Anathema- "someone/something intensely loathed/hated" "exiled/denounced from the church" "something especially evil"

Warning: This isn't going to be a very pretty and happy fic, after all the tag is horror. So if you aren't able to stomach detailed descriptions of blood and gore please turn away from this now. This is going to be multiple chapters, leading up to the big event that's going to happen involving the main amount of gore.

So hopefully you're going to enjoy this fic and the twist taken on the Bleach verse.

A vile taste is there, invading his mouth into his very being. Feels like it's reaching deep down into his belly as his entire body aches, protests, tries to expel the disgusting taste but only succeeds in somehow drawing in more.

His body isn't even breathing now, terror arching through his waking mind as he struggles to take in a breath but more of the vileness sinks into him in a way he had never known was possible. Limbs responded only partially to him, kicking in futile efforts against the grip of whatever surrounded and pressed on him from all around.

And as he opens his eyes he sees nothing but complete blackness, as invasive as everything else he senses and suffocating him in a way this vileness can't. Terror starts to sink in as his mind fully wakes to whatever hell he might have come to, what he might have done to deserve this.

Limbs slowly returned to his control, though they continued to flail uselessly in- in- was this liquid? Straining his eyes to see through this all-encompassing blackness, he moves a hand so close to his face that he actually scrapes his cheek with his nails. The surprise has him gasping and gagging on the taste.

It was liquid, some kind of liquid he couldn't understand because how could he breathe in liquid? How could he still be alive when there was so much liquid around him- so much everywhere that it was just all in his stomach and surely it was filling his lungs and…

The chilling fear is what gets him moving, his mind panicking around this impossibility and driving him to flail in the liquid until he's oriented in a direction he hopes is right-side up because if it isn't this is going to fail and-

He doesn't even think as he braces his legs on whatever solid ground is under his feet now and he pushes, pushes with as much strength as he can manage and oh god he can feel himself moving through this blackness. Isn't sure what direction he's going or if he's going the right way at all but he throws out his arms and kicks his feet, struggling to get to what he hopes, hopes, hopes is the surface because if it isn't then he's going to drown despite the fact he should have already but that isn't important because…

Because there's light filtering in his eyes, light from the moon shining down on him through the liquid. And it's like a blessing he didn't believe he was ever going to get and then he's breaking through the surface of the liquid and he's coughing out everything that's gathered into his body, hurling up all the vileness that's from he doesn't know how long.

Body spasming and throat burning, he looks blearily through tear-stained eyes to see where he is. Disgust wells up within him as his hurl floats past him down whatever current is running through this and a hand is splashing it away before he can even think about it.

His senses slowly get back under control and the tears have managed to fade back into his eyes which is good because he knows that he'd never be able to wipe them off when he's already soaking wet and he'd only have made it worse if he'd tried.

Dry eyes flicker around uncertainly, trying to remember just where he is as he bobs on the surface of the water. River. This was a river, and it was the middle of the night if the moon was anything to go by. A riverbank too, one that seemed familiar to him, and something that he should remember, he thinks. Because something important happened on that bank, something that he knows he remembers but is pushing at his mind to not think about and then-

He's rushing across the bank and screaming something at the top of his lungs, rushing towards someone who is standing far too close to the river and not realizing they were in danger.

His mother is screaming at him from behind him, trying to call him back, to turn around and come back to her because it's not safe but he's not listening to her.

Something is moving on the river, rushing towards him with sounds that set his body to ice because there's no way that belongs to a human, it doesn't even sound like an animal but some kind of monster out of the books that father sometimes reads when mother is asleep.

A monster that wants to eat him.

There's breath on his face and an intense putrid smell that's like something long set out to rot in a desert which is funny because he's sure that there's nothing rotting or a desert here and then he realizes that he's in the air and it feels like his middle is being crushed tightly in something's grasp.

Blood spews from his mouth as agony sets him ablaze in a way he didn't know was possible before, intense and sharp and spreading everywhere from where his middle should be and he looks down to see it and his middle is bent inward like the men on the TV show father watches sometimes when they've been crushed by a car.

Impossible, completely impossible and his mind can't understand it because there's nothing there and he's floating in the air and what is going on is this some nightmare where in the world is he and he can still hear his mother screaming and a voice that sounds almost exactly like his own is screaming but that's funny because he knows he's screaming as well and it's such a shock to suddenly realize he's screaming- and why is the entire world going so blurry.

And then the world blurs further as he feels himself flying through the air and the chill of the water envelops him. Vision is blurring out now and he can feel himself sinking into the river, deeper and deeper and trying to scream the whole time even as the water pours into him and chokes him, filling him despite his silent cries for it to stop.

Body won't respond to him and he thinks he's crying but he can't tell in this crushing abyss, feels his fingers and legs faintly twitching even as his mind is blacking out and his thoughts become spotty and everything just goes straight into…

He's sinking again as his body seizes from the memory of drowning. Horrified understanding spikes through him, feeding fear.

He's dead. And the thought hits him with the force of a sucker punch and his lungs ache and pull in unneeded air to let out a sharp scream that rends the night and hurts his ears that haven't heard anything in who knows how long now.

Screaming for longer than he can even count in his shattered mind, until there's nothing left but a whispering attempt at a scream that feels like it's stuck on some kind of repeat and it's never going to go away.

Still making that noise even as his body fights its way onto the riverbank and he's crawling out of the water that doesn't even feel cold now that's he's dead. He doesn't get very far before his body gives out and he simply lies down on the wet ground because he can't get up the strength to move.

It sounds like there's some kind of dog whimpering near him and he raises his head so that drained eyes can strain through the darkness under the moon to seek out the source. Takes far longer than he wishes to realize that the noise is coming from him. Still can't stop it.

He thinks that maybe he doesn't even want the noise to go away, because it's something he can cling to that makes him think that he isn't actually dead because dead people can't make noises and he can so he must have simply been knocked out and that means he's alright.

Though he may be young enough to believe that, deep in his heart he knows that it isn't true. That even if he was at his luckiest he couldn't have survived being underwater for that long. Tears are pricking at his eyes again and he's sure if he doesn't get it under control it's going to become worse.

That sound isn't being made anymore but what's coming out instead is some horrible stuttering babble.

"M-maaaa…. Thaaaa…. Maa…. Maaa… haaar…."

Not even sure what he's trying to say anymore, he simply lies there and lets his weak and whispery voice run until even that's gone and everything's once more silent because he can't push anything else out of his mouth. Isn't sure he could even to shout for help.

Everything felt so out of place in this world that had no meaning to him, where everything felt like shattered pieces of glass slowly coming back together and gluing itself in a way he's sure will simply break again later.

But there's no more strength left in him to try to help the pieces, and so he lets them piece together however they want.

He knows that he had a mother, and a father, and two twin sisters. Knows that his mother, he, and someone else had been going out for a walk on the riverbank like they always did, except this time it was late at night because someone had wanted to go out and see the bright full moon because it had been claimed that the moon would be red tonight. It hadn't been and that had made someone very disappointed, but mother had simply smiled and petted both of their heads to appease them and said they'd see a red moon sometime and it would be worth it.

Where mother and that someone else was now he didn't know. He wonders tiredly if they know that he's not with them now, if they're concerned about where he is or if they've tried to find him. No police are lining the riverbank, and he has to wonder. Policemen always said if someone went missing they would search for hours and days and not give up.

Had something happened that he didn't know about? How much time had passed since he had first fallen into the river?

Exhaustion was tearing into him with soft, gentle claws and he knows that if he gives up he may never wake up again but it was just so hard to stay awake… He has to… has to stay awake but…

If you find any mistakes with this chapter or have some comments to make on it to improve it I'm all for hearing it in a review or a PM even. I don't want to have someone just hatefully rant at the story or what I'm doing with it though, that's just rude and nonconstructive.

I'm already working on the second chapter, hopefully I'll have it out by tomorrow.