"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the Spring of hope it was the winter of despair. We had everything before us, we had nothing before us. We were all going directly to Heaven, but we were all going directly to Hell."
We stood on the battlefield facing each other my sister and I. It was a bright sunny day in the middle of November and there was a slight chill in the air. We were standing in a very large grassy public park. It was empty, in fact the whole town was empty, another one of that old geezer's tricks I assumed. There was a creaking sound to the right of me; I noticed an abandoned merry-go-round slowly turning from the wind. We loved the merry go round. We would beg our mother to take us to the park just so that we could play on the merry-go-round. My sister and I would race there and by my being the oldest I would always let her win. She would jump up onto the merry go ground screaming "push Denny push...go fast go fast." I would go as fast as my little seven-year-old arms would allow and then I would jump on and we would laugh and laugh until one of us fell off or threw up. Until one day I fell off and I didn't get back up. My sister was so scared and shocked that her entire little five year old body trembled as well as the ground around her. She leveled the play ground that day, and that was the last time we saw that merry go round.
Those were the good days, but those days had long since past; now we stood face to face with fire in our eyes ready to kill each other. How did we get to this; how did we get to this moment. Our other two sisters stood behind her not knowing what the hell to do. The dilemma playing out on their faces should they let me kill them or should they fight back. How did I let it get this far? Oh yeah that's right now I remember. HIM!
He called himself helping me, standing right beside me encouraging me to make the right choice, his beautiful silver hair tickling my cheek his breath on my ear and his soft ever so polite voice telling me "oh just do it…do it and get it over with so we can get on with the rest of our lives. You know Tite needs his mother…or would you rather die and leave him without a mother...hmm didn't realize you were that weak... little chakka zai." I just wanted to tell him to shut the hell up. He wasn't helping. But before I could say anything to him a big ass bolder came flying towards my face. Without hesitation I exploded the bolder with the fire within me it shattered into a million pieces. I knew who threw the boulder but I just couldn't believe it. Did she actually just throw a bolder at me? She really was trying to kill me. My sister, my best friend…I guess it really has come to this. He was there again back in my ear, back inside my head telling me things I already knew "They don't love you chakka zai...not like I love you ne" He let out a little chuckle. He was laughing at me he was laughing at my stupidity. To Hell with it… to Hell with them all.
I launch at my sisters with all the fire burning within me, my body felt like it was on fire. I never felt so alive than at that moment. I felt every inch of my own body, it was engulfed in flames, but to them I had to appear to be on fire. They wanted to kill me, to kill him, and to kill..to kill...no..no..no, I wouldn't let them. I couldn't believe it, he was right, he had been right they didn't give a shit about me. They left me to rot in Hell…to suffer alone not a whisper of a savior coming for me they just left me in Hell, Hueco Mundo, Hell. With one more breath I screamed…"YOU ARE NO SISTERS OF MINE, DIE WITH THE REST OF THEM."
"STOP" someone out of view, yelled, and then I heard it that oh so familiar clicking sound. Click, clock, click clock. My eyes grew wide from shock and my heart started racing, no it couldn't be. I looked to my long time lover and his everlasting grin he wore on his face was gone. I knew it then and under my breath I mumbled
"Kisuke Urahara."
Quote Inspired by: A Tale of Two Cities Charles Dickens