Turn around

Those silent screams as the blood paints the wall.

Turn around

Your innocents was long forgotten on that cold night.

Turn around

Face what you have become and know that the path you have taken is one that closes the door behind you.
Your body has changed and your hands are hidden; of the blood soaked skin that wont wash out for days. His eyes had never changed in the moments of slaughter and love, the peace as he had once known had changed meaning.
Oh sweet angel your tears run wild as the sky cries with you.
As you lay there day after day in the cold darkness the one you love stands there in wait, waiting for you to face the reality that was that night..

That night of agony..
That night that burned an image of a God and his Angel.

So turn around..and look me in the eyes, tell me what you can see now..

Turn around..

Midnight the night before:
It was not long after that everything she had known changed, and only just recently had she become accustom to her living style. A small room with an even smaller barred window, a living room with no lights, only candles and an open balcony with a "throne" near by.
She knows that this balcony was to remain untouched, and the seat, stay far away from that.
So all she does, is sit in wait by the sharp edged table and stares at the candles, and watches as one by one burn out to the last line of smoke.

And yes, its still raining, as it always does day after day.

It was time, she rose and left the room, down the spiral stares and out into the blistering cold. She walks along, never once looking back, never once thinking of regret of anything.
And in that moment there was a presence….and then a voice, it was his.

" In a dress of light she approached me 
I remember it like it was yesterday 
I was so young, felt embarrassed 
But I've never regretted it "

" Its time..Konan.."

Yes, that is what she heard, and was the only thing she heard for the rest of that night.

He stands there, his cold skin glimmering in the night light as he moves forward. Passing by her. The stench of death emitting from his body.

His hand moves up. Head tilting. He flexes his fingers as he mindlessly watches what his body can do. His other hand running up and touching the numerous piecing that litter the side of his face and the rest of his body.

"It seems that are little experiment was successful…"

He mutters to her. Taken the fallen and making them useful once more. Granted the prize was high for this to work. He had forced his sweet Angel to take there best friends corpse and make the necessary alterations.

Hurting them both for there vision to come true.

She was scared at first. Of hurting Nagato. Of removing the spikes from his back. But he had begged her to do it and she complied with his wishes. His screams of agonizing pain where far worse when he lost the usage of his legs and his body, but when it was all over, he had found a new outlet.

A new way to bring justice and revenge to his enemies. His friends body was now his own. Granted it had major disadvantages. He could not use the full extent of his powers in this body. It could not hold it. It would fold under pressure and simply be destroyed.

"We are going to need to gather more bodies are I finish this…"

He speaks. His eyes shifting as he moves forward. He knows what must be done. That he has to kill the leader of this village, of this nation. The people have spoken. They have been gathering out side his tower for months now. Praying for him to bring peace to this land.

And he will comply
He will save them all
He will grant there prays
For he is a kind god to his people.

They did not have far to travel, they did not have long to go, Hanzo was there target and it was only going to be him and him alone to do this. He did not need her, he did not want her to see, what he was going to do this night.

Travelling swiftly. The corpse moves. Re-energised with charka and life it moves at an incredible speed. Dashing through the streets aimlessly. Konan sometimes not even able to keep up with it at some points.  

The body slides to a stop as his eyes shift, looking at the fortress in which the target lies.

Security was tight. There where guards at every station. The legends where true that he was a paranoid old man. It would be hard, but he could do it. It would come at a high cost of life. He was going to have to slaughter a lot of his own people to do the impossible but it was a prize he was going to have to accept.

"What I do today, will forever chance this land…"

With that he dashes forward, leaping into the air and over the fortress wall.

Konan stands and waits. All that comes from the fortress is the screams of dying men. The thudding of empty souls. And the spilling of crimson blood.

This was a night of blood shed. This was a night of revenge. The night when a God was born.