It's only been a week or two ever since I escaped from that hell called a lab. Through those days, I've had no converts and I have sacrifice 15 people. Why does no one want to join Jashinism? I walked into a clearing. I might as take a break here. I've been walking for hours, non-stop. I sighed heavily. Maybe I'll just pray.

I placed my hand upon the cold metal of the necklace as I closed my eyes. I began to the say my prays, prays about people converting, to join in Jashin-sama's reign, to be able to teach fellow converts my technique amd praying for forgiveness.

Suddenly I jolted in surprise. I could people surrounding the place. There were 6 of them. Their chakra sources were large and tame. They must be ninjas. Let's see... one of them has a duel katana, another dress in black has earth nature, two of them were water -one male and female, maybe brother and sister- there also a man with a muscular structure maybe a taijustu user and the last one was a female her chakra reserve was a larger than the others. She must be the leader.

They began to close in on me. So they want me, huh? I guess them being possible converts is out of the question. I wonder when I'll finally find some fellow Jashinists.

I really don't want to deal with then at the moment... Well, they're surrounding me right now so I guess I have no choice. Fan-f*cking-tasic.

~Third's Person POV~

Within the clearing only stood the silver haired girl, staring down to the ground yet she was completely aware of the 6 Jonin-level ninjas. They hid in the trees, careful to hide their chakra but this didn't pass by the Jashinist. She could sense them either way. Besides, it wasn't their chakra she could sense.

Six pairs of eyes were glued onto the lass. Their leader had told them beforehand to capture her at her signal. Experiment #524 continued to pray like she hadn't sensed anything.The leader's feline like eyes narrowed at the girl. She raised her hand about to alarm the others.

Suddenly, the Jashinist's skin began to peel away. This caused the leader and the other ninja to flinch becoming fixiated on the girl's actions. It looked like the skin was being ripped off the body and then slowly disappear in the air. Every inch that the skin was flayed, the red muscles would show through it. As the surrounding shinobi speculated the scene, they didn't notice that her clothes and her spear she carried also disintegrated.

When all of her skin was ripped off, her muscle structure was completely visible. It looked like something you would see in an antomy book. Not a second later, the muslces started to burn. No fire was present but it looked like she was being burned alive, the red matter melted off her bones. It dripped onto the floor as it sizzled and melted into the ground. That's what they could see.

Her bones and organ were still there. But the groutesque image did cause the Jonins to become queasy. None of them were medical ninjas for sure. The bones followed after, cracking and crumbling into dust, being blown away by the wind leaving the organ to hang in mid air.

That didn't last long. The organs liquefied, evaporating into the air. Through all of this, not one drop of blood stained the area. But the girl was gone. The female leader snapped out of her trance, only realizing she let her target escape. She growled. Nevertheless, the escapist was not in the area. Her chakra could not be sensed and she could not be alive after that stunt. The leader signalled her troops to meet up in the clearing.

They came out of their hiding spots and stood in the place of where the girl formerly was.

5 of them only came out.

"Where is Najira?" The leader asked. They all tensed at the fact their fellow comrade hadn't come out of their hiding spot. No one in the squad would dare to disobey the captain. Najira even had a respect for her. His hiding spot was located in the east-south of the clearing by their leader's orders.

Heightening their guards, they walked to their teammate's place. Their eyes widened at the sight. Najira laid there, his muscular body was motionless on the floor. A pool of blood was stained on the floor. Face was forever stuck with the look of fear, his eyes wide as plates and his mouth laid agape. Examining the dead corpse, they located a hole through his heart. The fatal wound showed that he had been stabbed by a relatively large weapon.

The male with duel katana stepped forth as he analysed the bloody gash, his fingers gently touching it. "It is obvious that had died of being stabbed. The weapon seemed to be bigger than a dagger or kunai and longer for it to impale his whole body. There are also signs that the killer twisted the weapon too." He reported as the rest silently mourned over their lost.

There was only one conclusion the leader could draw to. The girl. At that thought, the atmosphere in the area almost plummeted immediately. Something was different. Everyone could sense it. The air... was covered with chakra. Yet it wasn't link to one person or entity. It was like a fog that spread through the air.

"Whose next?" A chilling voice called from nowhere. The two words caused the remaining five to draw their weapons. This only cause the being to laugh.

"Who are you?" The captain ordered to know.

They could hear the thing smirk as they replied, "I am the girl you just saw." She teased. Their eyes widened. How could the girl, who literally disintegrate, still be alive? "Now let me ask you something, why are you hunting me?" She inquired.

"We were hired to send you back to the Lab." The leader answered. The Jashinist growled lowly at the thought of returning to that distasteful place. She had been there long enough. "Your efforts are futile. Return and say you have failed your mission. There is no way to can get me to go back there. Willingly or unwillingly. Dead or alive." She claimed.

"Failure is not an option." The female water user called out. A silence hung in the air.

"...I see." The fog-like chakra began to swirl around, coming to one centre point. Slowly but surely, the girl appeared again. Her organs, then her bones, muscles and her skin came back. Her clothes also appeared on her with no damage done and attached to her back, was her spear: bloody. It looked like nothing had happened to her in the first place.

"What you see before you is the result of so many experiments after experiments. This is what I can do. You cannot harm me. Go back or die and become a sacrifice." She gave a choice. They gave no hesitation but to attack the girl. The water users kneeled down, slamming both of their hands onto the ground.

"Suiton: Haran Bansho!"

Above, a tidal wave of water came crashing down from the heavens. The Jashinist was washed away, though not making an attempt to swim at all. Her head bobbed up and down from the water. She was drowning. She didn't care. The water siblings nodded. The katana wielder advanced forth as the waterfall became less harsh. The girl emerged. Taking the two swords, he slashed them across her chest causing deep cuts.

The girl's golden eyes widened as she coughed up a mixture of water and blood. The water was almost gone as she kept making puddles of red. The leader nodded to the earth user. His job was to make a cage at the perfect time for capture. He weaved through hand signs.

Suddenly, the girl coughing turned into laughter. Maniacal laughter. The earth user stopped half way through, everyone being taken back at the girl's giggles. She didn't say a word to them but instead drew her spear to her wound and diving the weapon straight in into the injury. She held the urge to wince but drew her spear back out, her blade covered in her blood.

The vermillion liquid dripped off the point. She smirked. The girl ran from her place, charging first at the leader. She was fast, the leader could see and sense the bloodlust rolling off the deranged girl. It was almost slow-motion. The crazed smile was plastered on her face, her golden eyes gleamed menacingly.

The leader was quick to react, jumping out of the way of the girl's weapon. She swung it forward, only slightly cut the captain's cheeks. It was good enough for the Jashinist. She swivelled to the water twins, changing her choice of victim. There wasn't enough time for them to dodge.

The brother stood in front of her younger sister, taking the blow. A diagonal gauge appeared where her weapon had cut his skin. The sister screamed. The male fell to the ground. The blow wasn't deep enough to kill him yet if he didn't get any medical treatment soon, he would bleed out. The small girl towered over the weeping woman. The experiment smiled. She raised her weapon.

Kunais flew to her and stabbed her in the back. She turned around to see the leader, holding up a kunai herself. 'So now they fight?' The silver haired girl thought. 'Might as well have fun.'

"Rizu! Heal Naji! I'll deal with her. Kohifu, Juki, back me up!" The captain ordered. The Jashinist glanced one more time at the pathetic shinobi. The ninja couldn't even handle a simple girl? How weak. From behind, she jerked out the blood covered ninja knife. She threw it at the female sibling, not directly though. The kunai had only cut her arm.

'Only two more.' She transfixed her eyes to the newly dubbed 'Kohifu' and 'Juki.' But she wasn't going to start the ritual until she had a dance. And she was going to get just that. Like always, she was the first to charge.

This time the leader knew she was going to make the first move. The leader drew out five shurikens, throwing them in her direction. The experiment was hit by all of them. Not once did she wince.

The leader's eyes widened. The Jashinist swung her spear. Two metals clashed, sparks flew. Kunai against spear. Each of them pushed to overthrow the other. The struggle went on. The leader lessened the force, causing the spear to be nearly at her neck. The spear wielder smirked at the thought she was winning. Her confidence boosted.

"Daijou!" Juki exclaimed. He ran to the two. He brought a katana, impaling the girl through her shoulder. The strength was lost in her arm. That was the plan, the leader gave one more strong push. The Jashinist stumbled onto her back. As she did, she swung her spear over her head, where the duellist stood. She was only be able to cut him across his shin. "Argh!" He grunted before jumping away to safety as did the leader.

Kohifu jumped into action, going through several hand signs. Dirt spikes rose from the ground. "Wait! Do not kill her! We need her alive!" He nodded. The spikes didn't aim for any vital organs yet impaled her through her left arm.

She growled in frustration. She was hanging off a spike. The girl pulled her spear over her shoulder. She aimed to the earth user.

'Fire.'

With her right arm, she threw the specialized weapon at her last target. The male's eyes widened. The weapon stabbed the man's arm. An arm for an arm. A smirked crawled its way to the Jashinist's face. Her weapon disintegrated as she did too.

This time, only quicker. Her chakra floated in the air once more before she return to her spot, where her pools of blood laid. Blood splattered the place. Blood stained the earth. Blood dripping from the victims. Blood dripping from her wounds. She smirked her infamous smirk. It was only about to get bloodier.

She brought her foot to a wet, red pool in front of her. She began to paint on the ground. The ninjas could only watch in curiosity. She brought it around, creating a full circle then bring her foot into the diagram making a upside down triangle.

It was complete. A giggle admitted out of her. The giggling turned into chuckling. Chuckling turned into full out laughter. The sensation. The feeling. Her skin had turned black with red lines running through out her body. She was no longer human.

"YoU hAd A cHoIcE aNd YoU GaVe yOuR lIfE aWaY!" She shouted at the five ninjas. She hushed her voice to a murmur yet it was still audible. "I'll make you suffer."

She drew her hand to her face. Her nails began dug into her right eye. The finger prodding at the soft muscle. She popped the muscle. Screams emmited from all of five of them. Their own right eye bleeding as it was being scraped away. The Jashinist continued dig at chucks of the orbs. Bits of it getting stuck in her nails. Blood stream down her cheek. The slow torture caused the shinobi to writhe in agony.

She did not flinch, she only continued to scratch out her eyeball. Lumps of white, gold and black fell to the ground. Tears pricked the left eye of the leader at the pain. What was she doing to them? Her eye was no longer intact.

The religious girl reached behind her, where many of the previously thrown shurikens stuck out of her back. She yanked out another one of them. The leader looked closely at her wounds that she received before drawing the symbol. Her eyes become wide as plates. Her wounds... were healing.

The Jashinist drew the four bladed weapon near her face. "Why aren't you smiling?" She taunted. She proceeded to take the sharp edge of the star and placed it at the corner of her mouth. She began to cut away at her check, curving upwards making a smile.

The rest of them could feel their cheek being pulled apart by some entity. It almost felt like something was pulling the mouth apart. The torment caused all of the them to fall to the ground. They want it to stop.

"I-I... I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" The female water user screamed. She pulled out a kunai, stabbing it into her frontal lobe.

"RIZU!" Her brother cried. Her arms fell limb to her sides. Her one eye: wide. Blood trickled from her forehead down onto the brother's traumatized face. Rizu's body fell backwards. Motionless.

The Jashinist looked at the water user. She smirked. The girl gave in earlier then she thought. The brother snapped his head to the girl. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!" He cried.

This amused the cursed girl. "In the state you are in in? Fat chance." She sneered. She frowned. "I'm get bored of this."

She grabbed her spear. "Say hello to Jashin for me."

She plunged the spear into her chest.

Blood.

Blood stained their clothes.

The water user died. The earth user died. The katana duellist died. The leader fell. Six corpses littered the clearing. Smiles craved into five of them. All of them: dead.

One coughed: Leader.

"What... are... you, Kiru?" She wheezed through each word, coughing more blood onto the scene. The Jashinist frowned at her name. She walked to the leader, towering above the pathetic, fallen human. "Only one person can call me by that name. And you are not him." She glared at the leader. "If you want to call me something. Call me this."

She kneeled down to eye level. Her face was unforgettable even in afterlife. Her lone gold eye shone with insanity, her other one was crying with blood, her eyelid dropped low at the lack of the muscle supporting it. She bared her shiny white teeth partnered with the cuts in her cheek caused her to look more psychotic. Blood splatter on her attire and the various weapons sticking out of her body made her appear like a doll that has been played and played over again. Fear strike in the leader's mind.

"Call me Break down."

Thump...

Thump...

Thump...

Nothing.