Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto only the ideas in this fiction.
Summary:Desperately struggling to free himself from the darkness of his past only ends with death. Another chance is given a chance to avoid a apocalyptic future a chance for redemption. A chance, one last chance to save the world. (Naru x Anko?)
A/N: Alright I decided to go ahead and do the story chapter 2 is done and will be up when my beta is done.
A lone figure stood in the middle of a clearing. A scene from hell would have been an accurate description. The ground was littered with body parts, the soil soaked with the blood of men, women, children, and warriors alike. None were left alive. None were spared. Even the trees lining the field had dismembered limbs adorning their now lifeless branches. The blood of the fallen served as a masterful flourish of crimson to complete the murderous portrait painted upon the land. Even the sky, now a dull, mournful gray had an unholy red glow to it, the morbid symmetry the final touch to the disastrous scene.
This was not the only place like this, but one of thousands. Some were worse than others, but this one... This one was different; it was the last one.
The stranger was covered head to toe with blood, most likely from many of the corpses that lay at his feet. The unearthly red glow from the sky seemed birthed from this dangerous figure, the same aura emanating from his body in sporadic, uncontrollable waves, only enhancing the demonic scene.
Piercing crimson eyes peered over the carnage and a soft chuckle escaped from a pair of lips twisted into a feral grin. The field that had once been filled with the tortured and dying screams of countless humans had now been silenced by his own murderous claws as he slaughtered every last one. With that knowledge came a sick sense of satisfaction and content. Humans... he once considered himself one of them. Until the day that everything was taken from him. His dreams, his village, his comrades. His friends, his love...his life. Everything, in less than a day...gone.
His recollection of the past was hazy and harder to remember clearly, his mind dismissing the details in the rushes of adrenaline. Sadness morphed into rage, despair twisted into hatred, and a boy wanting to become a shield, a protector for his friends and village became an evil, vengeful force that not even the Devil himself would dare reckon with. No...the Devil would have taken pleasure in the killing, enjoyed and savored the omnipotent power that comes with holding another's life in your hands. However, all forms of desire and even pleasure are weaknesses; things that can be manipulated, convinced, persuaded and bargained with. No, the Devil dare not reckon with this stranger, for he felt no pleasures, had no desires. Nor lust. Nor hope. Nor sadness. He felt no love, no joy, no fear. All he knew was hatred. All he felt was rage.
No, he didn't love the killing, the thrill of the fight, the rush that comes with victory. He was no warrior. He was no assassin. He was an executioner. He harbored such hatred in him, blinding him to all but a single, clear thought in his mind - destroy everything and everyone. Just like they destroyed him.
And, now, he finally had. They were all dead; every last human, gone. He could finally just let go of his hatred. His task finally finished, he closed his eyes and fell to his knees, slowly letting the energy drain from him. The crimson pulses became weaker and slower until they slowly faded into nothingness as night blanketed the bodies of the fallen..
A/N: Dark I know but if I continue it will become less dark and will have pairing but will still have many dark part just with some romance and a little comedy and stuff to lighten it. I will also make longer chapters this would be only a prologue. R&R