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... No one knew vampires ever existed, well no mortal at the least. They normally hide, going out only in the thirst of blood and the need of making more vampires. Nor did anyone knew that werewolves existed. They're just like the tales say, an individual who can shape shift into a wolf, and can bite a mortal to turn them into one. And of course, you have to know what a mortal, or, of course, I would be deeply concerned. But, let me bring you're attention to Naruto Uzumaki. He sat in the dark dim corner of the attic. Water dripped down onto his head, as cold as ice. He wrapped the blue blanket around him, his blue eyes stared into the distance of the dingy attic. Why can't they just finish me off? They know I'm theirs to do what they want with, an object of their use. His mind repeatedly said, as if on an eternal loop which never stopped. Part of his mind yearned him to go down, let them kill him, and the other - the other said stay, and run in the morning. He looked to the left of himself, a black rucksack was lying to the side of him, with everything he ever needed. A charger, his phone and laptop, his wallet, notebook, a pencil and some color pencils, and of course - a dagger passed down the family for generations. If only he knew who his family was. He never knew any of them. His dad died in a car crash whilst trying to get to the hospital when he was being born, and his mother died during child birth, leaving him in the care of whoever.He had ran away several times, and was not afraid to do it again. And again, And again. All he had ever wanted was to write books and watch anime - like other people do. Not having your so - called 'parents' wanting to kill you half the time. He shivered at hearing glass crash from two floors down, he quickly got up, letting the blanket fall off him and onto a lump in the corner. He didn't care he was cold. Silently, he crept to the trapdoor, he had somehow moved the storage shelf on top of the door, in case some one knew where he was. Maybe he would call the police eventually, but they wouldn't care about him, but the people who did this to him. He looked to the window, the moon was full, and the forest surrounding the town were like Grim Reapers - many deaths had been because of the forest - missing people, fallen trees on people, murders, and the most strange of them all - humans who had all their blood drained out of them. Some people say a few times there has been what looked like cannibalism. Honestly, who had decided to send him here? To stop him running away, surely was the only reason. But he didn't care if he died. Honestly, he'd die a hundred and two times to have a normal life. Naruto looked at the bag and the window, and made his decision. He'll run away, into the forest, and out to what he hopes would be a big city. Then he'd get a job at a superstore or cafe, get enough money to rent a place, make a website, hopefully get some attention and get a nice job. And - well, maybe start a new life? He hoped at the least. He stealthily yet quickly moved towards his bag, and put it on, the weight of his computer brought the bag down, allowing to fall down his back. He looked at his clothes, an orange hoodie and blue jeans, well they were blue, but they were a bit faded and worn out, now taking on a sort of greyish - brown tint. Naruto felt his fingers go numb. I shouldn't do this, what about food? Water? The rumors and accidents that had happened in the woods? I've done it before - no - nothing will happen, it's not like it's real, they're just - being silly. He thought. Naruto quietly crept back to the window, he fiddled with lock, he pressed the black bit and then twisted it, pushing it with force and watched it as it opened. A gush of cold wind hit him in the face, as he stared to the branch which had flung up in front of him when he opened the window. He grabbed the branch with his hands, and stepped over the window ledge, on to the tiles of the roof. His trainers slipped a bit as he grabbed the branch even tighter, with hope it wouldn't slip. Directly in front of him was the house opposite and the path which led to the treacherous forest. He stopped looking down, and out in to the sky. It was, like the most common metaphor in the universe, 'a black blanket with sparkling white gems,' - yet not, to Naruto - it was the sign of freedom. Lost souls 'reincarnated into stars'- in other words - dead people. He clicked back to reality, and looked at the tree directly next the house. It was winter - so the branches were more easy to grip, (without bugs or anything, but you're probably more prone to splinters) Naruto tugged at the branch, making sure it was secure, and looking at the tree it was connected to. It was simple to climb up and down, because once it was a tree house, and someone carved stairs into it. But that must've been ages ago. Naruto wished that it was there still, even though he was 17, it would be a much more suitable hiding place than an attic with only two escapes, both dangerous. The tiles were a dark blue sort of color, slippery due to the rain that had taken place earlier on, (no don't scroll to find it, it was earlier than when I introduced Naruto to you, well my AU Naruto at least) the gap between the roof and the tree wasn't going to allow Naruto to jump over, he'd have to walk on a branch as if he was a tightrope walker. He sighed, pulling his leg over the branch - no, he wasn't sitting on it, that would hurt his erm, you know. He slipped his way down the roof, before leaning forward and bringing his chest close to the branch, as if he was hugging it. He lifted his feet up, squeezing his body tight to the branch. He put one arm further on the rough wood, looking up at his arms. His left hand had a scar, from the time someone had stabbed his hand when he was younger. He chuckled at the memory, he must've been in so much pain since he wasn't even brought to a hospital. Naruto pulled his body along the branch, he could see a bit of the garden now - how many meters away from the ground was he? There was no fence to stop people from entering through the forest into the garden. It was broken and battered, rotting and decaying - moss inhabited the north side of the fence.
Quickly Naruto snapped out of it - grabbing on to the branches where it connected to trunk quickly. He grabbed it so hard - he scratched his left hand. He hissed - honestly - he had no time for this - this pain. Physical or mental. He pulled he rest of his body into the remains of the tree house, it was only a floor with a rope dangling of the branch - he was doubtful to climb it for a second, but it wasn't the most dangerous thing he's done - or he will do.
He stood on the platform, carefully lying down on the surface face first, and using his hands to move back. The planks creaked, he froze, his blood turned cold, as he stopped breathing, his heart almost disapeering into thin air. He waited a second, hearing the rustling of the leaves, before moving again. Half his body was off the platform, and Naruto was kicking his legs around frantically trying to grab the rope - (of course, eventually he got it,) before lowering his body down. He let his hand which wasn't scratched grab the rope first, he really hated ropes, sliding down them hurt your hands because of the friction, leaving a burning sensation in your hands for a quite an annoyingly long time (as it felt, of course it only lasts 30 - 45 minutes, really). Naruto quickly slid down, his hands scratched by the ropes harshness. Naruto did it - cursing every seven seconds or so, until he felt his feet touch the ground, and he joyfully let go of the rope.
And he ran - fast - 'as swift as an arrow from a Tartar's bow', into the woods which would presumably kill him, or maybe even change his life - forever.