Helios: I wrote this after reading the most recent chapters of bleach. I hope you enjoy.
The Ocean Primeval
He sat on his bed, watching the shadows creep along the wall. In the floor below him, he could hear laughter and the sound of feet running across the house. It didn't interest him. He had lost interest in that a long time ago. He needed to escape the mundane. He searched around his room until he found it. Running his fingers across the skull insignia he slowly brought it up to his head. At the moment of contact he felt himself being pushed away from the physical and for a moment he felt at ease.
But it was only momentarily. The dullness began to eat into his mind. It wasn't just in his head, but in his soul as well.
The skyscrapers bright shining windows began to dim as the sky began to darken. The storm clouds slowly approached. The air feels humid and damp. The thing I hate most approaches.
He walked out the window and ran across the rooftops hoping for something to distract him from the night. As he reached a place devoid of buildings he noticed it was a full moon. And for a moment he remembered her. And the hope of seeing her rose in his chest and he smiled.
The storm clouds stopped in their tracks. For a second I am at ease. Perhaps it won't rain. But then I realize that my hope is hollow. The buildings are cracked and decrepit. False hope pierces the skies of my world. Even the brightest sun would not alleviate the condition of this soul. And now it just started to rain
But then he realized she won't be coming back. She had no reason to. The game was over, the war was won and his only reward was this town. A town which filled him with nothing but bad dreams. But there was an answer. He slowly brought his hand to his face. The rush of energy building made him smile. As he brought his hand down a moment of clarity, a moment of revelation.
The rain stopped? For an instant I think I am safe. But then I look down toward the streets and I am horrified. Water covers all the alleyways and avenues reflecting a blackened sky. Above and below I am surrounded by despair. And it is rising.
As the mask grows on his face his sight is the first to feel its effects. The souls of those around him flare up in all the hues imaginable. The flare of color is so bright it blinds him. But slowly, he adjusts. But he needs more. He can still feel his flesh as the wind brushes against him. The transformation is only halfway finished. He will fix that.
The buildings shrink as the waters rise. I cling to the highest buildings trying to delay the inevitable. I do not wish to drown in this pain and angst. I put on my hood. It is going to be a long night.
His skin is beginning to bleach as his fingernails corrode and darken. He feels his hair touch his shoulder and back. The mask fuses to his skin as the horns grow from the scalp. A pain takes hold of him. In his chest blood forms as it slowly opens up, leaving not but an empty space. He drifts out of consciousness and as the primal energy takes hold he lets out a roar, lost in pain and loneliness.
The skyscrapers are just small houses now. They are barely visible behind a world covered in a vast ocean. The rain has stopped but the hope isn't there anymore. If any were to grow, it would drown before it could become meaningful. I slowly drift to the bottom. I can feel him taking over, my own shape being replaced by his. As this happens I recall what he said about a king and his horse. Neither exist now. Just primal instinct, devoid of feeling and emotion. It is only temporary though. Daylight will come soon and dry out the ocean, but only for a moment. And as the ocean dries and the fake skyscrapers rise, I will regain my form, until the despair returns, until ocean primeval consumes me once more