Hey guys! I know maybe some of you have read my story, 'Tomorrow's Wasteland' and I know I haven't uploaded in a long time (please don't kill me!) and sorry about that. Just having a case of writer's block. This story is going to be somewhat like 'Tomorrow's Wasteland' minus the cannibals and the saiyans. Anyways! Onto the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does.
Moving on once again-
I ran as fast as I fucking could through the endless wheat field, turning to look back every now and then. It seemed that every time I looked back, the men in the white cloaks were closer than the last time. My heart feels like it's going to explode any minute now; I am very exhausted. I trip and fall over a rock but I get up quickly and continue running towards the forest; my only salvation. The sky looks as if a storm is coming, dark grey clouds along with the rumble of thunder is heard. I reach the outskirts, jumping slightly in fright as I see more cloaked figures standing next to the trees. Broken branches tear at my black cloak, gripping the material and clawing at my skin, but I keep moving forward. I reach the end of the forest and I see an abandoned van. I lean on it and try to catch my breath, looking ahead of me. I wince with every breath I take; earlier, I had been attacked and wounded by the same people. I hear a twig snap and I look up, my heart sinking; they had caught up to me. Suddenly, I fall back as the the door to the van suddenly opens and a pair of arms seize me. I scream and fight but it is no use. The white cloaks approach and help whoever is behind me. They tie my arms and bound my feet with rope. I am thrown into the floor of the van, where a cloaked figure holds a bat. I hear someone speak to me, but I can't tell what they are saying. My blue eyes are focused on the figure in front of me. Seconds later, they swing their bat and everything goes black...
I jolt up as I wake up. My heart is still beating and it feels like I've ran a mile. The sun is shining brightly and I shield my eyes slightly. I sit on the edge of my bed, pondering. What does that dream mean? What is it trying to tell me? This is the fifth time I've had the same dream in the past month or so. I sit there for a while before putting on a white shirt and a pair of faded jeans. I make my way to the kitchen where my mother is making breakfast. She looks at me and smiles.
"Good morning Grimmy! Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah I did." I replied lying; I didn't want my mother to find out about my dream. I was about to sit down when my mother walked over to me and handed me a ten dollar bill. I looked up at her confused.
"I want you to go over to the next town and stop by Mable's to get me some flour and eggs."
"Sure, I'll go." I got up and slipped on a pair of black tennis shoes. I walked outside and made my way to the shed and got out my bike. I rode down the dirt road that led to the town. See, I live in the country where the long grass grows and the fields seem endless. I stop suddenly as I remembered the wheat field in my dream. The image is there, never to be erased. I shake my head and make my way to Mable's. Mable is an old woman who runs the business; she reminds me of a very kind grandmother. Not only is it a small store, but a local diner as well. As I made my way to town, I noticed that the farther I went, the less birds were heard. Also, there were clouds in the distance. Dark, thick storm clouds loomed over the small town. Fearing that I might not make it before it rained, I pedaled faster towards my destination. I stopped suddenly as the heavy smell of smoke reached my nose. I stood there, unsure of what to do. Ever since I was a small child, my senses were unnaturally sharper than most kids my age. Now, at the age of sixteen, my senses had gotten way sharper since then.
I stood there, listening, hoping that the smoke was only grilling gone wrong or something. My heart sunk, as I heard a faint cry and gunshots from somewhere in the small town. I began to run, forgetting about my bike. As I neared the first homes, I noticed broken windows and bashed in doors. The thick, irony smell of blood lingered on the streets. I kept going forward, and rain started pouring down on the bloody street. My heart pounded with a mixture of fear and anxiety. There was something familiar about the scene in front of me and then it hit me. The dream! I thought, maybe this is what was going to happen. My foot crunches on broken glass and I stop to look around me. It's quiet, almost too quiet...
I break into a run as I hear the sudden sound of glass breaking around me, I turn around and I instantly feel my heart sink. Chasing me, were three figures in white. Just like in the dream I had! The adrenaline coursing through my veins made me push farther, gaining distance between me and my attackers. 'Shit, Shit, Shit, SHIT! If they catch me I'm a fucking dead man!' I kept running and eventually reached the small downtown and stopped when I didn't hear footsteps behind me. Surprisingly enough, the cloaked figures were gone and I walked quietly, my footsteps echoing throughout the deserted town. I reached Mable's only to find the large glass window shattered and smears of blood on the tiled floor.
My stomach lurched as I saw a body slumped over a stove that was still turned on. I heard the sound of pots and pans falling and saw a girl, around my age, sitting up. 'Funny, she has aquamarine hair. I wonder if it's natural like my blue hair?' I watched as her eyes widened and looked around her, seeing the burning body. Her eyes began to water and she frantically rubbed the tears away. She still hadn't noticed me and cautiously stood up, holding a large frying pan close to her. She made her way to the stove and turned it off. I decided to show myself and I walked towards her. The sound of glass crunched under my shoe and she looked up, fear in her eyes. She slightly calmed when she saw me and narrowed her eyes.
"Who are you and what do you want?" She asked quickly, her words laced with anger. I outstretched my hand in a polite manner.
"The name's Grimmjow." I replied nicely and I watched as she studied my hand. She looked back up and nodded to me, walking a couple steps away. Leaving me with my arm stretched out.
"Nel." She said flatly and I looked around and put my hands in my jean pockets and decided to ask her.
"Do you have any idea what happened here?" She looked away for a moment and I saw hurt cross over her features. She looked back at me and looked at me in the eyes.
"They've come. We have to leave before they come back and kill us like they did to everybody else." I cocked my head to the side, not quite understanding. 'They?' She let out a frustrated sigh and grabbed my arm.
"I'll explain on the way, but right now we have to get outta here!" She pleaded and I nodded my head in agreement. We ran out of the shop and made our way back to the outskirts of town, before finally slowing down to walk the rest of the way. The rain kept pouring and streaks of thunder bolted across the sky.
"The White Cloaks have started to put their plan into action."
"Their plan?" Now it all made sense. The White Cloaks were always being mentioned on the news. Most of the time they were just making stupid ass threats that no one really seemed to care about.
"They plan on taking over the entire country and kill those who don't join them." I stare at her, wide eyed. 'Damn...guess they weren't kidding.'
"How do you know that they're actually gonna do that?"
"My brother Starrk has been keeping tabs on them for a while now." She replied calmly before stopping to look at me.
"You should stay with us."
"W-what?" She nodded her head and looked back at the burning town.
"It's not safe here anymore. You should go with me to our base, I'm sure Starrk would like you."
"But what about my mother?"
"Bring her with you," She replied smiling, "my mom would like to have someone new to talk to!" We began walking towards my house and eventually broke into a run as the rain began to intensify. We reached the door and I flung it open.
"Mom!" I called out and ran to the kitchen where I saw her last. She stood up from her chair and looked at me in question.
"Honey what's wrong?" She looked from me to Nel and took note of my wet clothes and Nel's bloody shirt. "Oh my!" She made her way towards Nel. "Are you hurt!?" She asked. Nel looked hesitant before responding.
"It's not my blood." My mother looked at her and then back at me.
"We gotta leave right now mom."
"Grimmjow tell me what's going on right now." She said firmly and narrowed her eyes. Before I could say anything, Nel interrupted and began to tell her all about The White Cloaks. The whole time that Nel was talking, my mother watched flabbergasted and shocked.
"We have to go to the base where the resistance is located before they find this place and destroy it!"
"Just give me some time to pack some belongings."
Minutes later, we were piling into the somewhat new Volkswagen. Tires screeched as my mother pulled out of the dirt driveway, sending dust and what not in the air. We pretty much packed our clothes, old stuff, and some food to eat on the way.
"So where exactly is the base?" My mother asked as she sped along a dirt road. Nel looked out the front window before saying, "It's three towns over in the West." I blinked a couple of times before asking,
"Uh not to be rude or anything, but what are you doing all the way out here if you live a couple thousand miles away?" Nel got a far away look in her eyes and her hair cascaded down as she brought her knees up and hugged them.
"If you don't wanna talk about it, it's okay..." I said as she wiped her tears away and shook her head.
"N-no it's okay, I'm going to have to tell Starrk anyways. That man you saw on the stove?" She said to me and I nodded my head. She took a shaky deep breath and looked me in the eye, "That man was and is my father."
A/N: I know that Grimmjow is kind of OOC, but eventually he'll be the badass we all know and love. So yeah um, please review and tell me what you think so far! Thanks!