, Haruko switched her dagger wielding hand to her right and delicately placed the tip in the perfect incision spot. By now the gagging had stopped, indicating that the man was dead, no doubt the other two heard as well but where still too cowardly to move forward. Pressing down with the blade, Haruko made three cuts. Two horizontal and one vertical. Switching her grip up so that the dagger was now connected to her hand only by the thumb, Haruko slipped both hands down the vertical line and into the bloody and gooey substance that was his flesh. Pulling outward, a small ripping sound could be heard before it stopped. Left hand feeling his insides, she was met with various wet substances and slime covered surfaces. Easily finding what she needed through her medical knowledge of the human body, Haruko once more cut them loose using her dagger.

XXXXXXScooping up all the guts onto her lap, Haruko repositioned herself so that she would be facing the remaining two. Deciding to savour the death of the leader for last, Haruko picked up a small sack which to Haruko felt like the liver as it was still filled with all its juices. Tossing it up and down for a bit, Haruko made sure she had a good grip on it before she tossed it accurately to the man’s side. She watched as the liver connected and the man bending down cautiously to examine it, only to scream after touching it. ”Ah! It…it…it can’t be…” Releasing a soft, crazed giggle, Haruko picked up another, this time the large intestine and tossed it to the man, Haruko kept this up till the all the guts were gone and the man was backed up to the wall scarred. ”What?! What is it you fool! Stop screaming and talk.” A quite whimper could be heard before the salty stench of urine rafted through the room. A low groan escaped the leader’s lips and Haruko found herself feeling more and more satisfied. ‘But my hunger won’t cease till I have his head on a platter,’

XXXXXXPushing herself upward, Haruko felt herself wobble as her vision blurred for a bit before returning to its inferred sight. Breathing rather deeply, Haruko gathered some spit and swallowed in an attempt to moisten her suddenly dried throat. ‘D*** it. I’m losing grip over my body…I don’t have much left…’ Down to her last few minutes, Haruko pushed forward and stepping over the dead body of her first victim, distastefully stepped her way through the puddle of urine. Placing one hand on the shoulder of the whimpering man, Haruko stared at him straight in the eyes with her bright amber ones and within a second the man’s head would be separated from his body. Kicking the body down to the ground so it made a ‘thump’ sound, Haruko raised the dagger to her lips and licked it. ”Seems the army is now down to its last man…” The grunting sound of the man could be heard as he shifted his stance into a defensive one. Shaking her head, Haruko pushed off her feet and charged aiming to slice the man’s neck clean off its body.

XXXXXXAs if he expected it, the leader dropped his blade to the ground and Haruko blinked in surprise but pushed the nagging though aside as she swung forward only for her arm be caught in his tight grip and twisted to her back. Gasping, Haruko felt herself pulled into the man and facing the room. His left hand, which had been free, found its way to her neck and as she found herself gritting her teeth, she knew at any moment, her neck would snap from the pressure. ‘Not good…’ Knowing that she was running low on chakra as her vision began to shift between her normal and infrared vision, Haruko opted for a lower costing technique which would still provide her with the cutting edge she needed. Left arm extended outward, Haruko sent her chakra outward towards the two sources of usable water in the room, the canteen water and urine, and controlled them into the palm of her hand where she moulded it into a sword the size of a nodachi (4). Grasping at this point, Haruko quickly twisted her wrist so that she could swing the blade downward into his arm causing blood to fly out like a sprinkler and paint her face. Crying out in agony, the man released his grip on her as he brought his right arm over to remove the water sword from his left arm. Not giving him a chance, Haruko twirled around and stabbed the man right in the stomach before slicing upward with all her might. The biggest resistance came from the man’s ribs and unable to pierce through, opted to pull out and slice right over it until she was met with his arms once more. Quickly retracting the dagger, Haruko took a step back before using her still greater agility to manoeuvre around him and stab her blade right into his head. Raising her left leg, Haruko gave the man a shove from the back and his body fell lifelessly to the floor. To cut out brain activity was to pretty much kill a person completely.

XXXXXXSlipping the dagger back out, Haruko’s arm was met with some slight slime from his brain but choice to ignore it. Afterall, she’s already covered in substances most would stray away from. Stepping back, Haruko breathed in deeply but her face was one of pleasure. The feeling of dragging her blade through his skin and landing the final blow, there was no excitement like it and Haruko couldn’t help but feel a bit giddily. At this point in time though, Haruko had no time to rejoice as people were bound to check up on them soon enough. Cancelling her sight, Haruko was met with the dark and bending down, searched the body for the keys which she easily found. Unlocking the door, Haruko quickly tugged it open and ran out. Dagger held tightly in her right hand, Haruko placed her left over her wound as she began immediately healing it with a ball of chakra. Racing down the torch lit halls of the basement, Haruko’s devilish smile never left her face. She had just been through hell and back and the thrill was incomparable. This was definitely the parade of a lifetime. Her very own Blood Parade…

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Hey there, so I know this is posted late and I understand if it won't be taken into consideration for the contest but whatever. Posted it just for kicks. Hope you'd all enjoyed it though.

(1) Suikusari no Jutsu (Water Chains Technique)
(2) Chakra Enjintou (Chakra Scalpel)
(3) Uo Tsuba (Fish Spit)
(4)Mizu no Yaiba (Water Sword): Chuunin level
 

[Cobra_X]

A Vicious Cycle

Takeshi sat against the wall of a snowy alleyway in a small village, his clothes soaked with wetness as he attempted to cover his ears and shut out the taunts and cries of the children surrounding him. It was recess again, and as usual the older boys had decided to make an example of him considering he rarely ever fought back. Life had not been easy for the young boy, forever without parents, tossed around from orphanage to orphanage like an unwanted garment... and the incredible pain, always filled with pain. Huddled in a ball of wet clothes and tears, steam rose up from the young boy which seemed to melt the falling flakes of snow in his vicinity, which only served to further soak his tattered clothing further. Takeshi had never been able to explain why this happened, but his body temperature seemed to always be higher then that of others and his body always steamed in such cold weather.

Not even feeling the bitter cold of his situation, Takeshi suddenly felt himself gruffly lifted off the ground as he was thrown up against the wall. What would have pained a normal boy however was barely felt by the young man as he made no reaction to the violent treatment, allowing his limbs to hang limply. Takeshi figured it was useless to fight back, the boys would simply gang up on him and he often found that if he simply let them beat him up, it was all over faster. The maneuver only seemed to anger the leader of the gang this time however as he growled in anger to Takeshi's lack of reaction and he tossed the boy to the ground. Again, Takeshi didn't even bother to get up, the impact barely even registered nor did the frigid cold of the snow covered ground he was tossed into. Everything was in the background of his internal heat and pain.

Normally, this would be the end of the torture and the boys would become bored, but today would be different. Another child had reported the violent actions of the older boy to the head of the orphanage which had resulted in a rather severe beating as punishment. With his face battered, the older child wouldn't be happy until he did the same to another. Pulling out a knife, the older boy held it threateningly to Takeshi causing the rest of the boys watching to take a step back in shock and fear. Takeshi however didn't even see it, he simply lay on the ground, his nose buried in the cold snow, tears streaming from his eyes only to form small carved out holes in the snow as they landed. For all he cared, the older boy could kill him and end it all, so Takeshi didn't even bother to move.

Takeshi didn't have to wait long before the older boy came over, picking him up with one hand as he held the knife to Takeshi's throat taunting him, but instead of getting the fearful reaction he wanted, Takeshi simply stared at the boy with uncaring eyes which practically begged him to follow through on the wish. Enraged, the older boy slashed the knife across Takeshi's cheek ripping a large wound across his face as he tossed him away. Something in Takeshi's instinct allowed him to catch himself before falling, his feet skidding across the snowy surface as a trail of dripping blood stained the white snow as it poured liberally from his face. Amazingly however, Takeshi was still standing, his expression as stoic as before, showing no signs of outward pain even from such a large gash.

Reaching up to his wound with his hand, the blood smeared across his cheek and covered his fingers, but still no cries of agony or pain were heard. Even Takeshi seemed to look at the blood now covering his fingers as if the presence of the wound was a surprise. His blood now boiling, the older boy ran towards Takeshi again, the knife in his hand cocked back behind him with deadly intent as he came closer. Suddenly, Takeshi felt something stir within him, a force he had always felt, but never understood. In an instant his body was arrested, his eyes forced shut as immense pain flooded his system, leaving him completely unable to move out of the way or attempt to dodge the incoming attack. By the time he was finally able to force his eyes open, he looked down to see the knife firmly lodged between his ribs, his tattered garments already soaked through with blood which was dripping into a pool collecting in the snow at his feet.

A look of fear had crossed over the entire assembly around them. Most of the children watching were terrified to have been witness to what would seem like a murder, but others simply seemed afraid that Takeshi was still standing. The older boy's face had changed as well. His hand still firmly holding the dagger in Takeshi's ribs, his expression had shifted from blind rage to complete surprise and fear as to what he had just done. Takeshi remained silent however, his expression stoic and his body motionless as steam continued to rise off of him while blood poured forth from his wound onto the snow below. The instant seemed to last for an eternity to everyone looking on until suddenly, Takeshi's hand shot out from it's limp position, wrapped in what seemed like some kind of dark red energy and grabbed the older boy's hand.

In complete shock, the older boy released the knife and tried to pull away, but it was useless. Whatever force it was which wrapped around Takeshi's arm had made it virtually immovable and the older boy could feel the flesh of his arm begin to burn. The pain only intensified as the boy screamed and pulled harder, but it was no use as Takeshi's grip remained unbreakable, the putrid scent of burning flesh filling the air as black steam rose up from the boy's wrist, his flesh beginning to melt away under the intense heat. In an instant Takeshi's entire body suddenly ignited in the same force as he whipped his arm around, effortlessly tossing the older boy into the stone wall of the alleyway about 10 feet away. Pain rippled quickly through the older boy's body as an intense cry of pain was released from his lips only to be cut short by the lack of air in his lungs which allowed him to produce the sound.

The children watching were stunned, their mouths wide open, their movements and voices paralyzed by what they saw before them. Before gravity even set in to drop the older boy from the cratered impressions of the wall, Takeshi had suddenly appeared, his body moving at speeds unknown to him or anyone else before a fist filled with dark red flaring energy shot forward and impacted the boy, Takeshi's arm shooting straight through the older boy's chest in a spray of blood and gore which stained the wall, the snow, and Takeshi in the remnants of what would be the older child's chest and heart in a violent explosion. Screams of terror rang from the alleyway as the children surrounding them ran to escape with their lives as Takeshi's withdrew his arm from the hole he had created in the older boy, blood spewing forth from his body like a geyser as his lifeless body slid down the wall, a crimson streak of blood marking the path of his descent before ending in a stained pile of snow and debris.

The screaming of the children and their departure from the alleyway in a panic had caught the attention of a pair of passing samurai who made their way to the alleyway just in time to see Takeshi standing over the dead child's body, his body wrapped in a flood of violent energy. Takeshi's head snapping up upon their arrival, he saw the two men arrive, but noted only the sheathed swords at their sides before turning to face them with nothing but reckless hate. To say it was Takeshi looking at them however wouldn't have been completely accurate. He could of course see all that was unfolding before his eyes and was aware of it, but his body was reacting almost on it's own, as if some dormant force inside him had suddenly erupted and taken control of his body. The two men ordered Takeshi to step away from the body and stop releasing the energy, but their words couldn't begin to pierce through the pain the young boy was feeling as it drowned out all else around him.

Before the Samurai could respond to his inaction however, Takeshi suddenly began to cringe beneath the energy flowing around him as he fell to his knees grasping his head and shaking it back and forth. Falling to the ground, Takeshi began rolling in the snow, still clutching his head as his body writhed in pain before a ear-piercing scream of pain erupted from him. Somehow managing to his feet, something in his instinct forced him to grab the knife stuck between his ribs as he pulled it out, a violent spurt of blood gushing from the sight as he did so, as his body temporarily gave way and he fell to his knees once again, only to claw at the bloodied snow before rising to a standing position once more. Afraid that the child would go berserk and kill others, the Samurai charged forward, their swords still kept in their sheaths, hoping to knock the child unconscious.

As the first Samurai reached the boy and attempted to swing his sword/sheath at his head, Takeshi's instinct kicked in again, as the forces erupting off of her swirled into an enraged whirlwind of attacks, his arm batting aside the sword and sheath as his hand whipped around to deliver the knife directly into the Samurai's neck, tearing through his artery in a spray of blood across the alleyway adding to the already gruesome death scene. As the man fell to his knees, his companion attempted to deliver a final blow to the back of Takeshi's head only to have the energy wrapping around Takeshi's body lash out towards him, sending him flying into a wall of the alleyway.

Dropping to his knees once more, a final roar of pain erupted from Takeshi as his body burned with the searing heat of a thousand suns, melting the snow all around him, leaving only a blood dirt path below. After this, the energy final subsided, the force within him having purged it's rage to escape leaving Takeshi blackened and burned on all sides of his body, his wounds seared shut as if burned with fire. His expression blank, the young boy's body finally shut down, his small frame leaning forward, before collapsing onto the ground, his head landing in the dirt where a small puddle of his own blood had pooled.

Darkness began to envelop him, the world beginning to collapse into a single point of light in the last remnants of his hazy vision. Even in the oncoming darkness however, he knew he would awake, the question was where would it be. A single tear streamed down his eye again, the colorless liquid mixing with blood as it made it's way down his cheek, his eyes finally closing as his body finally shut down, abandoning his mind to the nightmares that always came afterward. This had not been the first time it had happened, nor would it be the last more then likely.

Snow continued to fall over the alleyway, the pure-white flakes beginning to bury the evidence of the bloody scene beneath it, yet leaving Takeshi uncovered. Steam continued to rise from the young man's body as his body twitched and writhed every so often in response to the nightmares in his mind subjected him to. Clothes soaked through with water and blood, he lay unconscious in a small puddle of melted snow his elevated body heat created as tiny streams of crimson meandered out from underneath him, lightly staining the snow at the puddle's end. There he would stay until he was brought somewhere else, moved to a new orphanage to be someone else's liability, where the scene would once more undoubtedly play itself again. Konaga Takeshi, the boy that no one would ever want.

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I honestly didn't get as much time to work on this as I would have wanted to, and really it's not that uber violent, but hopefully someone likes it. We'll just have to see. It's a late entry, I understand, but whatever.
 

[TheUnknownPresentGiver]

OHHOHOHOHOHO! So many juicy submissions!!! I am going over everything now, there is a lot of writing, so I will be at it for a couple of days but THANK YOU ALL for the reads, what I have seen so far I am very happy with the contest, and am glad it went so well.

Well now enough of that, on to the reading!  

[TheUnknownPresentGiver]

Sorry guys, I had a un expected burst in work and have only gone over a portion of the submissions. BUT! I like what I see so far, and I hope you can all be a bit patient and allow me to go through the rest.

Awards will be given in the next 4-5 days! Again sorry for the wait. redface  

[TheUnknownPresentGiver]

OKAY! First off I would like to thank every one for competing, it was really fun reading through your submissions, but three stood out in the crowd and I gotta give it up to

1st place! Silence Matter!

You are the first prize winner and will receive 100k soon! Thank you, I very much enjoyed reading your post.

2nd place! Sk Loda!

Was a bit weary at first, but loved it in the end you get 25k!

3rd place! Jelani564!

Third place was a close call, but I decided on you because of the name. I like your story about the same as everyone else but you title had a nice ring to it, and gave you that little Uph you needed to win. You get 10k!

Well, that wraps it up for this contest, money will be sent out soon and I hope everyone here will post in my next contest when ever that might be! One again THANK YOU ALL! Made a awesome week great with your submissions.  

[Cobra_X]

TheUnknownPresentGiver

Well, that wraps it up for this contest, money will be sent out soon and I hope everyone here will post in my next contest when ever that might be! One again THANK YOU ALL! Made a awesome week great with your submissions.

I demand a critique on all submissions entered!

What you liked, what you didn't like, etc...
 

[TheUnknownPresentGiver]

Cobra_X

TheUnknownPresentGiver

Well, that wraps it up for this contest, money will be sent out soon and I hope everyone here will post in my next contest when ever that might be! One again THANK YOU ALL! Made a awesome week great with your submissions.

I demand a critique on all submissions entered!

What you liked, what you didn't like, etc...

I must admit, I wished to do this as I annouced the winners, but I tend to go ingto a lot of detail when I write that sort of thing up, and my online time is short atm and I did not want to keep the winners waiting.

BUT!! Since thy almighty GUILD MASTER DEMANDS IT SO SHALL IT BE! (although I would have done so if any one asked mrgreen ) However, I must finish a work presentation, and it will take most my time, and all of my critique.

I will have up my opinion on each story in a... well not easy to put a date on it, but as soon as I have the time to do it right, I will. Again, this work stuff popped up on me (Never happens, but when I hold a contest BAM crying ) so this contest kinda took a back seat to Rl stuff in a big way. ANYWAY! I am rambling, my likes and dis like will be up soon!

SO BEWAAAAARE!

... wait what should they beware of?

My Critique!

Why?

Because!

That is not a answer...

*Gonk* stare