Sanctuary.


The City Clinical Institute for the Mentally Bewildered had been missing a patient for the passed three months or so, and they had no intentions of making it known to the Russian community, up until today. Today, unlike any other, a very famous newscaster had informed the public about a menace terrorizing the citizens of Russia, destroying a few of the social amenities, stolen cars, and the worst of all, taking places in various murders. And the most surprising thing of all was that this menace was none other than a female, a female patient who had been diagnosed with a never-seen mental disability which was very rare. She was called Psychopathic Alexandra. Unfortunately no one had come up with a name for this illness. According to the stories, she had been admitted into the City Clinical Institute under the supervision of the non-famous Dr. Alexandrov, the sole founder of this here great hospital. He was infallible, precautional and very ambidextrous, so everybody including the employees wondered, why let a patient slip through your fingers? But did they really expect an answer from the doctor? Certainly not. Some of them had even begun to ‘over think’ and it had led then to the point where they thought Alexandrov was behind the prison break. And why wouldn’t they think so? He was the only one who didn’t seem surprised by it, he didn’t bother calling for a search team, and a few days before the break out an employee had spotted him visiting the cell of Alexandra. It was enough proof to say the doctor was behind it, but then again, who would dare question him? It was only his most trusted assistant, Peter, who knew much about what happened that night. And even he refused to expose the truth.

Alexandra was considered dangerous to everyone she came across. She had a knack for killing and was often caught feasting off the cadavers of her kill. But this information was known by only a few, as well as her whereabouts.

A non-famous Roman Catholic Church stood high with lost pride in the gloom. Something it usually did just for passers-by to detect the fact that it was old and abandoned, years ago, before the street at which it stood had even been constructed. Its pinnacle, which stood in the middle of the parapet, was missing. It had probably been taken down during one of the unsuccessful attempts to decimate the building, and the remains of what was left just stood there, untouched and uncared for. Now, moving to the penetralia of this Holy place, it still had the characteristics of the average Church, except for the fact that majority of the benches were habitats for emmets and termites to feed from and live in. It was pretty much just a defected Church. And like in all defected Churches, noise, was meant to be a thing of the past. But unfortunately, this church wasn’t meant to be.

An unexpected remotest wind broke the uneven silence with a loud rupture of the closed doors of the Church. It had breached it with ease and now they were left open, welcoming any stranger who sorts to seek refuge in the Church. And as if it were predicted, one came in. A stranger with a rather strange silhouette which seemed to crouch in a very strange manner as it proceeded, walking in a animal-like sense. One would think it was some sort of primate, but if a closer look was given, you would notice it was none other than the infamous Alexandra.

She seemed exhausted, tired, as if her energy had been drained without a single left, and it was a very rare feeling she would usually exhibit. Her attempts to run away from the angry mob which chased after her was pretty much successful, but it wasn’t exactly what she had expected. They had chased and chased without even a moment’s rest, with all aim and desire to kill the one who had brought mayhem and death to their town. Unfortunately, they had missed her just by a long shot. But they had managed to keep her weak. At first her attempts where to claim sanctuary, but to hell with that rubbish because she wasn’t even a Christian, the abandoned Church was pretty much the only place she could find to sort refuge. And with that accomplished the next thing she wanted was rest. She would need her energy to cause more chaos when she awoke. Slowly, causally, she crawled towards one of the edges of the Church, which was opposite the altar of where the statue of the Saviour, Jesus Christ, pinned to the cross stood. With a rather weak snarl at the statue, she found a comfortable, awkward position to lie down before carefully shutting her eyes to sleep. And then she waited, for the forces to finally succumb her to her rest..

                                    The Decision

Time: 12:47am


Ethan knelt before the corpse of his dear friend, David, experiencing too much emotions than to even settle and listen to one at a time. He cursed the very day he had made that unforgettable deal with the Trickster, cursed the very moment he had sat down on the wooden chair to lay with his life like some toy he would regain a few days later. Why did this have to b the outcome? He asked, fully knowing that it would come to this right from when he decided to tango with his life. The blood seeped through many areas of the wooden floor board, soaking the clothes which the corpse had worn, along with the trousers his friend wore. He could smell it. It smelt like the rusted iron exposed to the oxygen within and left to decay until the last parcel. It was detestable.

The moment was interrupted by a click sound made by a gun, pointed straight to his temple without giving any distant gap. He would show no mercy. Ethan looked up. A burly well-built man with a rare physique stood tall with a height of 6foot 7. His finely leathered black coat swayed roughly in the dead night’s wind, his black boots polished to the grim shimmered at its very best in the dark, his long ebony hair which stopped right at his shoulder was parked into a ponytail. He decided to make no movements until Ethan was ready to decide his fate. Ethan felt it. He could already feel his life slipping away, but he had to make a decision. To either become the Trickster’s slave, or to have the same fate as his friend David. What was he going to do?

His thoughts were already intrrupted by the Tricksters cold, dead voice, which brought a slight shiver to his spine. “Have you made your decidsion?” He asked, he did not make any attempt to withdraw the gun. Ethan gave him what seemed to be a nod, but it wasn’t that fluent. Before the Trickster could even ask the next question, Ethan rose and gave him a sharp blow on the chin, before exceeding to step forward and give him an upper cut, but it wasn’t planned for at all. The Trickster only gave a slight twitch and pulled the trigger. Luckily he had missed his aim right from when he was hit. Ethan was very volatile, so he wouldn’t give up this opportunity to escape with his life. The sole of his foot forcefully collided with the Trickster’s chest, before he took to his heels and ran. The Trickster staggered, but that wasn’t enough to make him fall. He quickly ragained himself. Ethan ran like he had never done before, not even taking a slight second to look back at the Trickster, who, already had his revolver aimed at him. And then with the pull of a trigger, Ethan fell. The blood gushing out from his thigh wasn’t even more severe than the pain he felt. It was excruciating. The Trickster proceeded, walking calmly as if nothing wrong had happened, until he reached Ethan. Ethan was helpless, he couldn’t even move. All he could do was plead, but he already knew the other wouldn’t listen. The Trickster held his gun against Ethan’s temple once more, while saying just a few cold words, “You made a wrong decision”, and then pulled the trigger. Darkness, consumed the area.

[[ Clearly I didn’t put my best in writing this, but what the heck! =D ]]

[[I couldn’t help myself from writing.]]
                                     Sai And Sakura


The gushing rain from the sky came at extremity to both of them; the intensity made their visions discern in the utmost way. A calm rush of air brushed past the surface of parted lips, along with the wounded surface of his body. The penetrating cold nipping through the minute holes of the shinobi’s shirt and unto his skin. He hardly even cared about the pain he felt at the moment, or the scarlet blood which ran through his lips and other parts of his body. The only thing he cared about was her.

Sakura Haruno. Her pink bubble gum hair seemed to be the only thing lightening up the place, her soft hands were gently laced on the shinobi’s chest, emitting warmth and compassion seemed to be the only thing she felt she could do;not even the accursed rippling sounds of the rain could surpass her meel yet quiet sobs which brought nothing but distress to the shinobi. Time would’ve felt like it stopped…just for the two of them; traping them both inside an impenetrable bubble.

He could not only smile at the moment. With eyes closed, he carefully lifted his aching arm upon her shoulder at least to beckon her to at least cease the crying. “Do not cry for me Sakura…” He spoke, in a voice so sweet and calm to the ears of anyone who would bother to listen.

This is my very first edit on my all star. Not very good, but I just did it cos I was bored.