Earth Fighter Mission; Hell on Earth

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** Warning I'm a pretty open person, so you should expect almost anything to pop up in my writing **

Standard text - basic story

Italic text - someone's dream

'Standard text' - someone's thinking

**Extreme Warning, Could be a Disturbing Chapter to Some**

Itachi had left a few hours later, finding it very hard to concentrate as he made his way back to the Akatsuki hide out. He still was feeling small waves of pleasure even when he stepped into his room. He locked the door behind him and rested against it. Itachi took in a long breath and exhaled loudly, his mind spinning with the amazing night he and Archer had.

"Fuck, what a night." he whispered to himself as his eyes gently closed, tilting his head back as he softly slid himself down to the floor.

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Archer stared at the ceiling in her apartment as she lay on her bed, thinking. Too many things circling through her mind, Uchiha Itachi being the subject of many. How he made her feel when they were together. His hands and fingertips on her skin, his velvety voice whispering to her.

'How does he do it? How does he make me feel so…so…' she pondered. "Ah! I can't even figure out what to call it." she scolded.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Archer sat up and looked over at the source of the noise that rested on her night stand beside her bed. Her phone flashed alerting her to the new text message she had recently received. She picked up the phone a weird feeling coming over her, but she just shrugged it off. She flipped open her phone, clicking a few buttons to bring up the message. It read:

Come back to head quarters

Immediately! You have been

Assigned a mission, only you can

Accomplish. Sorry for cutting your break

Short we need you.

-Athena L

"A mission only I can accomplish? What do they mean by that?" questioned Archer. She sighed loudly, flipping the covers back.

AT THE EARTH FIGHTER HEADQUATERS

"Excuse me!! Why can't someone else take this mission. This could potentially start a war between the other ninja countries. The Leaf doesn't need this right now." Archer passionately defended.

"I am sorry Archer, but the organization needs to know what Akatsuki is up to." replied one of her superiors.

"But," began Archer.

"Unless you can give me a reason why you partaking in this mission will destroy you or this organization, you have no standing, and will play your part in gathering the information that we need." cut off her superior. "Well?"

Archer's fists clenched "No Ma'am, nothing relevant." Her superior looked her up and down, and nodded dismissing her. Archer turned marching out of the office.

Once Archer got back into her apartment she slammed the door closed. She tossed the envelope filled with the information that she needed onto her bed. Archer glared at the evil, brown 8 ½ x 11 envelope that held many pieces of paper describing each Akatsuki member along with all the information her organization had on the group. She walked over and picked up the envelope her hand unwillingly shaking as she tried to reach for the flap to open it. Her hand managed to make it an inch away and it wouldn't go any farther. She through the envelope back onto the bed, went and changed into her training clothes. She jumped off of her balcony racing for the training grounds.

She beat her frustrations out on the wooden dummies, splinters covering the ground everywhere around her. Her hands bloody and swollen, every so often halting her outburst to remove some of the wood chips embedded into her skin. She let out a loud sigh of unsatisfied frustration, when she sensed a familiar Leaf ninja.

"Not in the mood to talk right now Kakashi." she curtly stated. The spiky-haired ninja stepped out cautiously.

"We don't have to talk, we can just spar instead." suggested Kakashi, walking slowly towards her.

"Wouldn't want to kill you, I'm more in the mood to destroy then anything." warned Archer slamming a fist into another wooden dummy. Kakashi watched as more kindling littered the ground.

"It would help my taijutsu." Kakashi plainly stated. Archer turned all her attention to him, her eyes borrowing into his soul. An evil smirk found its way onto her lips, Kakashi becoming slightly curious about the reason. Within a few seconds Kakashi found himself on the ground, one kunai on each side of his neck, the metal blades shaking from the force being held back that would surely leave his body without a head. He could feel her leaning on him, her knees pinning his arms, her arms crossed over his shoulders making his upper body useless.

"I'm only going to say this once, as much as I appreciate the offer. No. I don't want my hands stained with the blood of one of the Leaf's most valuable ninja." she sternly stated.

"I obviously need to train some more." Kakashi wearily suggested. Archer's grip started to relax, and she stood up, offering her hand when Kakashi had a chance to sit up. He took her hand and she helped him up.

"Thank you for the offer, maybe I will take you up on that some other time." Archer offered as she performed a small fire jutsu to clean up the wood chips. "I'll see you later." she said with a sluggish wave.

"Hey if you ever need to talk." mentioned Kakashi his statement bringing Archer to a soft stop.

"Thanks, I'll remember that." she replied not bothering to look at him. She then continued on her way back to her apartment where she needed to confront her soon to be future for whatever length of time the organization needed.

She managed to climb the stairs that led to her apartment, without too much fight from her body. But the second she reached for the door knob, her hand began to shake just slightly. She glared at her hand angered that her body would defy her in such a way. Her anger now taking back control of her body, forced herself to open the door and quickly step in closing the door softly. She looked towards the bed, and she hoped with all her might that the mission was just a joke and one of her friends took the envelope away or it was just mysteriously missing.

"Get a hold of yourself Archer, it might not even be that bad of a mission." she reasoned. Archer walked over to the bed, sat down and picked up the envelope, opening it. Like she would always do she laid out all the papers in order across the bed. She took a deep breath and began at the first paper. "Goddess help me." was all she could manage to say. She spent the rest of the day in silence, her mind spinning with her new mission. Her mission was to infiltrate the Akatsuki by becoming a member. Her way in included taking the identity of a young woman who was sadly, killed when she decided to pick a fight with a group that likes to believe they rival the Akatsuki. Her connection with the Akatsuki involved them keeping tabs on her to be a potential member. Best part is that the Akatsuki don't yet know she's dead. Archer's organization wants her to disguise herself as this woman and go through the Akatsuki training, and find out as much as she can, until she has given her organization enough information and then she would get out, hopefully without causing too much of a fuss.

Archer packed her travel pack, and once she was done with that she wrote two notes. One she place on the door for anyone that might come along, while the other was for Ashley which she left on the counter. Tomorrow she would leave and with a little luck be back in a month or so. After having a shower she sat back on her bed and looked over the profile of the woman once more. Black hair with blue streaks everywhere, 5'7, 19 years of age ,slim no real defining muscle, no tattoos or remarkable scars. For personality, to put it simply the "I know it all" attitude, not really a man pleaser, according to the roster she was still a virgin, and for bad traits: doesn't work well under superiors. Archer sighed heavily, laid down and closed her eyes, praying that she would get some type of sleep.

The next morning she took one last look of the Leaf village, before jumping down and heading to the gate. It was 5:45am, and she wanted to leave without being spotted by too many people. Once she was out of the gate and fairly far down the path; where she could only just see the tall gates of the Leaf village, she looked around to make sure no one was around her she then performed a transformation enchantment. This enchantment lasted for very extended periods of time. The longest she had ever used it was for 3 months. Hopefully she wouldn't need it for much longer than that. She performed some basic movements testing out her new form as if trying on a new jacket.

"Well the faster I start this the faster it's finished." she consoled herself. She dashed off heading towards the last place she was seen.

Five Hours Later…

"What a mess." said Archer looking over the charred ruins of what looked like an old place that was used to be a headquarters for some type of organization. She kicked up some soggy ashes with her boot. Her new voice still sent a weird feeling through her, sounding so young even though she herself wasn't much older. 'Guess that's what comes with experience.' she pondered. She looked around and continued walking, going nowhere in particular. If the Akatsuki wanted this girl so badly then they will be coming to look for her. So hunting them down would be pointless.

She continued on travelling putting the pieces she had together, and deduced that if the Akatsuki did not come looking for her in a couple of hours then she was going to have to do something to catch their attention. The day was coming to an end and it was starting to get a little irritating that nothing had happened yet.

As darkness took over the sky she decided to hit one of the shadier pubs located just out of the blue, in the depths of the forest she had been travelling through. She walked in and scanned the bar. Like she thought all the men would turn and look. She wasn't wearing anything too revealing, just a form fitting tank top, and black pants. Her breasts were no bigger than a B-cup, and her ass wasn't that big, so in sense the average woman. This girl's weapons of choice were two swords that were strapped to her back. They weren't very long, the blade itself along with the handle had to be equivalent to a metre.

She walked straight up to the bar not even bothering to look twice at any of the men that packed the place. She did notice however the small group in the back wearing black cloaks that had red clouds painted on them.

"What can I get you little lady?" evilly grinned the bartender looking her up and down like a piece of meat. Archer mentally twitched, if she was in her own body she would snatch his eyes out in a heart beat.

"Warm sake. And don't call me "little lady"." she growled. The Bartender's grin quickly was replaced by a stern, serious look.

"Listen princess." he began. "I can call you whatever I damn well please. Look around, ain't no other bitch in this bar. And I'm sure all the rest of the boys in here would love to have one of us hold you down while we each go around and do what we wants to yah. So if I were you I would shut my bitch trap." She stared at him, no emotion emitting off her face.

'Mental reminder when I'm done with this mission come back and kill this mother-fucking hick.' Archer locked into memory. But since she was suppose to be some one else, "What a lovely speech. I may be a princess but you are a bartender. FUCKING GET ME MY DRINK!" Everyone turned to see what the hell was making all the noise. She didn't take her eyes off the bartender, daring him to make a move. Most of the men started to move towards the bar, hoping for their chance to carve up her pretty little body. She still didn't alter her gaze. Everyone was on pins and needles waiting for someone to make the first move. She heard the door open, and even in her sleep she could identify who had just walked in the door.

Kisame and Itachi stepped further into the pub, both of them some what curious as to what was going on at the bar. Itachi headed straight for the table that still had the other Akatsuki members sitting there. Kisame on the other hand decided to push his way through to the bar to order his drink of choice.

"Some warm sake and make it snappy." ordered Kisame. As the bartender tore himself away from the girl's stare, Kisame looked her up and down, pleased at what he was seeing. She on the other hand didn't even give him a glance. The Bartender returned with the spout of sake and placed it on the bar counter. As Kisame went to reach for it she grabbed it instead and drank it like it was water. She slapped the spout back on the counter and put down some cash beside it.

"Was that so hard." she asked directing her comment to the bartender. She slid off her stool and started walking towards the door, squeezing her way through the group of men that decided not to move.

"You fucking bitch." angrily stated Kisame, the girl not bothering to turn around.

She continued on out the door and came to a stop just inside the tree line. 'I hate taking on younger forms, their body's not adjusted to high alcohol intake.' Archer mentally scolded as her stomach churned causing painful cramps. 'Well if that didn't get their attention then I get to end this mission early.' After a minute or two her stomach calmed down, and she continued to walk into the woods. She would have to camp out in the forest tonight, but she thought that it would probably be the better idea than sleeping in a hotel where there is only two actual exits.

Back at the Pub…

"Did you see that bitch drink my sake?" angrily whined Kisame. Itachi glared at him, his red eyes telling his partner not to get on his nerves.

"Regardless, the Leader wants her in the organization." reminded Itachi.

"Fuck that, don't we have enough sluts walking around that building." commented Kisame.

"No we need more fuck-able sluts walking around that building." added one of the younger Akatsuki members.

"Either way we need to go get her. Come on." Itachi ordered. The men finished their drinks and left the bar, following her tracks.

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She continued walking through the haunting forest, the shadow of night on the branches feeling like they were reaching out to touch her. 'Some time soon I should set up camp.' she mentally noted. She continued walking for a little longer, until she found a place somewhat suitable to rest. Just out of natural instinct she searched for any energy signature that might be coming her way. Lone behold she discovered six interesting energy signatures quickly coming her way, two of the energy signatures being very familiar to her. When she was this young her natural instinct was to lead on the hunter, until she could twist it so that the hunter became the prey. 'This could be more fun than I thought.' she thought to herself. So she started out in a quick dash testing to make sure that they were after her. Sure enough once they sensed that she increased her speed, they increased theirs exponentially. She couldn't make it that easy for them, so she increased her speed a bit more, and dimmed down her chakra signature to almost nil. Of course she knew that Itachi would be able to detect her regardless, because of his Sharingan. 'At least this get up seems to be fooling even him.' she smirked. 'Okay enough cat and dog, time to get some work down and test this new body out.' She altered her direction by twisting, landed on a large branch and propelled herself towards the direction of the oncoming Akatsuki members, her swords drawn. Itachi's eyes widened in curiosity once he detected her change in direction.

"What is it?" asked Kisame noticing Itachi's small change in expression.

"She is either very stupid, or has a death wish." Itachi stated calmly. "She is coming towards us." The Akatsuki readied themselves with their weapons. "Here she comes." A female body in fighting stance shot out of the darkness. Kisame met her oncoming assault and blocked it with Samahada.

"You're mine bitch." hissed Kisame.

"You're not my type asshole." she snipped back. Both of them landed on the ground, and jumped back from one another. Two of the other Akatsuki members charging at her hardly giving her a chance to catch her breath. She fought them back managing to deliver a non-life threatening slice to the chest of one of them. Two more came at her trying to tackle her to the ground, but she managed to squirm out of their grasps. Once she was out she tossed a handful of needles at them anchoring them to the ground. Kisame came at her again, but this time her body didn't react as fast as she wanted to. 'The one thing I hate about this enchantment it limits my abilities to that of the individual that I disguise myself as. Fuck.' She received a harsh wound, chunks of flesh still attached to her right arm. "Fucking bastard." she hissed. Kisame chuckled evilly. She charged at him anger not directed to him, but to her situation. She dodged his attacks, but once she got close enough to him she tried to cut him, but he blocked it. Kisame then delivered a powerful back hand, sending her flying back a few meters. 'What a hit, I will feel that tomorrow.' She hauled herself back up from the ground, everything around her vibrating slightly. The taste of fresh blood snapping her back to reality.

"Itachi you didn't tell me that she was such a spit fire." commented Kisame licking her blood off his hand.

She glared at him, feeling the side of her face pulsating with pain. Pain that she hadn't felt in a long time. 'Damn body.' she cursed. She noticed them starting to circle around her, and she readied herself for the on coming assault.

"She's a pain in the ass, do we really need her?" asked one of the Akatsuki members. Her eyes just narrowed not daring to take her eyes off of Itachi and Kisame. In her new body the others she could hand easily, but those two in the state she was in she wouldn't be able to touch them, just piss them off beyond belief.

"You know who we are, don't you." spoke Itachi sternly, Kisame sporting a proud smile.

"Perhaps." she commented cautiously.

"We've been sent to recruit you to be the newest member of Akatsuki." explained Itachi. She smiled weakly.

"What an honour, to be recruited by Akatsuki." she stated acting like she was going to cry. "But that definitely deserves a FUCK YOU!" her expression quickly changing to a narrow glare. "If you're done then I'll be on my way." she said as she started to back away slowly.

"An invitation into the Akatsuki is not lightly dismissed." warned Itachi advancing slowly. She stopped, moving back into her fighting stance.

She mentally smirked, 'So this is the chill the average person experiences when up against the Akatsuki, let alone the demon Uchiha that slaughtered his family. Maybe I didn't give them enough credit…nah.' "I can't really see why your organization would want me. Rumour has it that you already have enough people at your disposal. Unless…you're not completing your tasks to the standard they would like." she smirked. All the men glared at her. 'Point for me, yes!'

"It would be a lot easier on everybody if we just killed her and be done with it." offered Kisame.

"Regardless the Leader wants her, we get her." reminded Itachi.

"So you guys are the Akatsuki's Golden Retrievers, here to fetch whatever they want." she snidely deducted.

"Although, teaching her some manners is definitely in order." added Itachi narrowing his red eyes at her. The air around her had quickly changed, to very dry making it hard to breathe. She had crossed the line, and she was going to pay.

They all came at her from various directions, weapons at the ready, wanting blood. She fended them off the best she could. The four nobodies she could handle on her own, even with the enchantment in effect. The problem came with the other two; Kisame and Itachi, they were too calculated, too fast, too much. The pain felt at first hard and sharp, then as they continued to strategically cut away at her small body, it felt like dull aches. Surprisingly a comfort in a sense, the only thing Archer could compare it to was the initial greeting of a very good friend you hadn't seen for a very long time. The rib crushing hug hitting you hard, only to be dulled by the bliss of having that person back in you're life.

'How sick.' she mentally scolded, holding desperately to consciousness. 'Too familiar, this pain. My body never was able to forget it I suppose. I remember this too well, using pain to prove to myself that I still am alive. It cradles me, the cool air wrapping around me, forcing my vessels to hold whatever life fluid I have left. My one true lover, you will always be there during my worst, and be there hiding in my closet at my best.' She falls, a dull thud echoes through her ears as she lands on the crisp grass. Her eyes just barely open, threatening to slam shut. She could just make out someone walking towards her. And being the person she naturally is she looked up to see who it was. Itachi stood over her watching blood drip down into her eye, turning her world a crimson colour.

Itachi was taken by surprise when he saw a smirk make its way onto her cracked, and bruised lips. And if he hadn't been so close he would have mistaken her last whisper as part of a light breeze.

"A true lover indeed." were the last words she spoke before darkness consumed her.

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When she came to, she was lying on a stone floor welcoming the cold feeling on her cheek. She opened her eyes slowly, where she was immediately greeted by bitter pain from the eye that had the blood drip into it.

"Uhh, fuck." she hissed, her eyes watering in response to the stinging. She continuously blinked her eyes, the dust and dry blood streaming down her cheek. Once her eyes were comfortable with opening completely, she began looking around, everything still looking pitch black. Out of frustration she let out a harsh sigh, her eyes pressed together tightly. When she opened her eyes again, everything was brightly defined. 'What the hell?' As she looked around at her surroundings it finally popped back into her aching head. 'Right, it takes roughly twenty-four hours for the enchantment to match special abilities, and techniques. The information that I was given said that she had the willed ability to see no matter how dark it is, along with being able to alter molecules in the air to then use at her will. This could be interesting.'

She had deduced after she had a chance to look around that they had thrown her into a cell. She figured that she was in the basement since there wasn't any windows. There was a light built into the cell but it was protected by caging, and the wires attached to the light led outside the cell. 'So they're the only ones that can turn on the light. That can really deteriorate the mind and soul, if a person is left here for an extended period of time.' Once she was finished looking around she closed her eyes once again. Still keeping her eyes activated she decided that trying to stand up and see how much damage had been done.

Using the stone wall as a brace she tried to pull herself up. Spasms shot through her muscles, forcing her to fall to her knees. "Fucking bastards." she cursed in a whisper. She tried once again, pulling herself up, this time not immediately falling back to the floor. "Well some progress." she told herself. She slowly took a step, each time she took a step, pings of pain shot down each of her legs as the blood freely started to flow back to her lower limbs. After about forty minutes of moving each extremity until the pain seemed to be an even dull everywhere.

'Now let's see if I can get out of here.' she suggested to herself. She walked to the door now and then feeling the sting of the freshly healed cuts she had received from Kisame and Itachi. 'I'm going to have to pay them back for that.' she mentally noted. Just as she reached for the doorknob it started to turn. 'SHIT!' She backed away a few meters, keeping her eyes on the door. Her eyes slowly deactivating as the light from the hallway gradually found its way into the room. She held her ground as the two figures stepped inside once the door was opened. 'Kisame and Itachi.' Itachi motioned for Kisame to turn on the light. The harsh fluorescent shine causing her head to throb all at once, the pain moving from the front to the back of her skull.

"You look like shit." loudly chuckled Kisame. Her eyes narrowed at him, and in return he did the same to her.

"Close the door." ordered Itachi, continuing to look at her. A weird feeling came over her, as he continued to study her. The best way she could describe it was squirmy.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." she spat.

"Why would we want a picture of a weak, beaten girl?" he asked.

She naturally cringed, 'If only you knew, Uchiha.' "Please, god don't make me try to figure out your sicko, sexual preferences." she quickly snapped back, rolling her eyes.

"Have you had a chance to rethink our offer?" asked Itachi approaching her cautiously.

"Yeah, I don't think beating me to a near inch of my life and throwing me into a cell really helps your case." she huffed.

"Do you have any other options." sarcastically asked Kisame. Her gaze switched to his tall form, standing at the closed door.

"I should have taken the woman's offer." she whispered. Both of the men looked at her wide eyed.

"What woman?" Itachi asked quickly, very interested in an answer.

"Why do you care? They only accept the female gender apparently." she asked eagerly awaiting an answer.

"It doesn't matter." Itachi said, quickly brushed off her question. "We are not going to leave until you agree to join the organization."

"Well then the both of you are going to be waiting here for a while." she advised crossing her arms over her chest.

"You don't get it." said Kisame. "If you don't join willingly then you will be forced."

"Forced?" she asked. "Why the hell do you want me to join so badly?"

"Is it a yes or no?" Itachi asked becoming very irritated.

"Getting angry are we?" she snidely asked. "How about a Hell No, you psychotic, self centred bastard. Let me go!" Itachi's eyes narrowed at her, Kisame looking back and forth between the two of them wondering what was going to happen next.

"Think it over. I'll ask you again tomorrow." he calmly stated turning around and walking towards the door. Kisame opened the door Itachi immediately stepping out. "She's yours for now. Don't kill her." he ordered to someone just out of her view. Once Itachi and Kisame were out of sight two men came rushing in and quickly grabbed her. They dragged her out of the cell and down the hall.

"Where the hell are you taking me." she shouted trying to remove herself from the two men's death grips around her wrists.

"To torture room six." informed a smaller statchered man. She looked up at him, the sight of him sucking all the oxygen from her lungs. She knew him, and seeing his face made her stomach twist. She knew him from a long time ago, but she couldn't remember from when.

They dragged her into the cold, damp, steel room. They tied her hands together with a scratchy synthetic rope. She knew that if she struggled against it to try and break free, she would do more damage to her wrists than loosening the rope. They did the same to her ankles making sure that she wouldn't be able to freely move any of her limbs. Once they were done tying her up, the two men lifted her up and secured a large meat hook through the rope that bound her hands. Everything was too tight, so much so that when she looked up at her hands, the purple colour that they were turning made her a little sick. The numbness and tingling quickly went from annoying to down right painful, especially when she tried to move her fingers to force blood back to them.

"I am the torture specialist for the Akatsuki." the smaller man introduced, as he came to stand in front of her. She looked down at him more incuriosity, her mind wheeling through all the people she had met in her entire life trying desparately to identify him. "I have been ordered not to kill you. Which saddens me to no end, but I can promise you that I will make up for it." he smiled.

He walked away from her and towards a wall that had many creative devices mounted on it. He slowly walked from one end of the wall to the other, giving each one dedicated attention until he found something that brought a large smile to his face. "This should do nicely." he said as he unclipped the device from the wall. By the way the air whistled around the tool, she could tell that it was something light, and easily manipulated by the user. "We can't completely break you on your first day, then I wouldn't be able to see you tomorrow." he chuckled. He rotated the device using his wrist. Again the low whistling was heard. She shut her eyes, and released a slow breath. She knew what that sound was.

'A whip.' she mentally composed. Her body surprising her, upon the realization her body seemed to relax just slightly. She heard the whistle once again as he spun the tool around faster. The whistle peeked just before he pulled it back for the first painful blow. The crack of the whip against the thin material covering her back deafened her. The thin material of her shirt splitting open, the leather scratching the top layer of her skin. Her nerve endings buzzing with electricity sending messages of pain straight through her body. She almost missed the whistle as he wound up for the second, sharp attack. This time the leather of the whip making full contact with the skin of her back. Her skin splitting open under the thin, scrupulous tool. The long slash immediately filling with her warm life liquid. With each blow, her back pulsated with pain. The blood would pool towards the surface, eventually draining out, to slowly trek its way down her back till it hit the waistband of her pants. The red liquid would travel along the waistband, until it would seep through the fabric, to eventually run down her legs and drip on the floor. The pain encompassed her, and for two hours he continued to assault her. Her lips bleeding from biting down on them, to muffle her whimpers of pain. 'Don't give him the satisfation, don't give him the satisfation.' she kept repeating to herself. Once he tired himself out he tossed the now sopping whip off to the side. He walked around so he could see her face. She met his gaze head on, enjoying the puzzled expression on his face.

"Huh? No tears, no fear, no misery." he verbally deducted, firmly grasping her chin, and forcefully moving her face side to side. "You remind me of someone I had the honour of torturing years ago. She had the same look, except hers was full of hate." She continued to stare at him, in the back of her mind still trying to figure out where she knew him from. "Why the silent treatment, most women would be begging me to stop, and let them go." he asked her. He waited for her to answer in some way, but no words came from her mouth. His eyebrows furrowed in frustration. He pulled back and delivered a hard punch to her abdomen, forcing all her air out of her lungs. Her stomach becoming rigid. She coughed lightly trying to force the needed oxygen back into her body. Just as she managed to catch her breath, he hit her again with an upper jab on the right side of her abdomen. Her body heaving as if to vomit, but she managed to hold it back. He hit her again, and again, the color of her core turning different shades of purple and blue. He mixed it up by throwing in a hard kick to her chest now and then. During those hits she would let the slightest gasp escape her. By the end of his beating session she could feel her ribs crunching ever so slightly.

"Sir, they are back, to see her." informed one of the henchmen that brought her in earlier.

"Tell them that I'm not finished with her yet." he ordered. The henchman left the room, and she could hear the muffled discussion going on in the hall. He delivered another powerful punch to her core, causing internal blood to jump up her throat. Just as she caught her breath, and he prepped himself to deliver another hit, Itachi and Kisame came bursting in through the door. The specialist's henchmen following right behind them. "I'm not finished with her yet." he stated forcefully. Itachi came to a stop in front of him, and looked her up and down. She held his gaze for a second, her stomach twisted and turned causing her to cringe. If she didn't try to diminish the taste of blood filling her mouth, her body was going to burn the taste out with the hydrochloric acid anxiously waiting in her stomach. She leaned off to the side as far as she could and split out the mix of blood and saliva.

"Charming." snidely remarked Kisame, walking around her assessing the damage to her body.

"Fuck you." she huskly snapped back.

"You see she still has some fight in her." the specialist tried to reason.

"Yeah and the Leader wants to keep some of that in her so she's not completely useless to us." Itachi stated. The Specialist glared at him.

"Fine, bring her back to her cell." the specialist sighed waving over his henchmen. She cringed as they lifted her off the hook, and dragged her out into the hall. The dry wounds on her back reopening and leaving a bloody smear on the floor. Itachi and Kisame following behind them. Once they reached her cell, they opened the door grabbed her and through her in. Her body landing ungracefully onto the hard cement floor. Kisame and Itachi came into the cell with her closing the door behind them. She shimmied to the closest wall and used it to pull herself upright, and onto her knees.

"Well have you had enough yet?" asked Kisame looking her up and down.

"If this is your way of offering to take me out of here, you're going to have to do better than that." she advised, her eyes narrowing.

"Yes, or no?" redirected Itachi. She tilted her head in his direction.

"Why?" she asked.

"Unless you want to stay here and be tortured, which can be arranged." commented Kisame with an evil grin.

"Well what's the longest anyone has ever stayed here?" she asked, her question surprising both of them.

"Four days." Itachi answered boldly. She thought for the moment, then looked back up at Itachi.

"I'll make you a deal, if I can last five days here in this…facility, I'll come with you to your organization, but only as a temp. Who knows I might not be the one you need, that there might be someone else more suited, or I might be able to warm up to the idea. What do you say." she offered a small hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of lips.

"Fuck she's more twisted than the rest of us." chuckled Kisame looking over at Itachi, who hadn't taken his eyes off of her.

"Agreed." Itachi spoken evenly. He immediately turned and headed for the door, followed by Kisame. The door loudly creaked open, the two men walked out of the room, the heavy metal door quickly being slammed behind them. She sat there as the small, lonely light was turned off from the outside.

'Well this is definitely going to be a long week. Well one day down four days to go.' she mentally consoled herself. 'Try to get some rest, that little bastard of a specialist isn't going to make this easy.' Her eyes slowly began to close, flashes of day coming back to haunt her.

Day Two…

Her eyes snapped open when she heard the screech of her cell door. The two henchmen came rushing in and grabbed her, dragging her out into the hallway, the bright light stinging her eyes. She tried to fight against their hold, her seized muscles defying her. They brought her to a different room this time, smaller and there were no weapons mounted on any of the walls. She was dropped in the center of the room, and she let out a small groan. When they returned to her rigid form, they laid down what looked to be a body bag next to her. They opened it and then quickly grabbed her, stuffing her into the leather container, then lacing up the openning. She then felt herself suspended as the two henchmen hauled her up and hung the bag from somewhere in the room. Her hands and feet still bound together, the sturdy fabric forcing her body to stay up right, in a standing position.

'Thank God I'm not Closter phobic.' she mentally directed. Once the two henchmen had left, closing the door behind them, she could hear the harsh breathing of, who she assumed to be her tormenter. She heard the clicking of their shoes on the floor as they approached her. Her vision went blurry when something hard made contact with her head. Followed by forceful blows being delivered all along her body. There would be a short pause, and even though she hoped that it was all over, she mentally cursed herself knowing that she wasn't that lucky. Her body was its worst enemy, her muscles tightening even more, on guard waiting for the next series of strikes. She could feel the bruises forming all over her body, some less tissued areas swelling up and pulsating with heat. She could taste her blood pooling in her mouth. Her mind starting to go numb, small black dots starting to over run her vision. A funny feeling encompassed her body, one that she wasn't use to. Her body started to go limp, beyond her control. Her eyes wide as each of her joints wobbled and started to give out from under her. 'No, come on just hold it together. You been through worse than this, pull yourself back.' She felt her exhausted body flinch painfully. 'Fuck, maybe that enchantment is working too well. My body could handle this, but hers would not have been able too. Shit!' She tried again, every muscle in her body ceasing up. She became lightheaded, her sight being over run with the image of small stars.

She was suddenly jolted awake when the feeling of weightlessness hit her, followed by the harsh needles of the ice water that now surrounded her. Once her body decided to catch up with her mind, she swam to the surface. When she resurfaced along with her loud gasp for air, she let out a painful scream.

"Did you actually think, if you passed out we would just let you stay that way." began the specialist. "Oh no dear, I want you awake for every second." She glared at him as she tred the freezing water. "Get her out of there." Demanded the specialist. The henchmen hauled her out of the water. "Bring her back to room six." ordered the specialist. They dragged her off, tied up her hands and ankles, finally hanging her up, facing the same wall she did before. She heard the anxious footsteps of the specialist coming into the room, stopping in front of the wall to pick a new tool. Once he chose his instrument he moved in front of her a mischievous smile displayed on his face. She looked up to meet his eyes, then she noticed the selected tool that he held.

'Fantastic, a knife.' she mentally sighed.

The specialist reached up and lightly dragged the sharp blade from her wrist to her elbow. Her eyes shut tight, instinctively holding her breath. He knew what he was doing, he didn't cut her deep enough where he could cut arteries or tendons; but still when her skin split open her blood filled the space quickly pooling over the edge of her skin. Gravity lugging the thick, red liquid down her arm, till it connected with her body where the blood managed to excavated its way to her toes, to drop off and hit the floor. The specialist continued, thin precise cuts being placed all over her body. Every new cut painfully stinging as the cool air slowly dried out the cuts. After what seemed like ages, she began to feel woozy. The smell of her blood filling the room, feeling as if the breathable air was being pushed out of the room and being replaced by stale smelling blood. Her stomach and body twisted internally, warning her that if this kept up whatever was left in her stomach would end up on the floor. The room started to shake and she crushed her eyelids together trying desperately to hold some type of control over her body. When she opened her eyes again the room was still for a couple of seconds only to start shaking again, her head throbbing forcing her eyes to water. Her stomach continued to flip, her body starting to heave. The specialist saw this and quickly stepped off to the side. A few more throbs of her head and a couple of heaves from her body was all she needed to plaster the wall in front of her with the lining of her stomach. Her body now exhausted, as the loose tears from her eyes released onto her skin to mix with the sweat that glistened all over her body. She heard the specialist chuckle and then say something that her mind at that moment could quite comprehend. Everything from that moment on seemed to move in slow motion, as if in a dream. The henchmen came and hauled her to a room where she was hosed down from head to toe with cold water. She was then carried to her cell, and dropped in the center of the room, the large door being slammed shut once the henchmen had left. She passed out almost instantly when the light was turned off.

Day Three…

When she woke up, a painful shiver wracked her body. She crawled over to the nearest wall and pulled herself up so she was sitting. Everything seemed to be a little bit brighter, and then she noticed that the light was on.

'Why the hell is the light on?' she mentally inquired as she looked around the room. There sitting in front of the door was a small bowl of some unknown substance, and beside it was an old looking spoon. 'Fuck it food's food.' she argued as she crawled over to it. She picked it up and went back to the far wall. Once she was there she tried to make herself comfortable and then looked down at the substance in the bowl. 'Bread, milk, and sugar. Been awhile since I last had this.' she managed to smirk. She placed a spoonful of the mixture in her mouth, and she swallowed it back. The bread was soggy, and the milk was close to spoiling, but other than that she could live with it. She surprised herself by how quickly she finished it, placing the bowl and spoon back in front of the door. Waiting was all she could do now, her tired mind replaying what she remembered from the days before.

She had been sitting in her cell for over half the day, her body only allowing her power naps no longer than thirty minutes. She woke up every time someone walked by, prepared to be grabbed and pulled to whatever room they were going to torture her in next.

Around two forty-five in the afternoon, a shadow loomed over the entrance to her cell. She heard different voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. The door opened slowly and someone stepped just inside the room. They looked at her then reached down and picked up the bowl and spoon. They then looked at her again and left. There was more talking outside, and naturally she was becoming curious. The door opened again and in stepped Kisame. He closed the door right behind him.

'Where the hell is Itachi?' she mentally questioned this odd feeling of panic starting to boil through her body. Kisame turned around from closing the door, and he stared at her. His eyes devouring her. Instinctively, she cautiously got to her feet, using the wall for support. She knew that look all too well, and even after all that time it still sent a quiver of fear through her.

"Where's your partner in crime?" she asked calmly, looking at him. He continued to stare at her, not saying a word. A toothy grin appearing on his face.

"He had something he needed to do." he smirked as he began to unbutton his cloak. The panic feeling washing over her again.

"So are you here to see if I've had enough?" she questioned forcing a smirk.

"Hell you said you wanted to stay here for six days, then you can stay here for six days. They should break you here pretty soon anyway." Kisame commented leaning Samahada up against the wall hanging his cloak on top of it.

"So then why are you here?" she asked leaning up against a wall to support herself. Kisame looked her up and down greedily. Even through her new eyes she could see the terrible need to quench a forbidden habit. She swallowed a little harder then she wanted, giving Kisame a small hint of her anxiety. This sent an extravagant thrill through Kisame's body.

'This is going to be sweet, and easy.' thought Kisame. 'It's like Christmas. It has been too long, I should have fucking destroyed one of those Earth Fighter women, but she is going to have to do.' Kisame advanced quickly lunging at her. She managed to push herself out of his way to catch herself on the other wall.

"What the hell are you doing?" she yelled, as he turned around to face her again. His eyes told her everything, he was determined to get what he wanted from her, willingly or by force. She think he preferred the later of the two.

"Who knows you might enjoy it." he said rushing at her again. "The more you fight, the more damage I will do to that body of yours." He lunged at her again, but this time her muscles weren't able to propel her as far as she needed, Kisame snatching her wrist. He picked her up and threw her against the far wall. Her body hit hard against the stone, only to ungracefully slide down to the floor. She tried to pull herself up with a loud groan. She barely had a chance to refocus before Kisame fastened a death grip around her neck. He pushed her hard against the wall of her cell, her hands trying desparately to pry his hand loose so she could have oxygen return to her body. A satisfied grin appeared on his face, and he leaned in closer to make sure he didn't miss a thing. Her eyes were beginning to water slightly, and as he leaned in their eyes locked, his evil expression filling her with rage. With a quick movement of her leg, she kicked him between his legs. He groaned loudly in pain, and his knees buckled slightly, but his grip still held firm. She grabbed hold of his arm that anchored her to the wall, and used it to help pull herself up so her knee came up and hit him square in the face. He released her, his hands cupping over his face trying in some way to hold in the blood draining from his now broken nose. She quickly crawled away from him, her body only allowing small gasps of air to make its way into her body.

'I hate this, that fucking bastard!' she mentally screamed as a single tear slid down her cheek. 'No. Get yourself together. You may be in a different body, you maybe in a situation you never thought you would be in again. Hold out, do everything you can.' Kisame climbed back up to his feet, and he growled at her infuriated.

"Fucking Bitch!" he bellowed as he spat out the blood that remained in his mouth. Her eyes narrowed as she watched to see what he would try next. He charged at her, the evasive move she performed quickly being halted when Kisame managed to grab one of her ankles. She turned and kicked him continuously in the face, with her other foot. He finally was able to grab her other leg and climbed up her body anchoring her legs under his massive form. As he climbed up her body, the feeling of panic and hatred filled her.

'Get off me you bastard!' she mentally yelled. Her hand clenched into a fist and with her other hand supporting herself up she delivered a hard punch to his face. She kept on hitting him with all the strength she could muster. His large body not moving an inch, she was just successfully making him even angrier. She fought him off as long as she could while he was trying to grab her wrists. He managed to secure her wrist at her side and he pulled himself up her body. She struggled under him, his massive form making it hard to breathe. She tried to move her legs get something available to hit him with. Her body twitched when she felt his hardend member rub against the inner side of her leg. He towered over her, his sharp, pointed teeth showing through his snear.

"Time to teach you a lesson in listening to your superiors whore." hissed Kisame through bloody lips.

"You, my fucking supervisor? Well this is awkward." she commented uneasily. Kisame's expression changed to look at her with a hint of surprise.

"And why would that be?" he asked trying to pin her hands under one of his.

"Because I would never fuck the boss." she directed seriously, her voice becoming low with hate and anger. His evil snear returned to his face, and before she had a chance to react he bite into her shoulder. She could feel his multiple layers of teeth sinking in deep into her flesh. She inhaled sharply, and she could feel his teeth scraping against her collar bone. She managed to get her knees to move. She slid them up under part of his chest and pushed his core off of her. With all the power she could muster she propelled him off of her. Her body being twisted from the grip his teeth had on her shoulder, her bloody flesh tearing easily under his sharp teeth. She lifted her upper body, looking in his direction. Kisame began to pull himself up to his feet. 'That bastard is just going to keep on coming!' she angrily thought. 'That fucking man is going to keep getting up, keep pounding on me until I give in or I'm dead. THAT…FUCKING…RAPIST!' she mentally screamed, rage filling her. She hauled herself up onto her feet.

This time when he lunged at her she didn't move until the last second, Kisame's momentum throwing him hard into the wall. She quickly moved over to the wall that had his sword leaning up against it. He managed to bring himself back to his feet again, running over to attack. She grabbed his cloak and when she side stepped, she also wrapped his cloak around his head pulling it tight. She pushed him against the cell wall and kneed him continuously in the abdomen. She then pushed him head first into the next wall. A loud groan came from Kisame as he hudled into a ball on the floor. She ran over and then began to kick him while he lay there.

'Don't let him up. Keep him down.' she mantally instructed. He reached up and grabbed her foot. He pulled himself out from under his cloak, picked her up and threw her to the other side of the room. Her body hit the wall hard, little chips from the impact falling onto the floor. He quickly walked over to her and picked her up by her neck. He slammed her against the wall a few times, each time her vision being replaced by a bright light. He held her there staring at her and she slowly met his stare. The evil want in his eyes was still there except it was taking a back seat to his desire to kill her.

Her body couldn't move, her hands and feet making the slightest twitch when she tried to use them. Kisame started to put the pieces together when she didn't do anything to get out of his hold. His evil snear came back to grace his swollen, bloody lips. He then slammed her down to the floor, and ripped apart her shirt exposing her chest. He then pulled down her pants, leaving only the thin fabric of her panties the last defense between this rapist and his sick goal. He began to undo his pants the black fabric falling around his ankles. Kisame pulled out his member through the slit in his boxers. Once he was comfortable he reached for the lining of her panties. She attempted again to move, her mind screaming at her body to move, but it defied her to the end. Her breathing quickening, not out of fear, but of fury. Kisame lined himself up to plung into her unwelcoming entrance. She glared at him and crushed her eyes shut mentally cursing herself.

Suddenly Kisame's suffocating presence was swiftly taken away from her, her eyes instinctly opening immediately. She tried to move, and she was happily greeted with movement from her hands and feet. Slowly her ability of motion came back. She pulled herself upright and against the wall, looking over her arms and moving her legs in small ways to make sure everything still worked.

'Guess it was a nerve or something was hit in my head, which caused temporary paralysis.' she thought, as she looked around. 'Where the hell did he go.' All his things were gone. She looked to the door, seeing different shadows moving under it and hushed voices from the other side. Suddenly the door opened and in stepped Itachi, the aura around him suggesting that he didn't want anyone around him. She already had reached her limit physically, and in the state she was in playing mind games with a Uchiha would not improve her situation. As he approached her, she quickly backed up against the wall, trying to stay way. If he wanted to rape or beat her, she wouldn't be able to stop it.

He came to a stop a foot in front of her, looking down at her battered form. All she could do was look up at him with a glare. His eyes narrowed in response, annoyance and rage filled his eyes. His hands clenched into fists, and he released them with a loud sigh.

"He was ordered not to touch you." Itachi simply informed his voice not giving a hint of his rage at Kisame's actions.

"Well I see he listens well." she responded in a raspy voice, looking over herself. She crossed her arms over her chest, and crossed her legs in front of her. She felt very uncomfortable under his gaze, even if it wasn't for the same reasons as Kisame.

"The nurse here has been ordered to get you something to replace your clothes." Itachi notified noticing her actions. She removed her gaze from his.

"Thank you." she said quietly, returning her eyes to meet his. He nodded. After a few minutes passed without either of them saying a word he let out a light sigh and knelt down beside her.

"I'll heal that for you." he instructed looking at her bloody shoulder, as he positioned his hands over the wound. He was a shocked when her other hand came up and gently grabbed his and pushed them away.

"Don't bother." she directed "I'm here to be tortured right, so any bruises, cuts, breaks, comes with the territory right. However that being said, I obviously can put up with a lot of shit. Your partner crossed a line, and I'm sure you understand that I will make sure he doesn't do it again." Itachi looked at her, an odd feeling coming over him.

"You have your right." Itachi said. "We will be back tomorrow unless you changed your mind." Itachi mentioned turning around and walking to the door.

"Tomorrow then." she smirked. Itachi opened the door and walked out.

Day Four…

'This is starting to become a little too repetitive.' she huffed as she bit back a painful moan. They had placed a sack over her head and tied her to a hard wooden chair that was bolted to the floor. Till late afternoon they had beaten her and strategically stabbed her with sharp, delicate, precise tools. Hitting small areas that would cause the most pain. She could feel her muscle squeeze around the instrument once it penetrated her skin. Another groan of pain whistled past her lips. She suddenly heard the door swing open till it hit the interior wall, followed by two sets of footsteps. They walked up one person on each side of her. Everything became silent around her, the next thing she knew she felt the sack being yanked off of her, some of her hair being ripped out along with it. She blinked several times adjusting her eyes to the sudden brightness. Once she was able to focus she looked to her left and there stood Itachi, and when she looked to her right, there stood Kisame looking down at her with a large grin admiring the damage to her right shoulder. She glared at him, and his grin grew larger. He raised his hand and placed it on her injured shoulder, making sure to dig his fingers into her still juicy flesh. She clenched her teeth and let out a huff of pain. Itachi's eyes glanced warningly in Kisame's direction, Kisame slowly removing his hand from her. She did the best she could to look at her now seeping wound.

"And I thought I was healing nicely." she commented snidely. The specialist immediately delivered a hard kick to her face, her mouth instantly filling with blood.

"Take the bitch to her cell." ordered the specialist, the henchmen quickly untying her. Just before they dragged her off she spat in his face, a spiteful grin gracing her bruised face, as they hauled her off to her cell.

She sat in her cell for a while as she palpated her face and new wounds making sure nothing major had been done. She unconsciously began to rub her sore temples, surprisingly getting relief from the small technique. Her head snapped to the door when she heard Kisame's voice.

"Why won't you let me come in with you?" asked Kisame almost sounding like a whine. "I think she's warming up to me."

"You will stay out here." Itachi ordered, he then opened the door to her cell and stepped in closing it immediately behind him.

"Retraining him to take orders?" she managed to chuckle, as Itachi walked over to her.

"Change of heart yet?" Itachi questioned.

"What no small talk? It's kind of nice having someone intelligent to talk to." she countered as she looked at him. He watched her as she met his gaze, her eyes not wavering from his. For a small moment something emotionally tugged at him, but he just brushed it off. "No, I have a day left. Would be stupid for me to go back on my word now." she smirked.

"I'll be here tomorrow to give you instructions for the treck back to the Akatsuki headquaters." he instructed, walking towards the door. He opened it and walked out closing the door behind him.

Day Five…

She hadn't been able to get too much sleep the smell of her infected shoulder wound keeping her up. They had grabbed her at what she thought to be very early morning and tossed her in the ice cold water once again. On some level she welcomed it, the chilling water bringing a cooling relief to the burning infection now pulsating through her shoulder tissue. They pulled her out a few minutes later to only throw her back into her cell. Every hour on the hour the henchmen came back and dragged her to her next torture session, or they pounded her into the ground right there in her cell. The day dragged on, some hours moving faster than others. Her secret desire; even to herself being to see Itachi.

This time when Itachi came in he was followed by Kisame. She watched him carefully, keeping an eye on him the entire time. She looked the worse she had since the torture week began. Bruises marring her pale skin, fresh cuts more prominent then they had ever been. It looked like they were trying to tear her apart, little bit by little bit.

"We are not going to be the ones escorting you back to the base." Itachi began. "Two other members will be taking charge of you."

"And who will they be?" she asked evenly.

"Sasori and Deidara." Itachi answered plainly, she nodded. "You will follow their orders."

"If they're reasonable." she replied her eyes narrowing at Kisame. Kisame glared at her in return.

"You will be leaving tomorrow in the early evening, your belongings being returned to you." Itachi stated. "Any questions?"

"Do I get a shower before I leave?" she asked seriously, Kisame let out a snort.

"You'll get one when you reach the base." Itachi stated. The two of them waited for any other questions she might have had, but she said nothing. Itachi started for the door, Kisame holding back a bit.

"Can't wait till I have another chance at you." Kisame grinned looking her up and down, his statement bringing Itachi to a hault. She looked up at him, a look of hatred filling her eyes.

"Next time you won't get off so easily." she stated strongly. Kisame chuckled and headed for the door the two Akatsuki members leaving together.

'I'm in.' she mentally stated resting her head back against the wall sleep taking her.

Day Six…

She awoke gasping, her shoulder throbbing with burning pain. She tried to look at it, and could see the dead cells outnumbering the healthy ones. She looked at her left hand and back at her shoulder. She started pressing in and around the tender flesh trying to find any areas that hurt more due to something embedded in the tissue. Just off to the bottom edge of the wound she felt something strangely hard. She dug around it with her nails trying to figure out the outline of the piece. She concluded that it was something not naturally part of her body and dug deeper, trying to get a solid grip on it to pull it out. She could smell the grotesque pus seeping out of the wound and into the air.

'Well found the cause.' she deducted. After a while of digging around she managed to pull out the offending object, and held it up in front of her. A smirk crossed her lips and she let out a small laugh, it was one of Kisame's teeth. "Bastard." she whispered. She slid the tooth in her pocket and leaned back up against the wall. Her shoulder now hurt like hell, but it was a result of her digging. The pressure tenderness was now even throughout her whole wound. And since the pus now could seep out everything could start healing the way it should. Her eyes became heavy, her eyelids closing softly.

"Wake-up. Your escorts are here." instructed one of the henchman kicking her foot. Her eyes opened slowly and took their time focusing. She pulled herself up too her feet, everything around her seeming to be moving rather slowly. The henchman tossed her a plain, black cloak along with her travelling pack. She pulled everything on, being just a little cautious when placing the strap of her pack on her right shoulder. "Follow me." directed the henchman, as he started walking out of the cell. She followed only half-mindedly paying attention to what was around her. She followed the henchman to a door that led outside, and she lazily stepped out onto the fresh green grass, the pure color of everything assaulting her eyes. She quickly spotted two Akatsuki members waiting just a few metres from her.

"Itachi didn't tell us that you looked this bad, let alone smelled this bad, yeah" commented Deidara trying to waft the smell away from him.

"I asked for a shower, they told me I could wait." she informed uncaringly.

"Lets get moving we are already behind schedule." hissed Sasori turning and beginning to move.

"But make sure to walk behind us, I don't want to be smelling you the whole trip, yeah." instructed Deidara.

"I don't know where I'm going so I'll have to let you lead anyway." she mentioned, walking slowly behind them.

"Keep the attitude to a minimum, I don't want to hear another word from you." demanded Sasori, she nodded.

They had walk for what seemed like forever, gradually her senses becoming numb. She had gotten use to the pain, but as she continued to follow silently she started to notice her loss of taste, her feet and hands feeling numb, her own smell becoming absent to her. The sound of the shuffling of her feet on the ground becoming an echo at the far end of a long tunnel, and finally her vision loosing all defining detail, she wasn't sure how long she had continued walking in this state, waiting for herself to hit a tree and snap back to reality, but it never came. The last thought she managed to process being…

'Fucking, infection.'

Copyright October 31, 2008