on Death Row

It had been six years and the village had finally made up their minds. Zetsu had been waiting to hear his sentence for a very long time. He was already insane, and this did not much help, but he did not seem to care if he had to die. He did not want to, but he was not going to be one of the those people who whined about dying. However, he knew that he needed to stay alive, so that he could finally achieve the goal he sought after. He wanted to get out of jail as soon as he could. He had hoped when the day of his execution came, that the ninja would make a fluke and give him a chance to escape. He had given up all hope that anyone would try and save him. It seemed that the Akatsuki did not care for him and they might have at one point, but it had been six long years and he was probably forgotten. If he was to break out, he would probably seek them out once again, and work with them once again. That was, if he ever got out. He did not want to take the chances, so he would try his hardest to break these chains and walls to bust out. His eyes began to turn red, in rage. He was not about to let some little death sentence ruin his life. He had been in jail for far to long, it was time for him to break out himself. He stood up and looked at the guard who was always standing by his cell. It had seemed to everyone, Zetsumei had given up on hopes to get out, seeing as it had been almost a year since he last tried anything. He was about to prove them wrong.

The guard looked at him with a smile. "You about ready to die, big guy?" The guard asked will tapping on Zetsu's cell. Zetsu smirked at the man and then his eyes got even redder. Soon, Zetsu began to pull tight on his chains and scream as loud as he could. Zetsu had to be put into a sound proof cell, because of all his screaming and yelling. However, today was like no other, and the sound got out and it was as loud as it could be. It had seemed an aura had formed around him from all the angry that he was letting out. The guard, watched laughing, because he knew that there was no way for him to get out. This made Zetsu even more pissed than he already was. He pulled on the chains so hard that around his wrist it began to bleed. After a few more minutes the chains seemed to start to give and moved forwards a few inches. It had seemed that Zetsu was getting somewhere. He was nearing the front of the cell. As time went on, his legs soon bled. The guard was shaking from fear that he might get out. Even though the prison nulled all types of chakra, Zetsu was a big guy and could easily take out the guard with simple taijutsu. Zetsu smirked at the guard as he got closer and closer with each passing minute. The guard soon ran to alert the others that Zetsu could break out if he kept at it long enough. Little did Zetsu know that the chains he was attached to, could have electric currents passed through it and knock Zetsu out. Soon, this happened and Zetsu was on the ground, temporarily paralyzed. The guards did not want to test how long Zetsu would be in this state, so they only hoped that he would not break out.

Several minutes after he was shocked, Zetsu stood up. His eyes were no longer red, but there were all white. It had seemed his went completely mad, and was now ready to try again. His screams were much louder this time, and some of the other prisons yelled back at him. If Zetsu ever met anyone outside of this cell from in this prison, he would surely kill them. He had dreams of mounting everyones head on a stake and letting the world see. He wanted the world to know him for being a serial killer. This gave him the push he needed to get into arm swinging distances of the front of his cell. However, Zetsu was chained up and in a striaght jacket, so where he was at in his cell, was no close enough to even touch the walls of his cell. His was soon shocked again, but this time, he had not stayed down as long. It was almost like he was become immune to it. He had finally made it to the part of the cell, where he could touch his nose to the wall. This was the perfect distance he needed. The cell was made up of stronger metal than that of his chains, but he had moved something that no one thought he could, and he was not about to let one more thing get in his way. Several guards were watching him, as he was planning to escape. It had seemed the village was worried, but was not about to go and kill him. It was too risky for that right now, and Zetsu knew that. He gave on last pull on his chains so that he could get ready for what he was about to do next. He soon moved his head back and as hard as he could pounded his head into the metal. It did not leave any kind of dent, on him or the metal. He soon felt another current coming up his chains and shocking him, He was only down for two minutes this time.

As soon as Zetsu was able to move he got up again, and started beating the metal wall with his head again. The guards winced every hit he took, because they seemed painful and they were rather loud of something being hit with someones head. Zetsu's kept at this, even after his head was bloodied and he could not see anything. He knew that he had to get out of here, before he was killed, he could not let his dreams get put down, no matter how many people hated it see it happen. He got tired quick and saw that he was not make much progress. He knew that he had to give his head a rest, so he sat down, so that his head would stop bleeding and pounding. The guards sighed in relief and soon started to make fun of him. Zetsu glared at them, but other than that ignored them. From the day he got in here, he swear if he ever got out he would kill each and every last one of them. He would think about it everyday, this was the only thing keeping him going. The thought of killing again, the blood on his hands, the taste of murder kept him alive. He glared at the guard whom always stood at his cell. He wanted to tear him limb from limb, and keep him alive while he bled out to death. He felt that he deserved the most painful death of all. He had hoped he had a family, because he would kill them first. He wanted to see him suffer, because for one he was keeping Zetsu in here, and also Zetsu enjoyed doing just that. It was like one of his favorite passed times.

He soon turned his attention to the man who had controlled all the cells and even the shocks that Zetsu received. He hated this guy just as much as he did the man who stood in front of him each day. However, he wanted to do worse things that anyone else. He was the main reason he was inside this cursed cell. He wanted to break every bone in that mans body. He wanted to crush him so that everything that was inside of him was dust. He wanted to be able to squeeze his blood out like a sponge. Zetsu wanted him to be thrown fire and be burned alive after his body was dust. He wanted to keep him alive and awake to feel all the pain. He would then make his ashes snow all of the village, and make it known who it was, He hoped the man would live a shit life and die the most painful way he could Zetsu, wanted this whole place to burn. He wanted to hear the screams of agony throughout the halls. He wanted to hear this, why he walked around watching everyone done, while he was laughing. He wanted them dead, not a single person to survive. After the village was dead, he would move to the next and do the same thing, but only this time, much more painful. Nothing more in the world would satisfy his taste for blood, than this whole place dying. He began to laugh a little as these thought continuously went around in his head. He wanted to see brother kill brother. Little children would have to fend for themselves in the time of war. He wanted to world to finally end in chaos at his hands.

Zetsu soon stood up, after an hour or so of this in his mind. He began to hit his head on the wall once more. This time, he had made a little dent, after only the first few hits or so. After the guards saw this, they knew it was time to send a shock his way once again. However, this time, Zetsu did not even fall to the ground. He stopped pounding his head for only a moment. He then turned to the guards and smiled at them. His mouth was full with blood and his eyes were red with blood in them. He soon laughed and knew that his little dream of breaking out of this prison would soon become a reality. The guards had enough of him, and finally knew they had to put him to sleep. A form of gas filled his room and he fell the ground for the night. However, he was not the least bit quiet. He was screaming the whole night and if he wasn't screaming, he was maniacally laughing. It seemed he had been dreaming of this war he had planned for almost his entire life. The war would be started by him and he had hoped it would spread to each part of the world. The world would end in total chaos, and he had hoped it was worse than any war before it. He would dream about this for some time, because the sleeping gas would knock him out for several hours. This gave the guards the time to get his chains back where they needed to be and the dent fixed in his cell. He would surely try again, when he awoke.

From the shadows the figure creeped. It was like a slinking spider, which no one ever noticed unless they looked in the exact right spot at the exactly right time or felt the piercing sting of its bite upon the flesh as it feasted momentarily. Before him stood about six guards, foolishly thinking that was a secure lock and key. With the current calibur of the guards, it would have taken an army to prevent the following proceedings. They were much too weak at heart mind and body, in every way inferior to the one who was about to hunt them down and slaughter them. The hunt would be short of course, they were foolish prey, and had fathered and let down their guard at the sight of the actions of the mad man, though after haivng been in the same vicinity of the man for six years, one would have thought that the shock and awe of any of the mans actions would have dried up, useless and non existent

As silent and quick as a falcon through the air, the killer swooped in and grabbed his first mouse. The hidden blade, thin and skinny, slipped directly through his ribs, shredding the heart, and then retracting in a mere second. The figure dissapeard into the shadows once more. The King of the guards collapsed, coughing up his own blood, gargling for air, which was futile. The heart was the center of the respiratory system. . He would soon die with lack of anything vital to keep him going.

The ohter guards had heard something and looked now to their captain, as the source of the noise. Fear instantly hit them. What had just happened. One moment, life, the next, half dead and fast apparoaching full death. Two knelt next to the fallen leader, one more looked down upon him from a standing position. The stucken one was now gasping, trying to talk, but finidng each breath to heavy to form words. The remainning two guards looked over at the slumbering prisoner, wondering if by some mystic way, he had managed to cause this,.

The blade struck again, at the back of the neck of the one standing above the captain looking down. He crumpled instantly. He was paralyzed and bleeding out quickly. His death would soon follow. The two other standing guards spun around to look at the next victim, the others still focused on the guard. The figure seemed to warp between the two standing, almost in a half kneeling position, and fired both of his hidden blades off this time, each slicing clean through the throat of each guard, piercing the jugular. Blood would enter their airway. The garggling sound was immediate, and they too, like their comrades, crumpled. Now only two remained, and the figure hid no more, His face was not clearly visible, but his eyes were golden and silent. He had a red scarf covering most of his face and the rest clothed in black and flesh. THe white hair flashed deeply and the fear hit them. This was death, and the steady gaze told the full story of their deaths before they occured. They barely saw him move before he leapt up above them and again fired both hidden blades again from their reset position, into the top of the skulls of the last sheep. There were no more. It had taken about 30 seconds to dispose of them all. True he could have done it quicker, but this way was much more systematic.

He stood full at attention and looked over towards the slumbering man he was supposed to be breaking out of here. He was a loud one, which had granted him much easier a time in finding him, but getting out unnoticed, was probably not going to happen. He was not willing to carry the man out of here, so waking him was needed. He retrieved the keys from the guards side and unlocked the door, before walking over to the captive and kneeling over him. He readied his right arma nd lowered his left hand to Zetsu's ear. He snapped his finers and at the same time released one of his hidden blades, causing the point to come with in less then an inch of his throat.

Wake up. If you want freedom, youll trust me, and follow my lead. If you choose any other path then that, I will slay you on the spot.

Zetsu was dreaming about killing the men, while someone seemed to be killing the guards. Zetsu had not heard anything until the man had approached his cell and unlocked his door. Soon enough a blade was held to his throat. He awoke with the man telling him that he was breaking him out, and would kill him if he tried anything funny. Inside he was laughing, and he did not think the man would even really think about killing him. Zetsu slowly stood up, working his muscles, for his sleep. As he stood up he still noticed that his arms and legs were still chained. He had noticed that the chains were lighter because something had been done to them. The hold one whatever it was they were attached to had been weakened. He did not know why, and he did not care, it was not his chance to get out. He looked down at Towa and smiled. "I had assumed that no one wanted me out of here." He began to laugh, at the fact that he could finally get out and kill once again.

Zetsu nodded at Towa, telling him that he was going to follow him. He did not want to have to fight a man, he did not want to kill, at all. Towa was kind enough to break him out, so for the time being he was obliged to follow him. He moved out of the the cell, as far as he could. As soon as he did he used all his might to break the chains that held him. The chains broke apart, and Zetsu walked to the rest of the way out of the jail cell. He walked passed Towa and smiled, then laughed. "I am Zetsuemi, and I'm sure you already know this. I will follow you for a time." As he walked out he saw the bodies of men on the ground. All of them were dead, and Zetsu did not seem to enjoy this. He sighed but then stomped on one of their heads. He did not care if they were dead or not, their bodies needed to be messed up more. As soon as he stomped on the first head, he felt the blood between his toes. This was one of the best feelings he had felt in quite sometime. It had been six long years since his last drop of blood, that was not his own, he had felt. This made him very mad, and he started to beat up the other bodies.

"I would like one second to get some angry out, and then we can be off." He said with a big devilish smirk on his face, and then laughed. He took the body of the man who had stood in front of his cell for most of the six years. He picked the body up and throw it at one of the cells. He soon tied it up and began to punch him in the head. "You are lucky I don't know where you live. And that you are dead. I'd bring your family in here and kill them in front of you!" He was loud, but luckily this would actually keep the other guards away. If Zetsu was quiet, it was he was either sleeping or something was up with him. Being loud was one of the best things that Zetsu could keep up, because so many people had been use to it. As he finished up, he tore a limb off the man and took a bit out of it. It was the best thing he had eaten for a long time. Although he preferred it cooked, this was good enough for him. He walked to a chief guard and throw him into the electric workings, Zetsu chains had once been attached to. He picked up one last body and crush his skull into tiny pieces and laughed.

He soon turned to Towa and nodded. "Sorry for the wait, it would have been hell traveling, knowing that I had done nothing to make these guys look worse. I will be fine for the trip back." Zetsu laughed a little and waited for Towa to lead the way. "I shall follow you." He knew that he would not kill anyone, or even attack anyone if they had gotten in there way. He looked at one of the men he had not messed with. He studied the man, and if needed he would transform into the man. He wanted for Towa to say anything. He was just glad to leave the accursed place.

Soren had found entire thing about this Zetsu guy unpleasant the way he acted was as if he was insane, well its not as if it came by suprise, some member`s tend to have this affection towards mankind, he supposed he was one to talk, human meat was delicious no less especially new born, and pregnent woman, haha that was the stuff, he often tried to avoid eating people who where sick in any way, they often did not taste as good, then again it was his job weather they where sick or just mentally insane.

Zuzuzuzuzu making a weird sound when raising himself from the ground a being lurked and had been observing the two Ninja`s escape from the start...
Soren`s extensions along with his entire entity stood up from the mother earth, as if he had always been a part of it, his extesions slowly folded open as he stood up revealing his entire body mass, he was not wearing his Akatsuki cloak like Riku had told him not to, just a black cloak that would play out just fine. He had something to tell to Towa and Zetsu, something important they should be aware of that went on outside, Zetsu`s name was a bit of the nostalgic sort so he found it better to just slip by. They after all had a mission to take care of, the fresh bodies that lied on the ground awakened his hunger but he showed no affection about it for anyone of them. He quietly studied his "fellow comrades" or meat as he called most human`s he decided it would be time to let Towa know... though it appeared that he was in too much of a hurry to really pay attention which meant that he simply had left before he could really inform him about the situation outside.

There are people outside... the black side spoke in a cold uncaring tone They seem to want to... speed up your execution the white side sounded a lot more easy going and carefree as he chukled a bit while speaking, his left leg was still attached to the ground... they are coming... and they are stronger than these measly pieces of flesh... he said while fighting the urge to salivate, he awaited their reactions while he checked the chakra of people nearby, they where not too close yet, but he could tell people where getting a bit nervous with Zetsu being so overly impatient apparently some rumors had leaked out and the villager`s where frustrated and perhaps scared that Zetsu would escape... which by now was becoming a nightmare in every parents dream and that dream was about to get real...

Soren glanced at where Towa had headed off to, Soren really did not care weather he left or remained, as long as it would go smoothly, he decided to at least inform Zetsu about the whole affair going outside, he figured Zetsu was not the sneaking silent type, he was not an trained assasin like Towa, and hoped that he would indeed get out of here alive, he himself would remain here for a while and "dispose" of the bodies... sadly most of them where in such a bad shape that they could not be saved for later, it was clearly the work of someone who had bad blood with these men, he figured it was no other than Zetsu himself, since he had seen these men everyday more or less for the past 6 years. he would probably have done the same if he had been locked up so he did not judge his actions.

we shall take care of things here... try not to catch too much attention