It Was Time

Prowling the streets of the poor people of the village Hidden in the Dunes was a gruesome brute of a man named Akuto Uchiha. He was a man dedicated to pain; a man dedicated to his own personal vendettas and goals. And now, he was a man pledged to the evil, mysterious organization known as the Raksaka. He walked the back alleys, looking for any hint of trouble to start. Agents for the organization around the world have been planted to do the same, to test just how much attention has been drawn to the war, to see how much work still needs to be done. He wore an all-black cloak that was slimmed to his body, and a black hood was draped over his face, hiding his identity from all those around him. Only those unlucky enough to stumble in his path would face his fury, for he was here with a job, and that job was mayhem. Everything was coming unfurled now. It had begun.

The Raksaka were back.

The deranged Uchiha walked out into a crowded street, where people were hurrying in the rush hour to their places of work. "This looks like a perfect place to begin my work," he thought to himself as he began grinning that sly, ominous grin that he shows in times of violence. There was a family of three walking by, most likely making their way home from a day of shopping. He held out his hand as they approached him, and the man, his wife, and their small daughter holding a teddy bear stopped in front of him. "It's a mystery and a marvel," he began in his deep voice, "That one minute, you are already planning what you will do when you get home in a matter of minutes, and that in a flash," as he said this, he bolted behind child, grabbed her by the neck, and held her up by his face as he bolted backwards again, "It can all be gone."

So there he stood, with a man and his wife standing there aghast, staring at this stranger as if he had committed the unthinkable. They stood about 15 feet away from him. He stood there, holding this little girl, who had dropped her bear. His hood was still up, and although the people could not see him, he was grinning wildly. A crowd had gathered around him and the family, and someone was calling for the guards to help. There were about 30 people, all civilians at this point. "Perfect," he thought. The father of the family held out his hand, and began sobbing. "Please, let her go, take me instead. Please.. let her live, you can have me." Yelling like a maniac, the crazed man in black, held the little girl higher. "Oh, don't you worry, my friend! You will have your turn!" And in one swift movement, with the hand not holding the young girl, he pulled out a kunai, and shoved it into the little girl's back. With a yelp, her crying subsided, and she was dead. "Ha ha ha ha ha!" He said as he withdrew the kunai, and bolted towards the father. His foot was brought down on the father's face, crushing it into the pavement and killing him instantly. Then, he stood straight up to compose himself. The people were aghast as to what had just happened, and were beginning to riot.

"Stop!" Akuto yelled as he held out both of his arms. Confused, and still in shock, the people stopped and stared at him, mouths still agape. He began his speech, "What if your world wasn't all you knew it was? What if there was so much more than just the Empire? So much more than your enemies, the Rebellion. The world is full of mystery, and I'm sorry to say, many more men like me. I am here today to make a statement, and you poor people will be that statement.

The people began getting crazed as they began realizing what was about to happen, and several split off from the crowd and began running away. There was still over 20 people left, and Akuto got all of them.

And then, in several flashes of blood, sheathes of kunai, shuriken whizzing through the air, and screaming, he had killed them all, one by one. The street was now completely void of life, and was littered by about 20 dead bodies, all with gashing wounds. And standing over them, was the menace known as Akuto Uchiha. Blood soaked his robe, and the grin still hung on his face. He was now silent, however, and the laughing had stopped. He sheathed whatever weapons he had out, and began walking back into the alley. The one man had called for guards during the massacre, and because of this, the hooded figure knew there would be people swarming this street soon. Into the alley, sliding once more between buildings, through the shadows. In the shadows, men like these called their homes. And in the shadows, evil was being plotted. And this, this was the beginning.

The beginning of the end.

[Exit]