This is my first story *claps*

So exciting, but um please excuse my grammar/ spelling, honestly I'm just not even sure anymore, but that's why google is going to be my good old friend for a while. Long story short I have creative writing class this year, and I had to write a short story, so I just was thinking about my favorite characters and new favorite pump up music ( Asking Alexandria- A lesson never learned ( Cellweller remix), and tied it into my journalist class I had last year. As you can tell I love writing haha. Though honestly I'm not sure how good I am, so please comment :D

Enjoy

Shivering inwardly, regret started to numb his mind and the adrenaline pumping through his veins shook him to the bones, all the while pain seemed to cut through his very being. Tugging at the ginger roots of his hair, he hissed and let out a string of curses escape his lips. He could see doubles of everything, and his legs weren't doing him much service either as they were wobbling beneath him. When he found the sly fox of a man that had given him the alluring florescent liquid filled pills, he swore he would have him begging on hand and knees for forgiveness. The man said it was all a part of the 'deal', and it was meant to give him the ideal power; though it all depended on how he used that power, and the key to control is acceptance. But how the hell do you accept something that made his body feel as if its in a state of a melt down, or like a fever it scratches and eats at your very core. Scoffing he turned the corner, hoping to get away from the public eye. It's a Saturday night near the clubs, if anybody saw him god only knows what the outcome would be. And no doubt there were bored cops patrolling the streets looking for something to spark their night; he wasn't up to explaining he willingly took this damned pill because it was 'part of the deal', and not knowing what it actually was to anyone.

He turned into an empty alleyway with only a single dim street light, it opened to a small neighborhood he was not familiar with. Shrugging anything was better than nothing at this point, all he was concerned about at the moment was if he would be able to make it through the alley alive. Trailing his hands on the cold ridged brick wall to guide him over heaps of trash in the dark, also served its purpose of keeping him standing. The late winter air lingered between the brick walls heavily, the cold ghosting over his tall figure, kissing his exposed skin of his hands, neck to his ears. Nausea hung in his stomach like a stone, whatever that pill was made up of, it didn't leave anything in his body untouched.

With each step, his legs become more stiff, eyes focusing in and out, head throbbing, the frosty air piercing his lungs, and his heart beating so hard it threatened to break through his chest. In coherent words were chanted; he never believed in God, but now he was ready to try as he prayed.

A throaty groan could be heard, because he was in the final stage of breaking down, his legs buckled underneath him. He dropped to his knees with a bone crunching thud, and instinctively he ducked his head to spew vomit onto the frosted snowy ground.

A bitter dry chuckle was all that he could manage in his own body, because he had lost control of everything, feeling numb and trapped. It was beyond him on how long he has been in that position, it felt like years but it could have only been hours or minutes. But something caught his attention like a child eyeing candy in the store, as his gaze lifted to something red and enchanting at the end of the alleyway.

Honey brown eyes tried desperately to focus through his ginger fringed hair on the image not too far from him, squinting he could get a clear enough picture. At this point he was convinced he had completely lost his mind, and there was just no way for him to believe the situation he was in at the moment. The more he looked at the figure before him the more he appreciated it, even if it was just a mind trick. At the moment he liked to pretend it was real, because it was the only thing distracting him from his self destructing body.

A women. His eyes glowed at the image though he couldn't clearly see her features, he could see that she was like a China doll. Smooth milky skin like untouched snow, short wavy hair, all in contrast to her crimson strapless flowing dress. Her movements were that of a professional ballet dancer, swaying and spinning to this unheard music. She would kick the snow that once laid on the ground peacefully, but it now gave her a sparkling aura.

He sat there still on his knees watching her with lifeless eyes, but his actions did not match as to what was boiling inside of him. He wanted to watch her a bit longer, but his vision was blurring again, he wanted to reach out and grab her, to talk to her, to-.

It was like pulling the last sting to his sanity, as his body shook violently and more painful energy buzzed through his veins. An unpleasant scream escaped him; digging his nails into his knees and shuddering inwardly. Loud gasps of air filled the space between the bricked walls afterwards. Drifting his eyes lazily back to the woman in red, his eyes melted with an expression of disappointment and sadness. She was now stopped in her tracks to look down the once unnoticed alley, right at him. Desperately he tried to reach out to her, but his eyes rolled to the back of his head letting his tense muscles come to a rest, as he lays in the forever cold ground.

"How many, Szayelaporro." His asked patiently, only a tall silhouette could be seen looking out the windows that stretched from ceiling to the floor. The one named Szayelaporro had sensed someone lurking in the darkest corner of the room watching his every move; a fox he scoffed to himself.

Continuing to ignore the foxes presence he replied to the man of charge, "About five sir." The man respectively answered, his pink hair was at shoulder length and was about, if not taller and lankier than the man before him. The moon light gleamed off his glasses and an eerie smirk plastered upon his face. If not for the moonlight that shown through the windows, the man would have not been able to briefly see his commander in chief's signature fatherly smile. He knew he did a job well done.

The pink haired man, Szayelaporro, continued with a chuckle "Yes it seems that the humans are not the brightest of species, so gullible and fragile." He licked his lips at the thought of humans, "perfect science projects." He spoke more to himself at the last sentence.

The fox-like man interrupted Szayelaporro's sadistic thoughts as he emerged from the dark corner, and this only made him roll his eyes as the other spoke "Well now, I'm not in the mood to hear about yet another one of your experiments and then hurl again, please do save those stories for someone with the stomach." He smiled sweetly, his tone practically dared the pink haired freak to continue and was more or less giving an order not asking. This was about the time that Szayelaporro felt threatened and left the room like one of an actor leaving the stage dramatically.

"Gin," said the one by the window, hinting in a warning tone.

OH how embarrassing. Well I hope you enjoyed a little taste of it, remember this is only a prologue so its going to be short. But I will say prepare because I may or may not have some longer chapters. Lastly I hope everyone had wonderful holidays and a happy new year :D