Uchiha Madara silently hid in the bushes and smothered her chakra signature just like Okaa-sama told her to do. She could feel as three hostile chakra signatures began to close in on them and gripped the kunai that Okaa-sama gave her close to her chest.

From where she was hidden, Madara watched as Okaa-sama clutched her protruding stomach in concern, her little brother reacting to the stressful situation they were in.

Once again, Madara wished that she could be by Okaa-sama's side and help her with her otouto. That they could flee to the safehouse, to where the rest of the clan was eventually going to gather, and be safe within the barrier of Uchiha clansmen.

But Okaa-sama was too slow and too weak to flee with her pregnant belly weighing her down while Madara was too small and too tired to put up any fight to the shinobi pursuing them.

And even if Madara wanted to fight, Okaa-sama would have prohibited her from doing so. The words that Okaa-sama told her before she was instructed to hide floated to the front of her mind.

You must never land in enemy hands, daughter, for horrors will await you.

Thinking back on how she ended up in this position, all Madara could remember was being scooped up by Okaa-sama, running away from their house that exploded in a fiery inferno. Screams echoed in the night as terrifying shadows ruthlessly slaughtered her clansmen.

All Madara could do was hope that Otou-sama and her little brothers have made it through the chaos together. She didn't want to consider what would happen if they were separated.

Soon, the three shinobi entered the clearing that Madara and Okaa-sama were in, cornering Okaa-sama into a tree.

Madara felt her heartbeat go bad-ump bad-ump and wondered if her heart was loud enough that the enemy shinobi could hear it. She took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and proceeded watch the exchange happening in front of her.

"Well, well, what do we have here? A whore knocked up with a demon child, huh. I'd say it's our lucky day." The leader of the three shinobi sneered at Okaa-sama, causing her to frown severely at their words.

Hearing the sheer disrespect for Okaa-sama, Madara felt the familiar sparks of anger flare up in her chest. However, the flames were completely smothered with the next words she heard.

"Hey, how about we cut out the bastard from the slut's belly and then . . . play with the bitch a little?" The shinobi on the right of the suggested while leering at Okaa-sama.

Hearing that, Madara almost ran out from her hiding spot to stab the disgusting shinobi that would dare suggest such a thing. However, she wasn't able to do anything rash as Okaa-sama decided to take care of the shinobi by throwing the senbon that she secretly held in her hand straight into his eye.

Okaa-sama tsked. "What a vulgar man."

The shinobi let out a short scream of agony as the sharpened chakra-enhanced needle pierced his eye and went straight out through the back of his head. His grey matter splattered on the tree behind him, painting a gruesome picture to all who watched.

Immediately, Okaa-sama took the slight surprise and hesitation by the dead shinobi's companions by trying to stab the throat of the closest shinobi near her with another senbon she had.

Unfortunately, the shinobi nearest to her was not only more experienced then his comrade but was also the leader of the entire group. He was able to react just in time to grab Okaa-sama's wrist and break it, causing her to let go of the senbon she held and drop to the floor in pain.

Madara unconsciously took one step towards her mother, wanting to stop the atrocity that she knew would happen. However, Okaa-sama glanced in her direction, her eyes ordering her stay hidden.

You must never land in enemy hands, daughter, for horrors will await you.

Disobeying Okaa-sama when they were in such a delicate situation would only cause more problems to arise, it would only hurt them both in the long-run. So even if Madara wanted to do anything, all she could do was clench her teeth and move deeper into the foliage covering her.

"How dare you kill one of my men! I'll fucking kill you, you cunt!"

With that said, the leader began to kick Okaa-sama's stomach furiously while the remaining shinobi watched in sadistic glee.

Soon, blood began to pour out from under Okaa-sama's dress, her eyes glazed over with tears as she was forced to endure the pain of feeling her child being killed in her womb.

The other shinobi placed a hand on the leader's shoulder. "Hey, hey, save some for me. I wanna have a taste before we slit her throat."

"Tch," the leader dropped Okaa-sama to the floor, "fine, do whatever. Just make sure to kill the sexhole when you're done. She's practically useless since she doesn't have a Sharingan. Make sure it hurts."

The shinobi grinned and gave a salute. "Aye, aye, Captin!"

The leader left the clearing with the body of the dead shinobi, not interested in watching his companion have his way with the injured woman.

Once the leader was gone, the shinobi then took his kunai and slit Okaa-sama's dress open, allowing him easier access to what he desired, and unbuckled his pants. He then entered into Okaa-sama and groaned out in pleasure as more blood came gushing out of her.

Madara was frozen as she watched the shinobi violate Okaa-sama brutally, unable to do anything as Okaa-sama stared at her with severe, dark eyes to stay still. Her eyes began to burn intensely as she heard the nauseating sounds of naked flesh slap against each other.

You must never land in enemy hands, daughter, for horrors will await you.

Suddenly, the scene that Madara was seeing became razor sharp to her eyes, the stark crimson blood that pooled against the dark green grass under Okaa-sama, the white Senju clan symbol on the shinobi's clothes, and the pale moonlight that shinned down on the entire carnal act for all to see.

Seeing Okaa-sama not acknowledge him, the shinobi growled before clutching her face and forcing her to look him in the eye.

"Since you don't want to look at me, why don't we just get rid of those pesky eyes of yours, hm?" The shinobi then brought his kunai and began to brutally gorge out Okaa-sama's eyes.

The back of Madara's head began to ache as she looked out at the act of barbarity, it was so excruciatingly painful that Madara could barely see what was in front of her.

Despite the physical pain that Madara felt, she was quiet and still. Nothing, nothing, could compare to the sheer agony Madara felt as she witnessed Okaa-sama get raped and mutilated- unable to help do to her own weakness and the words that kept repeating in her head.

You must never land in enemy hands, daughter, for horrors will await you.

Finally, the shinobi finished and stood up, spitting on Okaa-sama while he buckled up his pants. "Che, I had better lays than you."

After saying his part, he stepped on Okaa-sama's head, savagely crushing it under his feet until it turned into a gory mess. Once he made sure that Okaa-sama was sufficiently dead, he left the clearing to chase after his leader.

For a long while, Madara hid in the bush, staring at Okaa-sama's corpse a few feet from her. The image of the body was etched into her mind, unable to be forgotten or erased in anyway.

You must never land in enemy hands, daughter, for horrors will await you.

She didn't know how much time passed- minutes, hours, or days –all she could do was stare. But then, somehow, Madara managed leave her hiding place and sit down by Okaa-sama's side, her hand holding the corpse's cooling hand.

Madara could feel something wet drop down her cheek. When she touched her face and brought her hand in front of her, all she could see was blood covering her fingers, the shade so very similar to the Sharingan that her clan boasted about.

Something in her shattered . . .

. . . and she was soon crushed under the weight of thousands of broken pieces of memories of another world, in another time, in another body.