TheD333

Her body stung, as if she had bathed in lemon juice after being pricked by a million white-hot needles. But she could see the orange of the slowly setting sun in the sky above her, she could feel the cold slab of stone beneath her. Hinata was back in reality. The nightmare was over. “Where am I?” Hinata stuttered slightly over the words. She didn’t want to move too much for fear of increasing the sting along her skin. She closed her eyes, and then opened them again for fear of falling back into that… dream. No, it could not have been a dream. Dreams fade eventually, right? This was vivid. Disturbingly vivid. She could rec

Her knees ached as Hinata awoke, kneeling amidst a sea of red fog. "Where am I?" she asked aloud. This didn't make sense. Where was Naruto? Where were the others? Where was the enemy? She stood and tried to get her bearings. Nothing seemed right in this place, surrounded by thick red mist. A hot wind blew against her, carrying whispers with the heat. They were faint, like the voices of a chalkboard, the powdery lines given utterance to mumble white words. Hinata strained to hear them, to make some sense of the sound around her. One voice came through clearly. "Run…" A forest began to gather around her in the swirling red fog, the trees pu