I was running. It was unbearably cold, so cold I was wondering how I could still run. I could feel it coming, rippling up my back and coursing through my veins. I couldn't do it. The chain was too short. I wasn't going to make it. As I felt the cold grip my body, I fell to the ground, a cluster of spasming limbs. As the last pieces of this dear chain fell away, I felt my consciousness slip, replaced by something sinister, evil. My face began to melt away, along with it my control, myself. I was becoming a hollow.
I tried to get to my feet, but I was slammed to the ground by my own being. My vision was tunneling. I would never see this world the same way again. I knew I'd kill my family first. A thought that sent adrenalin through my morphing veins. I wouldn't let it happen. I would fight it. I was better than this. But turns out, there's no going back. Once you're a monster, you stay one.
It was done. I stood up, in my new enormous form. It was disgusting. I was like any other hollow. I mask of bone upon my face and course skin along my back. But what was weird is that I felt disgust in myself. Hollows don't have opinions. Then again, I could control my actions and have conscious thought. What was wrong with me? I didn't want to eat anyone's soul or eat anything. And it felt strange. Maybe I was special.
With my new-found ability, I decided to strive to be the best, even if it was the wrong side. With my increased intellect, I knew of the Eronkars and how they had human bodies. Maybe if I got one of those, I could regain a normal life. I mulled around town, fascinated that no one could see me. I still felt like Ulquiorra Shiffer, senior at Karakura high-school. I still felt human. With a sliver of grief, I reminded myself that I was dead and would stay that way.
There was a cluster of Menos staggering around, and I knew that Menos had to take a portal from Weakomundo to the human world. So I stayed with them until they returned to their wretched grounds. It was strange, at first. The spiraling black trees all around me felt like they were closing in, crushing me with every step. But soon it felt like home. I punished myself for even beginning to think of this place as friendly, and regained my goal of Rising to the top. I began to kill.