A/N if you already have read my one shot pain you can skip this and go to the next chapter . This is a story i came up with after i had already posted pain as a one shot so i decided to write it hope you enjoy

Disclamer I do not own bleach

Prologue: Pain

Pain, immense pain that's all she felt as she fell into the darkness. She fell for what seemed like an eternity. She reached out her hand calling to someone. Why? Why do they look so remorseful? Why? Why do they refuse to help? Fear turns to anger and bitterness. 'How could you betray me' her thoughts laced with menace that she doesn't understand.

She awoke with a powerful beastly scream. The pain she had felt was now a dull throb in her soul, the feeling of despair clouding her thoughts. She looked around at her grim surrounding, the dark dirty ally had become her grave and her body lay broken at her feet. No one had found her yet, no one was looking for her. Her despair increased along with the thoughts of betrayal that she could not comprehend her memories grew hazy and her thoughts blurred further. She was losing her mind.

Then it hit her, like a powerful blow to the gut, making breathing difficult. The 'hunger' immense, she didn't know what she was hungry for but she knew that she wanted it now and leaving her broken body behind she searched for something to ease this feeling.

She didn't know where she was going, she let her instincts lead the way as she prowled the streets like a predator. She stopped suddenly catching the scent of something delicious. Her mouth watered and she quickened her pace towards whatever is was that fueled her hunger.

What she saw though baffled her. It was a small boy sitting under a lit lamppost illuminating him in the darkness on the night. Her instincts told her to attack and devour, but what little rationality she had left questioned why. Just then the boy seemed to notice her presence and turned.

He stared wide eyed for a moment before he let out a one word scream "Monster". She grew enraged at the child and his ridiculous reaction she knew she was dead but that didn't make her a monster.

She reached towards the child and he took off running. His actions sparking her predator instinct once again and before she could think she was chasing after him, excitement running through her body.

She quickly caught up to the child and grabbed him in her hand, she stopped. Was her hand always this big? The boy struggled in her grip. In annoyance she tightened her hold putting a stop to his struggling.

She then looked at the building in front of her, the many windows acting as a mirror as she stared at herself in horror. What she saw was not herself but a monster as the boy had said.

She looked at her face and saw it was completely covered in a white bone mask with what looked like crimson petals flowing across it. Large teeth twisted into a freighting frown and she had small slits where her eyes were supposed to be. She was three times as big as she had been in her old body and her skin had turned ash grey. Claws tipped each of her fingers and toes and a long lizard-like tail swung mindlessly back and forth. In confusion and disbelief she backed away from her own reflection.

"Hey, ugly. Leave that child alone and come and get me instead." The Hollow heard a voice behind her and turned. She saw an orange-haired teen dressed in black glaring at her, a sword as long as he was tall rested on his shoulder held in his right hand.

She felt the urge to eat him, her hunger rising up again as he was giving off a tastier smell than the small boy. The teen disappeared before she could react and slashed her arm, causing her to roar out in pain and drop the soul she was still holding onto. He effortlessly caught the child and backed away. He placed the boy down before turning to face her. She still griped her bleeding arm, staring at it dazedly.

She could still bleed? For some reason this made her… Well, the closest thing she could think of was happy. Odd that the feeling of physical pain brought her this emotion. It seemed to dull the despair and hunger she felt. A part of her, though, wanted nothing more than to fight him and consume his... soul? Again, she was confused as to why. She was truly a monster trapped in a nightmare that she just wanted to end.

She took a step closer to him. 'He could make it end', she thought, but she didn't know why. She just wanted this feeling of despair and the awful hunger cravings to disappear. She didn't want to be a monster; she didn't want to hurt anyone. The teen disappeared from her sight only to reappear behind her his sword at her neck.

"Kill me," she whispered. "Take it all away." She felt the cold steel of the blade resting upon her neck and waited for it to end.