|Madara| "You're not Leaving." -1-

Omniscient Narrators Point Of View:

''DON'T KILL THEM! PLEASE, I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT IF YOU'LL JUST LET THEM GO! PLEASE, LET THEM GOOOO!'' a young dark haired girl called out, crying and yelling at the black shadow in front of her. It was a man, she could tell by his tall rather brawny body. Due to the dimmed, caused by the darkness, room she wasn't able to see his face. Or see the structure of his hair; the color of it must have been rather dark though. Except that, it was spiky. She couldn't see his eyes; nor could she see the guy who simply killed her beloved parents right in front of her.

The bodies dropped to the ground. Blood ran down the floor, among the wooden groove runway, probably now dropping down to the basement below.

The young girl's black eyes widened. She was shaking uncontrollably, dropping down on the ground herself as the man walked towards her; she tried to stand up again; yet she wasn't able to do that. She simply tried to crawl backwards and it had worked until she found her back against a wall; now pulling her legs up to her stomach, trying to protect herself from the man who walked forward to the door and left; in marked contrast to what she thought: that he might kill her too.

But he just walked out the door; her eyes were still staring at the dead bodies as he opened it stepped out and closed it silently. As if there was peace to take care of where peace had left. Her very childhood was over then. Over at the age of 5.