The Cindered Sister
By Ducky1
A/N: This is my first foray into fan fiction after 10 years! With the announcement that Bleach will be coming to its end sooner rather than later, I felt the need to leave my mark on the Bleachverse. This is meant as a Prologue to a Bleach fiction that I've been thinking of for some time. I thought I would test drive this little bit to see what people think. I'm not seeking any sort criticism, and I know this theme is something that has probably been done to death! All I ask is that you keep an open mind. Let me know your first impressions. Do you have any thoughts on the character who is speaking? Do these few lines spark your interest at all? If this is something that has potential, I shall continue with it. I know it's short, but please enjoy.
Standard disclaimers apply. Bleach copyright Tite Kubo.
So this is what it all came down to. Me and the hollow.
It didn't look as big as it did when I was nine years old, nor did it seem as scary. Even though I had grown and gotten stronger over the past eight years it didn't seem to matter in the least. This bastard was just as powerful as he was back then.
I hit the wall hard after he swatted me away like a fly. My body screamed as it collided with the concrete. As I lay on the ground, I watched as he slowly made his way toward me. Although it wore that hideous expressionless mask, I could feel it grinning at me. Apparently, I had become its unfinished business.
This was the hollow who had turned the world upside down for me and my family. This was the monster who had killed my sister. That was all I needed to strengthen my resolve.
I looked around, knowing my friends to be close by. They were unsure whether or not they should come to my aid, but knew I needed to do this on my own. Even as I pushed myself off the ground they kept their distance.
It started to rain as I finally rose to my feet, coming face to face with the sight of the hollow bearing down upon me. I shook my head a little, trying to orient myself. I could feel warmth on the side of my head, leaking past my ear and down my neck. I felt as if I were being stabbed every time I drew breath. Most likely a broken rib, or two. I would have to worry about that later.
This was it. Do or die.
I waved my hand over the cross I was given, summoning the bow to come forth. I set my feet and as I pulled the string away from the bow, I produced my arrow. This was it, I thought to myself again. I fixed my eyes upon my target and using my lips as an anchor, I leveled out my bow. It shone brilliant purple against the night. I was told it wasn't the typical colour, but it was mine. I took a deep breath and let my arrow fly.