Crawl Up The Walls And Listen To The Ghosts
Day: 1
Characters: Uchiha Sasuke - redeyesblind, Uzumaki Naruto - two_inside_one, and anybody who wants to drop in
Summary: Sasuke wanders out of his room, bumps into Naruto, and possibly some other people.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night - doors unlocked
Status: Open, incomplete
Sasuke knew that he had to adapt. He needed to adapt; because he needed to get out. He needed to go back, away from this hell (one of only too many that he'd experienced) and back to his mission that he never forgot. The blindfold wasn't new, the pain in his eyes wasn't new, but Sasuke had never sunk this low. His physique had never been this deteriorated, and his eyes had never bled this badly, so much that he actually let them put the blindfold on him because if it wasn't there, he would die of blood loss.
Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong with him, but he didn't know what. The only explanation was that these bastards had done something to him without his knowledge. (And Sasuke wanted to punish himself for that - for being negligent and careless to the point that he'd let them abduct him.) His strength was gone. His eyesight was gone. So now he could only rely on his senses.
The wall was cold and damp against his back, and the floor hard against his body and Sasuke lifted himself on his feet, staggering a little. There were noises outside and it sounded like screaming, insistent in his ears. Fingers pressed against cold brick, and he walked, following the direction of the wall towards the door - he knew where it was; he had tried to break it down to no avail, and it only served to derive him of his strength. But he would try again. And again and again until there was an opportunity.
The door knob turned in his palm and Sasuke's heart skipped a beat.
There was a loud creak, a crash, and Sasuke stumbled out of the room, the air outside reeked of blood and anesthetic and something horribly rotten and it made him want to puke. But he was outside.
He couldn't read the wind - which must mean this was a closed space. He could hear noises all around him - whispers, rustles and shuffles and he couldn't discern what from what. His senses were dying too - he thought with anger and frustration. They would pay for this. They took away his sight - the sight that Itachi-
Itachi
His stomach knotted and he slumped against the wall.
Itachi was dead and it was all for him and it was all because of those fuckers and oh God Sasuke would kill them if it was the last thing he did-
Characters: Uchiha Sasuke - redeyesblind, Uzumaki Naruto - two_inside_one, and anybody who wants to drop in
Summary: Sasuke wanders out of his room, bumps into Naruto, and possibly some other people.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night - doors unlocked
Status: Open, incomplete
Sasuke knew that he had to adapt. He needed to adapt; because he needed to get out. He needed to go back, away from this hell (one of only too many that he'd experienced) and back to his mission that he never forgot. The blindfold wasn't new, the pain in his eyes wasn't new, but Sasuke had never sunk this low. His physique had never been this deteriorated, and his eyes had never bled this badly, so much that he actually let them put the blindfold on him because if it wasn't there, he would die of blood loss.
Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong with him, but he didn't know what. The only explanation was that these bastards had done something to him without his knowledge. (And Sasuke wanted to punish himself for that - for being negligent and careless to the point that he'd let them abduct him.) His strength was gone. His eyesight was gone. So now he could only rely on his senses.
The wall was cold and damp against his back, and the floor hard against his body and Sasuke lifted himself on his feet, staggering a little. There were noises outside and it sounded like screaming, insistent in his ears. Fingers pressed against cold brick, and he walked, following the direction of the wall towards the door - he knew where it was; he had tried to break it down to no avail, and it only served to derive him of his strength. But he would try again. And again and again until there was an opportunity.
The door knob turned in his palm and Sasuke's heart skipped a beat.
There was a loud creak, a crash, and Sasuke stumbled out of the room, the air outside reeked of blood and anesthetic and something horribly rotten and it made him want to puke. But he was outside.
He couldn't read the wind - which must mean this was a closed space. He could hear noises all around him - whispers, rustles and shuffles and he couldn't discern what from what. His senses were dying too - he thought with anger and frustration. They would pay for this. They took away his sight - the sight that Itachi-
Itachi
His stomach knotted and he slumped against the wall.
Itachi was dead and it was all for him and it was all because of those fuckers and oh God Sasuke would kill them if it was the last thing he did-