The Divine Conspiracy
Prologue: Meet Rukia
"Ghosts are a metaphor for memory and remembrance and metaphorically connect our world to the world we cannot know about."
LESLIE WHAT
Rukia sighed as she tapped her fingers on her desk watching the clock tick time by.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Rukia pleaded the clock with her eyes, begging it to go by faster. Just one more minute, but it felt like the little hand decided to freeze and start taunting her.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Biting on her lip anxiously, she finally concluded that the demented clock from hell was going to be smashed with a hammer, thrown in a tarp and thrust into the ocean, weighed down by a rock. No one would ever miss it and she convinced herself that she would get away with killing the clock hands clean.
"Crap! I am going crazy!" Rukia breathed out while slamming her head tiredly on her desk. Closing her eyes, she decided to breath in and out.
Tick Tock
Breath In
Her muscles relaxed and her shoulders lessened the tension that she found herself carrying around nowadays. "I. Hate. My. Job." She thought to herself.
Tick Tock
Breath Out
Tick Tock
Breath In
After graduating early at the ripe age of 20, her brother ever so kindly forced her to work in the business world. She was forced to work in a small cubicle, filing papers, knowing no one, and receiving perverted looks from the old crusty men that worked with her. Some even had the nerve to grope her ass, a mistake that they will never make again as they received a staple to the head. Never mess with a girl who has a stapler. Never.
Tick Tock
In
Tick Tock
Out
She sighed again instantly regretting thinking about her ruined and boring life. She never got a chance to complete her dream, her brother thought that it was a complete waste of time and she could be doing better things with it like copying papers. Yeah, a real contribution to the world.
Tick Tock
In
Tick Tock
Out
Tick Tock
In
Tick Tock
Out
Now she had to spend her time waiting for a damned clock to strike 5:00. "Speaking of which," Rukia said tiredly, she peeked at the clock: 5:10.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Rukia slammed her clenched fists on her desk and quickly ran to grab her tan coat and black purse. Thrusting her petite body in her coat and speed walking through the office, she didn't even bother to notify her boss of her leave.
"He'll figure it out sooner or later," Rukia tiredly said.
She quickly exited the building exhausted from running down the flight of stairs after waiting patiently for the elevator. She was determined to buy a digital clock so that she would never have to feel the torture of that possessed hanging clock on her wall. She turned the corner, quickly weaving in and out of people and avoiding collisions with bikers. If she wasn't so focused on buying a new clock, she would have noticed that two men were following her.
She turned into an empty alley, stopping to look at the desolate way. She concluded that she had two choices: A-She could chance it, go into the alley, met some crazy man, get possibly raped or killed and pay for more therapy for the rest of her life. Or B-She could completely avoid the alley and take the long way to the electronics store, which would take twenty minutes or so, and waste her time.
Shifting her weight on her feet, she said to herself, "Hell, what are the chances of meeting some crazy person in a dark alley?"
She entered the alley, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, she let her fingers skim the damp walls. She gingerly stepped over the dirty discarded trash and tried her best not to gag on the smell. There was no sound except for the clacking of her heels on the concrete and some other footsteps. No big deal. Wait... other footsteps?
"Wait a sec-" she said as she spun on her heel and clenched her hands on her purse. All she saw was a darkness and an odd red color. She furrowed her brow and peered at the red, "what is that-"
She didn't finish her sentence as she felt a sharp jab in her neck. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she swayed on her feet, the tight grasp of two large hands were on her waist and she heard a man gruffly yell, "Why the hell did you do that!"
Then all was black.
How do you like that? Bwahaha, I'm pure evil, no!?! Anyways lemme just explain a little, I use to be known as GaarasHD/Soothing Nightmares till someone hacked my account, changed my password and deleted all my stories. So I am looking for the original documents to my other stories: Love in the Midst of Death, The Blooming Wolffia, Black Lace on Sweat, and Cinderella. Yeah, it sucks but no harm done I just don't want any messages/reviews saying that I ripped off GaarasHD, for I am GaarasHD and that would make me one mad little obsessy! XP
This story is going to have religion in it and I don't care what religion everyone is and I don't care about the views. So please no comments like How can you believe in God? or you totally screwed up blah blah blah...
Like I said on my profile, religion will only be small in this part of the story, you will see!
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