A/N: Ok. New Story! Tell me what yall think! It is un-beta'd and I am typing it at school. It is awfully short but this is just the Prologue. The prologue also takes place waaaay in the future. Mkay try not ta get confused when I post the first chappy. Merry reading! J
Summary: Ichigo; on the run after being accused of witch craft. Who can he trust? Not many. Modern-day (Despite how it sounds). A.U. ShiroIchi. T.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Don't Take Me: Prologue
I can't scream. I feel it, it burns. Searing pain, melting my flesh away, heating my muscles. Oh yea I can feel it, but the screams aren't there. My mouth opens. A silent scream, but it's still nothing. It hurts, agonizingly so, but if you weren't me, you couldn't tell.
I can't feel my feet, my ankles, there's no pain anymore. It's at my knees, dancing at my thighs, my entire bottom half going numb. Still no screams, yet I am no longer silent. Laughter. Sweet, sweet laughter. Manic, loud laughter as it continues its graceful dance up my body.
Numbness that is all I can feel. Or that I can't feel. It no longer burns, no longer hurts. The searing pain a distant memory as it slowly reaches my neck. I'm dying. My stomach won't last long. My intestines are burning. I can feel my skin melting away. No pain just numbness, its dance somehow hypnotizing, calming. Slow... It's at the muscle. Almost there, the laughter long since dead, the blood clogging my airway. One last desperate sentence…
"Fuck You!"
A/N: One page on Microsoft Word… I'm sorry! It's just the prologue! 1st chapter coming soon! (When I was previewing it I noticed the paragraphs were not indenting. Help!)