Serenity: Still living in nothing and the breaking silence. To here is a story of Sasuke as an avenger. I am feeling rather horrible at the current passage of time, so do forgive me if it seems to live in anguish and sadism.


Sasuke POV


I live through pain and through sorrow.

Hate and passionate sorrow fuel this soulless body to move forward, to push myself through times of overbearing masochism and murderous intentions. I have not the need nor the desire to feel ‘love’ or ‘comfort’ from the security of ‘friends.’

Friends are weakness. All weakness in my body and psyche must be eliminated at any cost, no matter how high or how low. I will crawl through social discrimination and labels, uncaring for futile tokens of antipathy and spite.

It matters no longer that I have sold my soul to the devil, or even to his spawn. All for the power, that glorious power that I crave more than life itself, more than warmth or happiness. At any cost will I over come my obstacle. I can no longer hold onto an inner soul that I have already given away.

Pain.

Pain is extraordinary and it is also weakness. Weakness living the body. Stabbing, bloody knives drip living essence as my craving and insanity ebb through frozen veins.