A black blur dashed accross the now quiet streets. At five o' clock it would normally be busy by now but the pile of corpses showed the reason for the silence. A short boy stared in horror at the massacre as he entered the complex. Running to the main house, he ran to his parents room just in time to witness the brutal slaughter of his parents. Crimson copy wheels cut through the dark and stared at him with a devilish gleam.
[Sasuke's POV]
Pain surged through my head as Itachi-nee-san's eyes swirled into the funny shaped Sharingan. Images of the blood-coated night. Flashes of Oba-san and Oji-san falling dead by my own brother's blades. "Noooo! Itachi! Stop!"
[Dream End]
Suddenly my eyes snap open as I feel a cool, smooth metal object pressed against my neck. My eyes turn a shimering red as I see the familiar onyx eyes staring blankly at me.
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