Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ World Collision ❯ prologue ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its production. I do claim ownership of all the original things I put forth into this story.

 

FYI: Though I love readers and comments, I will not approve of people flaming this just because they don't agree with the morals I have put into this story. I hope you'll enjoy it, and please leave comments if you have. If you did not because of the Christian things involved, do not comment about it; it's just a waste of your time.

 

AN: Okay, this will be my first (besides one that got lost after Fanlib shut down) Alternate Universe fan fiction for Naruto. I hope you'll enjoy it!

 

 

World Collision

Prologue

 

Just when you think it's all over, it has just begun. Just when you think you're going to die, you just get by. Just when you think there's no hope left in your world… A single light appears amongst the darkness…

 

“Jessica Roans, five-foot three inches tall, short, layered brown hair that curves out, hazel eyes, and fair skin. Yep, that's me. I've lived between the fine line of poverty and middle class. For my fifteen years of life, I've found that the only thing keeping me going is my God. If it weren't for him, I'm sure I wouldn't still be alive after all I've gone throughout. Over the past few months, my dad lost his job and my little brother almost died in an accident. Our insurance won't cover the deal, and we cannot afford to pay for the medication. I'd wake up every morning, afraid to leave my room, afraid to walk into our kitchen, and find my Mother sobbing her heart out at the sound of more bad news. I wish I were younger, so I wouldn't understand why they were so troubled… But what has been done cannot be undone. My name is Jessica Roans, and God finally answered one of my prayers the way I wanted it to be answered… I got what I wanted, but I'm afraid I will soon regret it...”

 

 

Jessica Roans rubbed her tired eyes as she awoke from the sound of wood peckers drilling away at their trees. Sitting up, she looked around with a confused look on her face. She found herself in a forest area, filled with birds and squirrels running about their businesses.

 

“Where am I?” She thought as she stood to her feet. Was she really awake? When she went to bed last, she was in her family's apartment, out in a stench filled city, in the middle of winter. Now, however, she found herself in a country-like area, with clean air, and what seemed to be late-spring weather. Suddenly, she turned to look behind her as she heard someone yell in her direction.

 

“Hey, there she is!” Stated a tall, gruff man about thirty feet from where she stood rather shocked as the man and two others who joined him then bounded after her. Panicking, the girl turned and ran as she gave out a weak cry of fear. Within seconds though, she was down on the ground as one of the men tied her hands behind her back with a thick rope.

 

“You're not getting away again, you brat!” A thin, bony figure of a man said as he pushed her head into the dirt with his sandaled foot.

 

“Ouch, let go of me! I didn't do anything, let me go!” The girl screamed.

 

“Talk all you want maggot, but you aren't getting away again. You're making us loose sales while we waste our time searching for you. Get up,” demanded the man who had tied her as he yanked her up by her arms.

 

For the next five minutes the girl was dragged, kicking and screaming, to a shipyard where she was put in a pen-like area with a bunch of other people. Confused and scared, she looked around at the other expressions that matched her own.

 

“Where are we?” She asked to no one in particular. A few sorrowful gazes lay on her as everything became silent between them.

 

“What do you mean where are we?” A young boy about four feet away replied. “How could you not know? Who doesn't know around here?”

 

As Jessica opened her mouth to speak again, a man came into the pen and grabbed the boy who was then led out.

 

“Number 15610, starting bid at five hundred coins!” She heard a moment later as people started shouting different numbers. Another man then came into the pen and frowned when he looked at her. He then left for a moment, and came back with a number plate in his hand that he then put around the girl's neck. It then dawned on her; she was at a slave market.

Panic-stricken, she stood and yelled at the top of her lungs.

 

“Hey, I'm not a slave, you hear? I don't belong here! There's been a mistake, I'm not who you think I am!”

 

“Would you quiet down?” Another boy said from beside her. “No matter how much you beg, you won't be given any mercy. It's not like any of us deserved this. You're just going to find yourself on the stage quicker if you don't keep quiet. But I guess you don't have much time anyways.”

 

“What do you mean by that?” Suddenly the man's voice could be heard again.

 

“Number 15611, starting bit at four hundred coins!”

 

“Haven't you been paying attention to what the salesman has been saying? He's been selling people off by number order. The last call was 15611; look at your tag,” the boy said as he pointed at it with his index finger. “You're next.”

 

Horror then struck the girl's face. She quickly looked down at her number plate. It clearly read the numbers `15612'. She was given no time to react before the man from before came back in and grabbed her by the arm.

 

“Alright lassie, you're up next.” He said looking down at her existence. Without hesitation, he walked her up to the wooden platform that a young girl walked off with tears in her eyes as she was lead away by an old, gruff looking woman.

 

“Now, our next bid will be on this girl,” he said as he introduced her with arm motions. “She's young enough to be trained, and old enough to be able to do the work you need her to do. She could be a good maid, or perhaps even `someone to keep you entertained'.” He said with a suggestion in his voice. With wide eyes, she was about to object to everything he was saying until a sharp glair was sent her way by a man near by with his hand on his sword's hit. “Now, number 15612 will start at four hundred coins.”

 

With a heart that pounded at the speed of light, she heard a few people cry out different numbers as the bid started. A young man who was holding a little girl bided six hundred coins. She almost felt relieved. This man looked like a good, kind man who would treat her well, or at least a lot better than the other faces she saw in the crowd. Suddenly though, as she was about to be sold, another voice sounded in the streets.

 

“Un-I'll take her for seven hundred coins.” A man in the very back stated.

 

“Are there any higher bidders? No? Sold, to the man in the back,” he stated with a grin as two men progressed to the front of the crowd to take their property. The man wore a black cloak with red clouds on it, and had long blonde hair. Squinting to try to get a better look at the man, she recognized him with horror as she stepped back. It was the same man on a poster her friend had hanging on her bedroom wall.

 

“God, what's going on? Why are you doing this to me? I don't understand how you could do this to me, your friend and servant? Me, your adopted daughter?” she asked franticly in her mind as she was led off the platform by a dangerous stranger.