Red

(A/N: So here it is.. my new story, if you havent read Snake eat fox, I suggest you read the intro about The Snakes there, I promise this will make more sense then... ^_^ Oh, and I `ve started my new chappie on Snake eat fox, so it won`t be to long before I update that.. on this story I know where I`m going the whole way now(I think), so the next chappie isn`t too far away..enjoy)



The silence of the room was the only sound he could hear. The slow buzzing from nothingness echoed in his mind. He concentrated. The slow beating from his heart and the blood coursing through his veins got stronger in his inner ear and he continued to reach out.

Like entering a sunny day from a long dark tunnel the sounds hit him in his mind, confusingly loud and hard against the silence. The steady beeping sound, the hard breathing sound from something mechanical standing not far from him. he cringed from the sound and tried to evade his ears away from it. But found himself captive.

Something was around his neck, and he couldn`t swallow.. something was stuffed down his throat, his lungs were forced to exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale in a steady rythm. He felt the raw feeling of dehydration in the back of his throat, like he hadn`t had a drink of water in days. But it wasn`t followed by the usual dizzines or sickness he knew should accompany such a thing.

He reached further out.. needles. Needles were placed on various parts of his body. No, not all needles, not all piercing. Only one.. the rest just metallic cold against his pale skin.

He forced his eyes open, but was soon to shut them again as harsh light burned his retina. Wait.. need to wait. And so he did..several minutes passed before he slowly he opened them again.The light not so painful now, he squinted and blinked, and slowly, slowly let them open all the way.

A hospital room. Plain white, white walls, white sheets, white robe on his nearly as white body. He automatically scanned the room for danger, threat. But didn`t find any. Why was he doing that? He concentrated again. Why would he do such a thing?

He looked at his hand, it felt heavy to lift.and the joints felt stiff and hard to bend. The hand looked strong though but delicate, with long pale fingers. Not a workers hand at all.

How long had he been here? how did he get here? He lifted his fingers up to his face and traced the lines of his jaw,and nose. Young skin.. still soft and smooth. But no eyebrows? Why? he stopped suddenly when the seeking digits reached his forehead, and felt the slight rising of skin. a scar? No.. it wasn`t rough enough.. it felt like a pattern of sorts. A tattoo?

A thundering from his inner mind came rumbling over his brain, the effort to remember too painful.` What the fuck is wrong with me?!` He gripped his short hair and tugged, desperatly willing the pain away, feeling anger surface in his heart. He was stuck in this place, hooked on to machines.. mechanical abnormalities forcing him to live, forcing fluid into his body, another letting it out. The steady beeping, a painfull reminder that he was.. but what or who was he? He felt confusion engulf him and he tried to scream in anger. But the damn machine wouldn`t let him.


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The young nurse was sitting at her nurses station in the intensive care wing of Konoha hospital. She had just done her rounds and was sitting back, reading a love story, in a glossy magasine when the alarm went off. Beeping and blinking in distress.. someone was dying or already dead they told her. A heart had stopped beating. She had to hurry now, every second vital. She checked the screen to see what room it was and her heart fell when she saw that it was room 313, *his* room. The red haired angel that had arrived only a week earlier.

She, and she was not alone in this opinion, thought that this man, no boy.. was the most perfect creature to ever land on this hospital. He had came from the sky in a helicopter. All covered in blood that week before.

The doctors was in a enigma from this one.. no one could figure out where the blood had came from, but it was surely his. (They had cheked it later in the lab, since he didn`t have any wounds. And surely so much blood couldn`t leak from his ear.) And in his tussled red hair, that had been a darker red when he came in, from all the blood, they had found several buckshots mixed with sand...hundreds of little grains, settled deep down to the roots. But he had no wound to show. And his mind showed no fracture or damage. But still, he was in a deep coma. And they had found themself helpless to wake him.

The nurses had "fell in love" with him. Giving him extra attention, and bringing him flowers since he had no one else to do so for him. Nobody had called for him, and his prints and DNA wasn`t registered in any known register. So they called him Red. From his hair..and his beatiful red "Love" tattoo on his forehead. His eyes a stunning jade colour rimmed in black ink. It suited him so perfect. His skin was like porcelain, so smooth to the touch. Not a single scar or pore could be seen. Like on a new born. And they loved stroking him carefully on the forehead, like they would a child. And they would blush and giggle when they gave him the routine sponge baths. His body just too perfect for a normal man. No this boy had to be a sprinter or fighter, the elongate muscles telling him off. They knew it was wrong, but he was their new pet. Besides they never crossed any proffesional lines when it came to touching. He was afteral.. a patient. A comatosed patient even.

The only weird thing was his only "personal item". On his back when the paramedics had come russhing to him, there was a simple black volcom backpack, filled with... sand. A rich red coloured sand. The little red grains had encircled him on the scene. Like a halo around his lifeless body. The same sand that had laid on his fever hot skin when they brought him in.

They had just barely been able to save him according to the doctors. His heart beat had been so weak and his respiration so abnormal they had decided to intubate him the moment they laid eyes on his frailed form.

And now....he was dying.

She felt her heart thundering as she ran for the room. She knew more help was on its way, but seconds counted and that was what she was stationed here for after all. To be there first so she could evaluate the situation, or make the stilled heart beat again.

309, 310.. no not there yet. She almost stumbeled as she skidded around the corner 311..312. There! She flung the door open. In a panicked frenzie, she headed for the one thing she was sure she needed. The crash cart! she headed for the machine automatically dragging it towards the bed.Too concentrated with the important task at hand to even look at the bed, affraid of what she would see. She was used to see him looking dead, like death had brushed over him but decided to not take claim on his body yet. But to know that he had been taken..it would be so sad.

The sound of coughing and gagging made her whip her head around in shock. The sight that met her was horrifying. Or suprising at least, but in her adrenaline pumped state, to her it was horrifying. The serene patient that she had never seen in movement was in a wild frenzie, he had ripped out his IV line, the heart monitor wires, and had just succeeded in janking out his breathing tube. Hunched forward in the white bed coughing and gagging, drooling blood and saliva. He straightened up and looked at her with big horrified eyes. He was scanning the area, his eyes looking back and forth, back and forth.like he was looking for something. Something of utter importance but was unable to find it. He suddenly grabbed his head and screamed a weak shirrled shriek of a kind. It died in his throath fast and he started coughing again. holding his neck as he started rocking back and forth, babbling in a whisper..the language strange and foreign sounding.

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He looked at the person that had just slammed the door open as he was ripping out the foregin objeckt from his esophagus in one swift jank. It hurt like a bitch, and he found himself gagging and coughing. Unable to breathe at first. The feeling sickening.. he looked up and met her gaze. She didn`t seem familiar at all. But her scent. It was on him, he could smell her in the room, on his covers, on his skin. and it was not just her scent, no there was others. Was it normal to be able to smell like that?

He felt himself panicking. What was this? This horrid place, he needed out. Out from here.. somewhere else. Away from the sounds, the smells. The lingering smell of desinfecting soap, medicin and sweet perfume. He started to babble.. reasoning with himself. Calming himself. `get a fucking grip`. He was angry.. scared, and he felt like that was a feeling almost new to him, or maybee old and forgotten. Forgotten like the rest of his life.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember.. but his world was blank. A big gap of darkened white.. a pinprick to his arm ripped him back out from his mind and he looked straight into blue tear heavy eyes. "I`m so sorry" the nurse whispered before he felt his body get heavy again and he slipped back down. A hot hand brushed his forhead and the girl was whispering words that was meant to sooth him, but did nothing more than anger him. Who gave her the right? he tried to shake his head, to make the hand go away but the familiar darknes engulfed him again,and he slipped back under his consious mind.

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"Youre so fucking week boy"
The voice cold, menacing.. he felt it stiring in the back of his head and he felt himself laughing silently. Like the voice was a part of him, but uncontrollable. It was itching his brainstem and he felt himself chuckle again. No sound erupting though..

`Who are you?`he felt like he didn`t have to voice the question. Like the owner of the mocking voice could read his mind...was his mind?

"It hurts me that you can`t remember me boy..." The voice was giggling. "But then again you can`t even remember yourself now, can you? So weak.. so pathetic" He was chukling again. The voice was in his head. He was certain of it,the way his brain felt heavy. And he felt like laughing. He had to struggle to hold it back. He could feel what the other was feeling, and he was lusting for somehing.. he needed something. He knew it would help. Somehow, help him remember.

It felt like his heart was growing.. beating harder. And he felt anger dwell up. `who am I?`the voice was laughing again.. no not just the vocie. He was laughing..inside. he felt so alive..like his heart was breaking out from his ribcage with menacing force. "Blood!" the voice was louder this time, and he envisioned a golden eye clear in his mind. It was staring at him. "Blood!"

He cringed, the pressure to intense and he gripped his hair. "NO!..Who am I? answer!! Why am I here. Who are you?"

He was laughing now. The evil was seeping through him and he felt his body shaking. A low mantra was repeated in his mind.. and he could see glimpses of limbs and mangeled bodys flashing behind his eyes.. "This, give me this, and I`ll show you.."

His mind went blank again and he felt the others precense subside, slowly seeping away and letting go. Retreating back into his subconsiousness. His mind felt clear again. only the confusion lingered. Stronger now, with the new questions added.

Was he insane? He heard voices, that could surely not be a good sign. Maybee he had always been here. Maybe he was in the mental ward. Reliving this day over and over again. and those pictures.. those bodys. Why did he like seeing that. He certainly didn`t mind. Why should he? Maybee he should kill, see what happened. What if that.. thing in his mind really could help, if he just killed. So easy.. and he would get to know what was going on.


A/N:I know it`s short, but I`m impatient and get bored easy so I have to make my chappies a bit short, but they will be frequent enough I hope.
I hope you liked this.. R&R and make me do the happy dance more. Oh yeah! *happydances*