AN: Hi there, LoverOfTheDead here, I'm bored so I made an Undertaker fic! the girl is biased off of Rukia from Bleach but this is not a cross-over. Warnings: OOC, mentions of rape and abuse, blood and gore. Enjoy! :) Disclaimer: I do not own any animes, don't sue me plz! P.S.: This is my first post so no flames but I'll gladly accept helpful criticism. Thanks! :D
Undertaker was one simple man, with three simple pleasures; his work, laughter and what laughs he could get from his clienteles memories. In his work he could find so many hidden stories that no-one else knew, every scratch, every scar, every open wound whispered its own secret tale to him. When his other pleasures needed to be fulfilled and no-one living was in the area or he had a curious cadaver he would take a trip 'up-stairs' to dig through a cinematic recored or two. If he was real lucky he could find a client whose cinematic record was still intact to pass the time with. This was one of those clients. A girl approximately 13 or 14 covered in tens of dozens of cuts and wounds, laying dead and naked on the side of the road. Her glazed open eyes were a deep royal purple, her hair, raven black, and her skin, light and pale from blood loss. Beautiful. When he cleaned her up he found her body was marred with scares, but he couldn't tell from what. Well poor Undertaker was so curious and so damn bored with his first pleasure plus being void of his second pleasure for so long that he delved in to his third pleasure without a second thought. He was shocked by what he saw, what he felt. Most cinematic records were just like a movie, flat, fake, but this, this was unimaginable. He could see every thing, hear everything, feel everything, everything she ever felt. And the pain was unbearable. He couldn't pull away, he was stuck in her memories. The beatings, the rape, then the pain of her death struck him, and it ended. It wasn't the physical pain, that he could deal with, it was the emotional pain, the fear, the oppression, the loneliness. Feelings he had never felt before and so much of them at once from this scared girl it was just to much for him to bare. His knees buckled and he fell unconscious. When he awoke his head was throbbing. He didn't know how long it had been, but the sun was now out. The girl was there, across from him, huddled in a corner. Alive!? Undertaker stood, slowly, and walked towards her. She was still clothe-less so he grabbed the cloth off the table to cover her with. She began to scream as soon as he was within five feet of her. Knowing from what he saw it was best not to go further and cause her more fear he through the cloth to her and backed away. He turned but turned to quickly and passed out again.
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LoverOfTheDead