Summary: A brand new some with a dark past. He should have just left, he shouldn't have inquired further. But he couldn't just leave without hearing what the dead boy had to say.

Happy Halloween All!

Anyways, since I've already posted 2, yes 2, Halloween fictions, I decided to start this little thing. It's quite different from Calling All Angels and I decided I'd premiere it tonight. I absolutely love the ideas I have for this, I just hope i can get them all out. So I figured, let's put it into several parts, similar to how I'm doing Amnesia.

Anyways, Grimmjow, I had a second thought to switch him with another character. But I like how I can use his ... stubbornness to my advantage.

Enjoy and tell me what ya think! I want to hear your thoughts!

Lament of the Broken

Part 1

I cast my ice blue eyes down to the clipboard with a small stack of papers on it. Slim pale fingers hand me a white ballpoint pen. Taking it with a grunt, I scribble my name across the dotted line on the bottom of each page. Her kind gray eyes never leave my moving hand, as her fingers tuck back a strand of long orange hair. A plain black skirt swirls around her knees, met by a thin blue shirt underneath a jacket. Handing the clipboard and pen back to her, I run my hand through my short, spiky, electric blue hair. "Enjoy the house Mr. Jaegerjaquez." She smiles, leaving me standing at the curb before my new house.

It's nothing special. A small two bedroom, two bath house. The exterior of gray house could use some new paint, and the black trim is already fading, but I had to buy it the second I set my eyes on it. The overgrown grass reaches up past my ankles as I stride up the pathway to the front door, a single suitcase in my hand. Glancing back to my navy pickup truck, I sigh, knowing I'll have to make a good three or four trips to get all my stuff inside. Thankfully, Orihime, my realtor, told me that all the furniture and appliances were left in the house.

Walking up the few steps leading up to the porch, I pull out the keys, which I had pocketed earlier. As I insert the key and twist it, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. Sparing a glance to my right, I see only a small metal table with two chairs sitting in front of a darkened window. Growling, I open the door with a slight shove, leaving it idling open as I step forward into the living room to the right. The walls are a paneled dark brown, matching the light brown hardwood floor, with no pictures adorning the walls. Setting my brown suitcase next to the couch, which has plastic laid over it, I move over to the window I had looked at from the outside. Pulling back the pale gossamer drapes, I let the sunshine of the afternoon filter into the room through the dirty glass. Flicking on the light-switch as I walk away from it, I bask in the light that springs into the room from the hanging lights.

Leaving it at that, I pick up my bag and venture further into the house. A kitchen sits to the left, across from the living room. From the kitchen's dark state, I can see that the floor is the same throughout this level of the house, except for in there, the walls are a light sea-foam green. On the other side of the living room, I can see a type of dining room with a shape idling in the corner of it, probably more furniture.

Continuing forward, I begin up the stairs, which can be seen from anyone in the door. As I get to the first platform, my procession is halted by the sound of the door slamming shut. Peering over the rail, I snort, passing it off for the air flow in the room. After the next two platforms, I'm at the second floor, which is darker than the lower level. Running my hand along the wall, I find a switch. Light explodes along the hallway from the various fixtures along it. A room is diagonal to me, while another is diagonal from that one, a bathroom at the end of the hall. Over my shoulder is a wall, apparently the closet is downstairs.

Moving forward, the heels of my boots pound against the wooden floor. Coming to the first door, I open it, seeing it practically barren. Pure white walls contrast with that of the deep brown of the floor, appearing almost as if it's new. The only things in there are; a large metal bed frame, a dusty dresser, and a nightstand next to the bed. Backing out of it, I shut the door and move to the next room, not caring about the scoff marks in from the the closed door. Twisting the knob, I let it swing open as I walk in. This room, is far more livelier compared to the other. A light shade of forest green decorates the walls, while plush ebony carpet lines the floor. The wooden dresser is so dark, it appears black, yet lighter compared to the flooring. Connected to said dresser, is an oval mirror, dust covering the thin glass. A medium sized table of the same tree sits against next to the window closer to the left, a single identical chair, with a green seat cover, rests in front of it. The window farther to the right casts dim rays of light onto the bed, a plastic sheet over deep green sheets and black comforter.

Discarding my bag by the dresser, I pull back the transparent gray curtains that shield the windows, as well as the closet. Nothing is left in that space, only a slim black jacket hanging from a wire hanger. Rolling up the sleeves of my white button-up shirt, I begin folding up the plastic that covers the bed. Setting it on the floor, I plop onto the edge of the bed, surprised by the perfect quality it's stayed in.

It's like this room is the one thing in this house that stands out from the rest. That it's in a whole world of its own, not to be bothered by that of the other areas of the house. I guess since I don't have money for a mattress.

Leaving the door open, I make my way back downstairs to get the rest of my things. As I make my way through the living room, I peel the plastic off of the black leather couches. Striding out the door, I prop it open a piece of wood from the porch, which I assume was the doorstop to begin with. Trekking to the bed of the truck, I glance over my shoulder, up to the second-story window. Seeing nothing, as I had expected, I brush it off and begin the task of hauling in my things.

Bad thing about a new city, no friends, family, or connections. If it weren't for this construction job, I wouldn't have moved all the way out of Hueco Mundo and to Seireitei. It's such a bustling city as it is, why do they need more buildings.

Thanks to the muscle I've built up from my job, carrying in the remaining suitcases, medium TV, and a box of miscellaneous things; such as trinkets, sheets, toiletries, and personal items. With the towels, I had bought, in the pristine, full tiled, white bathroom upstairs and downstairs, added to everything else being dropped off in that green room, I'm spent. Flopping onto the couch, I switch the TV on. The news trails on about crime and weather, and I find myself not caring. Picking myself up, I saunter into the kitchen, filling myself a glass of water and grabbing a bag of chips from the plastic bag I had thrown up onto the counter earlier. Leaning against the counter, I let my thoughts wander.

I defiantly have to go to the store tomorrow. I am not living off chips.

That's when it hits me. Letting the empty glass tumble into the sink and the chip-less bag float down onto the counter, I throw my gaze back through the door-less pane, staring at the TV. The blank screen tells me that it had been off, even though I know it was on.

Shrugging, I turn the kitchen light off and head for the stairs, flicking off another switch that controls the living room. My body begins the climb, weary of the technical and hassle filled day it had been through. A chill sails up along my spine as I pass the first room and into the second. Comfort fills my body as I open my suitcases and pull out a pair of sweats and a ratty, white t-shirt. Slinging them onto the bed, I make it a goal to put my clothes and stuff away tomorrow.

Shutting the door, I walk under the illumination from the hall lights, all the way to the bathroom. All of a sudden, I find myself darting inside and slamming the door shut. Pressing my back against the now closed door, I try to slow my heart rate, not sure why I did that.

Slamming my palm to my forehead, I curse at myself for being so stupid. That's defiantly not how I act. I'm the tough one, able to beat and overcome anything in my way. I must still be getting use to being in this place. From the outside it looked heavenly, I had no guarantee of the inside. I need to calm down.

Opening the cabinet above the sink, the mirror embedded in it shines with the light streaming from the ceiling, I pull out my toothbrush and toothpaste. Closing the door back, I begin brushing my teeth, bending down, because of my tall frame, to spit the foam out. Turning the water on, I gulp some into my mouth and proceed to swish it around. Spitting that out as well, I straighten, nearly jumping out of my skin like a cat that just got sprayed unexpectedly by water. Running my hand over my face, I slow my beating heart back down to normal.

I did not see anything. So, why am I freaking out? Well...it is Halloween. Maybe I just have the jitters, nah that can't be it. Must be nerves, because of the bills I gotta pay at the end of the month, yeah, that's it.

Slipping out of my clothes, I turn the hot water on and jump inside, closing the equally white, see-through, plastic curtain. Grabbing at the shampoo I had brought in earlier, I let the shower head pelt my back. Letting the water rinse out my hair, I just stand there, in complete relaxation. Until the water beings scalding me. Leaping out of reach, I hear the toilet flush. Letting the water normalize in temperature, I hurry up and get out, wrapping a towel around my waist after drying off.

I feel my feet rush me out and down the hall, eager to get back that room. Shutting the door, I resist the urge to lock it. Walking over to my clothes, I start putting them on as I scold myself. "I shouldn't be so paranoid, no reason to. I'm just making an idiot out of myself. I'm glad Yylfordt isn't here, he'd laugh until he's purple." Chuckling at that, I pull turn the lights off and make my way under the sheets. Staring up at the ceiling, I feel my eyes drift shut, the sound of the crickets lulling me to sleep.

Sitting up out of bed, I look up just in time to see the door slam shut. Quirking an eyebrow, I groan as I get, opening the door. Looking around the corner, I see alabaster feet kicking the floor as the person belonging to them is drug down the stairs.

Anger fills me at the thought of someone being in my house and then having someone with them, possibly hurting them.

A hard plunk meets each yelp as they make it down the stairs. Running to the stairwell, I stare down, to see those feet, sticking out from jeans, being hauled into the kitchen.

Just as I get to the last platform, I hear a blood curdling scream echo in my ears. Fear and fury bubble inside of me as I leap past the remaining steps, landing with a loud thud, yet graceful as a feline. My fingers curl around door frame as I skid around the corner and into the kitchen. I stop dead as my feet land in a slightly warm substance.

I follow the trail of dark liquid to that of the legs, which connect to a torso in a black shirt. Slender fingers are wrapped around the hilt of a butcher knife embedded in the stomach. Eyes wandering further, I see short, black tousled hair covering deep emerald, glassy from the blood loss. Tears leak from his eyes as another set of fingers press against his throat. Words try to form from the black top lip and bottom white lip, but no sound comes, only red.

A deep chuckle captures my attention and I swivel around, glaring into the darkness only to see deep brown eyes and bloodied hands.

"H-Help...m-me..." come the two words from those lips, that are now painted crimson.

Launching myself up into a sitting position, I cradle my head in my hands, letting my elbows rest on my raised knees. A thin layer of sweat coats my body, making my clothes stick to my skin. Regulating my breathing, I collapse back into the mattress, letting my gaze stare out the window and lock onto the full moon.

I've never been scared of the dark before...