The blade thrust into my flesh, ripping through my skin. I could feel the tearing of my muscles under the sharp edge.
I had just thrown myself in front of my sister. She had transformed into a ghostly white being. She was wearing half of a mask, and she had a hole carved into the center of her chest. The blade cut clear through me, and I felt it pierce the skin of my back.
My breath escaped in a whirl as my lung was pierced, and I coughed. The cuts and slices of before were nothing. A deep, shattering cough that wrenched my insides and caused me to taste blood on my lips. I trembled as I fought the pain.
A look of complete shock crossed the young man's face. I saw him freeze mid-strike. It was too late. The sword pulled roughly from my chest, and I collapsed, unable to hold myself up any longer.
I felt my sister's presence dissipate. I felt her pressure completely dissolve, leaving me completely alone. The sword I impeded had impaled me but it had still fatally pierced her.
He fell to his knees, turned me over and lifted my head from the ground. The sword dropped with a clatter, but it sounded much farther away.
His gaze pierced my own eyes, as if searching for something. Through heavy-lidded eyes, I noticed how beautiful his brown eyes were. They were striking but soothing. I could see hints of other colors within them, giving them a strange depth that made them seem like they were flashing.
I could still taste the iron of my blood on my lips. It oozed down my chin and I felt it seeping from my wound. I had never been cut like this before, and I was drained by the sharp, throbbing pain that manifested itself.
I coughed, the blood catching in my throat. I could barely breathe, and the young man lifted me gently into a sitting position. I coughed hard, showering the ground and him with blood. He ignored the blood, instead looking again at me. He fingered my neck gently, feeling my now weakening pulse.
He stood, pulling me with him. In one hand, he held me; in the other, he lifted his sword. He gazed at me with those beautiful eyes again, hesitating. He held me firmly, and I could not feel the ground. He looked at me with a look that implored forgiveness.
He pointed his sword at my chest, and realization dawned on me. I made no move, in fact, in my mind I willed him to end it quickly. My numerous wounds ached with a sharp pain, preventing me from losing consciousness.
He looked again at me with a face full of regret. I softened my expression, hoping he would understand I held him at no fault. His eyes steeled.
I felt the blade pierce cleanly through my heart.
+Author Notes+
I can only make my writing better through your help. Any review is appreciated and constructive criticism a much loved pleasure. If you don't mind a reply back, add that to your review, otherwise, I won't bother you. I don't mind flaming, I'll take it as a suggestion to get better, heh.
Meanwhile, I'm working on the rest of this. Yes, this is the beginning of a small OC fanfiction. Believe it or not, this is a type of cliffhanger. / You can take it as the end, or you can read my next chapter, which I am currently working on. The next chapter makes everything more clear, introduces my fan character and the male shinigami who stabbed her.
I'm attempting to publish some of the ideas I have for my character OC. I have a lot of different things I'm planning with her as well as my friend. If I start going Mary-sue, kick me. Please. That's just about my worst fear. But for the record, I favor her a lot, but I'm fine with dumping her in a pit of despair, making her powers weak, deporting her back to the US... And lastly, no, I'm not going to refuse to update due to lack of reviews. -sigh-