Author's Note: I do not own Bleach, or any of the characters there in. I do however, own any and all of the original charcters.
This fanfiction is set 20 years after the Arrancar War.
With a thunderous crash and the shrieking sound of bending metal the car collided with the barrier, it was over in less than a second. Ben coughed as he opened his eyes. He tested his limbs tentatively; testing for injury. Everything seemed to be working, other than a slight tightness in his chest. He crawled out the car, careful not to cut himself on the remaining fragments of the windshield. He rolled awkwardly down the front of the car and stood up.
People were starting to crowd round, shouting and peering into the wreckage of the Fiat Punto. It was few minutes before he started to wonder why no one was coming over to see if he was alright. The ambulance had already arrived by then. The question was expelled from his mind as he saw his friend, Lii, being cut out of the car. He ran over as they were pushing him in the back of ambulance.
"Is he alright?" Ben voice wavered, fearing the answer.
"He's pretty far gone; we need to get him to a hospital, now!" Ben frowned, while the paramedic had answered the question, it had been directed at the driver, and it had sounded like a command. Ben forced in a breath and patted his pockets looking for his inhaler. He cursed under his breath; he must have left it at home. Thinking of home he patted his pockets again, this time looking for his mobile. Not there, in fact all his pockets were empty. He turned to go back to the car, to see if anything had fallen out during the crash. He climbed on to the bonnet of the car.
Ben fell backwards off the bonnet, landing painfully on his behind. His eyes open wide with shock, unable to take in what he'd seen in the car. Sitting in the passenger seat was a body, it's chest pierced by a piece of the steel barrier. Ben wretched. He had just looked directly into the cold, lifeless eyes of his own corpse.
Frantically he pulled at the zip of his jacket, almost tearing it off. There was no blood. The only sign that there was something odd about his "body", whatever it was he was occupying, was a metal cylinder that protruded from his chest. However it looked more natural than the mangled steel stuck in the corpse, like it was a part of his body. Hanging from the cylinder was a chain, the last link was broken.
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Ben walked the streets of Sunderland in a daze, not really noticing where his feet were carrying him. His head was full of half formed thoughts, but whenever he tried to follow their pattern they vanished, leaving his mind perfectly blank. He found that he couldn't remember much of anything from before the crash. He stumbled on the curb as he crossed a road, looking around to get his bearings. The area was familiar; he was close to friend's house. As he rounded the corner he saw the rubble where a house had once been. Staring at the ruins he remembered, about a year ago there had been a gas explosion, bringing the roof down, killing his friend and everyone else in the house.
An ear splitting noise echoed through the street, filling Ben with a cold fear, it sounded like a roar. The ground shook behind him as though something heavy had just landed on the ground. He fought every instinct to just run away, and forced his legs to turn around, facing the source of the noise.
The second thing he noticed about the creature was the mask, pure white, in the shape of a rabbit, albeit one twisted by an impossibly dark force. This was followed by the realisation it's body was easily the size of a house, it's balled fists larger than a garage door. The last thing he noticed was the same as the first, it's eyes. All black, but for a bright yellow iris, they spoke to him of a vicious, cold hunger that sent a chill to his very bones.
The mouth of the mask creaked open slowly, and Ben heard it taking a long laborious breath. It let out a terrifying scream, one that made Ben's knees feel weak; his mind was filled with it, pushing out even his own thoughts. As it died away the single most powerful thought he had ever experienced jumped into his mind, one that was more instinct that conscious thought. RUN!
The spell was broken, and before he knew it Ben was half way down the street. He could hear the monster; that was the only way he could think to classify it, making chase and gradually gaining speed. He stumbled on the curb. He lost his balance and found himself falling over. He raised his head in time to see it lunge for him. It was going to bite him clean in two.
The blade hit the teeth of the monster, holding it's jaw open, stopping it dead. The man standing between Ben and the thing was wearing tattered black robes. Slick back, dark grey hair reached down to the back of his neck. He pushed the monster back using only one hand. He pulled the sword in close. The under-hand swing cleaved the beast in two. Ben watched in awe as the creature dissolved into nothingness. Then his attention was drawn to his rescuer as a faint but noticeable deep red glow appeared around him for a fraction of a second.
"W-who are you?" The figure turned to face him. Ben's blood ran cold. The face was pale, almost as white as the purest snow. His eyes were deep red, and made him think of dried blood. Other than the red irises the eyes were completely black. The stranger's face was suddenly right in front of his own. Eye to eye, Ben found himself completely unable to think more than a few words at a time; this dread was on a whole different level to the paltry scare the creature had given him. The being inhaled deeply through his nose, Ben found it hard to believe he was sniffing him. He backed off a bit and chuckled to himself. His grip on the sword tightened. The hilt of the weapon hit Ben painfully on the forehead. Even as everything went white, he still couldn't drag himself away from the man eyes, darker than the spawn of Hell.
Author's Note: Well there it is, the first chapter, I hope you like it. Please read and review, let me know what you liked and where you thought I could improve.
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