Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Bleach or anything associated with it


Prologue

Sand whipped up against the window as gloved hands slowly and carefully poured a greeny-blue liquid into a tube. It oozed through the tube until it reached the very end where it started to drip into a jar which held a revolting yellow substance that wasn't really a liquid, but wasn't kept together enough to be classed as a solid. The colours mixed to produce a darker green colour with hints of blue in it. The hand reached across and picked up a thermometer and placed it into the mass in the jar and then recorded the temperature in a small notebook that had previously been on a neatly organised desk near the table in which the experiment was taking place.

The person walked over to the draws in a cupboard across the room and grabbed a small Bunsen burner and set it up next to the jar. Once the blue flame was the right height and temperature the gloves picked up the jar and placed it over the open flame so that the entire jar was exposed to the heat. The mass started to bubble and lose its solidity until it oozed in the jar. The flames licked up the jar charring the stainless glass and burning the newly formed liquid, turning it an ashen colour. After a few more minutes the flame was turned off and the bubbles in the liquid popped loudly in the silent room. The hands reached once more for the thermometer and the reading was satisfactory. The experiment was complete.

Just in time.

The doors to the lab opened grandly and a tall proud figure strode in, walking up to the glove wearing person.

"Is it finished?" The question was spoken softly and if it had been anyone else you would have thought that they wearing asking with a hint of mild curiosity and that it wouldn't matter if the answer had of been no. But this was not just anybody. When this man asked his softly spoken questions in his pleasant voice what he was really say was "Is it finished? Because if it's not heads will roll – your head to be specific." Thankfully it had just finished.

"Yes, it's ready but untested; it might not be safe and the subjects might die..." The other man had turned away and picked up the jar that was exuding a foul odour.

"I am aware of the risks and I have found that I really don't mind what happens to them to be completely honest. Thank you for the time you have put into this little... pet project of mine." And with that the man walked out, jar in hand, and away from the lab.

The remaining person let out the breath which he hadn't realised he'd been holding and turned back towards his desk. A smile grew on his face as he thought of the subjects. He had been working on this project for almost two years, perfecting the substance and he was pretty sure it was perfect. But even so, if it was even slightly wrong, as it had been in the past, the subjects could very well die, and he knew from past experiences that their deaths would not be pleasant, in fact they would be excruciatingly painful and drawn-out. His smile grew wider still. Whatever the end result he would be satisfied with it.