There are things in life you have to take into your own hands. Life altering shit that you just have to take control of. Killing for what was his never fazed Gaara; it was justified and had to be done.

Gaara looked over at the beaten body strapped to the chair. His head was limp and his dark coal eyes stared off to nothingness. What used to be live eyes were now just black coal tired orbs. Looking at him made Gaara shiver with excitement, this was going to be fun.

And yes, there was going to be lots of blood.

That was a promise he intended to keep. Gaara cracked his neck savoring the delicious snap it made doing so. It made his dear Uchihaprey twitch, his imagination coming into play. Good, the more fear the better and he did enjoy making the little proud fucker squirm. He walked over to the Uchiha and placed a firm foot on the side of his chair and placed a swift kick.

The chair toppled over to the side and the Uchiha let out a cry of bitter surprise.

The chair hit the floor with a thud and his head did a little jive on the floor. It wasn't enough to knock him out...just enough to cause slight vision problems. Gaara laughed out at the Uchiha's pain; it was a shame that Hinata couldn't be there to enjoy it.

Ah well, sometimes life was a bitch, but Hinata was tied up at the moment. Well, no need to rush she would be there when he got back. "Red haired bastard". Why, what was that! The Uchiha speaks! He chuckled, a sound much worse than his putrid smile. "What's that Uchiha? Have you got something to say?" He reached down and yanked up Sasuke's head by his hair, lowering is own face down to his hated enemy.

"Speak; I do love your objective criticism so much after all!" The sarcasm just poured from his mouth in angry drops. "You are a piece of shit." Sasuke managed a little laugh. "Only cowards keep their victims tied up, you know that? You are a piece of fucking trash and you make me ill."

Gaara's grinning ceased, piece of shit, coward? Oh, silly little Uchiha.

"You're just pissed that I always get what in want in the end. I'm stronger than you, smarter, and Hinata's is waiting for me to return," Gaara hissed, as he dropped his preys head.

"Anyway, I think we've stalled long enough with this idle little chit-chat, don't you agree?" He gripped the legs of the chair and drug Sasuke across the floor to the center of the room.

"Oh, it will be so much fun Uchiha! It'll be easier for you appreciate the beauty of your death if you sat here." Gaara sat the chair back up abruptly. "Look!" He strolled over to the other end of the room to a bulky object hidden under a dirty white sheet. Gaara threw the offensive sheet off in mock flamboyance to reveal a very large tarnished mirror reflecting both of them. The Uchiha could finally behold himself in all his glory.

Strapped and afraid, beaten and bloody, Sasuke noted that the expression, 'sticks and stones can break my bones but word can never hurt me' was definitely untrue. Sticks and stones hurt all right. More like angry fists in this case but the effect was equal. He turned his head away out of disgust for himself, closing his halfway swollen eyes. If he was going to die like this he didn't want to watch.

But the monster before him had other plans. "Wait right there, I assure you, you will love my toys." He left the room and was gone for at least ten minutes, leaving Sasuke to marinate in his own anxiety. When Gaara returned Sasuke gave a low guttural growl. There was a bag in the monsters hands about the size of a backpack. "We'll see how long it takes you to scream, Uchiha."

He set the bag down and produced a handful of nails and a hammer. He stalked closer and scooted the chair around so Sasuke was completely facing the mirror. Gaara kneeled down and took a nail and placed it at one on the chairs feet. Sasuke stiffened as Gaara hammered it in. The loud Thump Thump Thump gave him an even worse headache than he already had.

The Thumps also matched the wild beating of his heart, and he wondered if this was really the end for him. At the hands of this fucker? He exhaled sharply blocking tears from falling. He was so scared, he felt like he was five again, too small to do anything. And the worst part was he wasn't even able to achieve anything he wanted in his life. He hadn't even come close to killing his damned brother. Sasuke couldn't believe that his entire life ambition could be over in just a matter of minutes or hours or days…

He only hoped that there would be no trace of him when this was over. After several agonizing minutes all the chair feet were nailed to the ground. Gaara picked up one nail and set it above Sasuke's foot. As he did this he lifted his head and held Sasuke's watery gaze. Those weren't small nails either, hell no! They were those ugly seven inch nails, which were much more painful in Gaara's opinion.

He pounded one in the Uchiha's right foot. Blood warm and red pooled the area around the wound, but was more refreshing was the sound of screams cracking from above. The grin returned to his cheeks, it was like music to his ears. The thing he was born to do, kill, and oh, how the loved it so.

Gaara gradually lowered his stare from the Uchiha's face as he took another nail and pounded away until it was firmly in Sasuke's left foot. He licked the blood from his hands, savoring the metallic flavor. "Yes, that's right, scream for me and no one else, like my own personal toy, shiny and new." He continued on with his gruesome work. When he was finished he had nailed twenty or so nails into Sasuke's feet.

Blood was splashed in intricate patterns on the floor, lovely crimson in contrast to the dull chipped wood floor. "You know, the only reason you are here is because you tried to claim what was mine. Shame on you," Gaara growled, his eyes burning with cold fury.

"Don't you know to keep your filthy hands off of what's mine? I mean honesty, this is about protecting what I own and you know damn well what I'm talking about."

Of course Sasuke did. This was about Hinata; it was obvious that Gaara was obsessed with her. Sasuke looked at the face of his captor, careful to avoid his eyes. "She'd never love a monster," Sasuke jeered.

Gaara backhanded him. Without warning, his hands suddenly broke free from their controlled position at his sides to begin a series of violent, heated gesticulations. "This is your fault! I was nice, do you hear me? I actually asked her to be mine! Do you know what she said to me! 'I can't Gaara; I'm with Sasuke-kun!' She rejected me because of you! And that fucks with my head to no end!"

He inhaled a sharp breathe and continued. "You're a spoiled brat! You don't even appreciate the kind of woman she is. You have no idea how bad the feeling of rejection is! You haven't been rejected a day in your fucking life! Gaara's gaze slid shrewdly to the side, accompanied with a sneer that, while skewed and partially obscured by his face, was still decisively evil. "Now I'm going to show you never to cross the path of a demon again, fucker!"

He reached for two smaller nails and took them in his palm. "I'll make you watch!" He grabbed Sasuke's face and pulled up an eye lid. Sasuke initially tried to pull away but Gaara only tightened his grip. "Be still now; don't want to have to poke out your eye!"

He hammered in the first nail thereby permanently keeping Sasuke's eye opened. Blood splattered Sasuke's face and Gaara's too. Another blood curdling scream erupted from Sasuke's lips and Gaara started on the next one. He did the same to the other eye then dropped his hammer to admire the beauty. Yes, this was his deal, his calling and he absolutely adored it. He grabbed his bag and this time produced a strong leather strap.

The Uchiha would watch!

There was he strap buckle large enough to hold Sasuke's head firmly in place. He did this and decided to dump all the contents out of the bag. From the ground he chose a heavy meat cleaver. He held the cleaver above Sasuke's shoulder and sliced down to his wrist.

Thick warm blood jetted out of his wound and half way covered Gaara. Sasuke's screams once again filled Gaara's ears as he started to grin madly. Gaara skipped in front of Sasuke and picked up a plain salt shaker. He shook it on Sasuke's wound as his screams got louder. The flesh looked like it was actually bubbling.

If the blood wasn't dripping from Sasuke's eyes Gaara would have believed he was crying. "What's wrong mighty Uchiha can't stand the site of blood?" Deeply amused, Gaara picked up a candle and produced a matchbox from his pocket. He knelt down in front of his victim and rolled up his shorts' legs so Sasuke's thighs were bare.

He lit the match and held it over Sasuke's exposed thigh. Hot drippings from the candle landed on Sasuke's bloody leg. Immediately Gaara could smell burning flesh and Sasukes skin started to go blister and burst. To help along Gaara held the fire over Sasuke's leg. Sasuke threw up sickening yellow vomit all over himself and Gaara.

Gaara smeared the vomit off his face and crammed his vomit covered fingers in Sasuke's mouth. "Doesn't it taste sweet?" he asked.

Sasuke gagged on his fingers. Gaara took this time to move the fire to Sasuke's other leg, burning it just as bad. After about five minutes Gaara removed the fire from Sasuke's leg, and it looked like the skin was still blackening and blistering.

Gaara then took out the matches and struck at least five in a row and threw them aside; the white sheet instantly caught fire behind them. "You're going to roast here Uchiha, I hope you have fun. But before I go…" Gaara leisurely picked up the hammer and slammed it into Sasuke's mouth. He took then ripped it out and hit Sasuke the middle of his slightly parted legs. He pulled the hammer back up and turned it so the nail-removing side faced out and it slammed into Sasuke's cheek so that it stuck. More blood and teeth fragments flew. He continued like that until all that was left was a mass of red and a black hole that had been Sasuke's mouth. Below it was a litter of white that one could easy mistake for rice. Then one would probably realize that those, were, in fact what was left of his teeth.

Gaara knew that Hinata would have enjoyed this. Hell, they might have fucked over Sasuke's dieing frame. He placed a mental image of Hinata nude, being shoved up the wall with him slamming into her as deep as he could go. He instantly became hard.

Gaara stood up for a minute and savored everything; the smell, the site, everything.

He stood outside and thought about Hinata. This was really a life changing experience for him. He was a God; let someone dare to do anything to him. In fact he was already planning a few more fun times.

"Maybe I'll get that dog-boy next," Gaara mused aloud. He heard a scream from inside the house and knew Sasuke was roasted. He bounded off; right now there was a pretty little sweet girl who needed him now. He walked off and made no attempted to clean off the blood or puke staining his clothes, he wanted Hinata to see him like this.

Oh, this will be fun, Gaara mused, he was sure of it.

He would continue killing, leaving corpses in his wake.