Author's Note: Please keep calm and stop panicking, considering that I am very much alive at this very moment. Being a college student is bound to make me busier than normal, so do understand my plight.
Disclaimer: I am merely a fellow obsessed fan – nothing more. And drawing isn't exactly my forte either. Tite Kubo-sensei is awesome for creating Bleach though.
Prologue: Remembrance of a Nightmare
~ I am afraid of the inevitable. Just because there is nothing we can actually do to prevent them from happening. ~
:Shi Hikari:
Beyond the darkest void that lies ahead, nothing can be seen and nothing can be done…
"O-kaa-san… O-tou-san… D-Doko?"
A small child, with short brown-black hair and a bloody, pink in white-flowered pattern pyjamas, limped down the darkening hallway that seemed to be quite large for someone whom has just turned 6 years old in age recently.
Leaning her uninjured shoulder on the wooden wall with a visible grimace on her face, the child tried to put less force onto her wounded leg where a long, deep gash could clearly be seen across her right thigh – blood continuously seeping through her clothes.
It took almost her entire willpower to actually stand properly upright at that very moment. Fatigue slowly trying to gain control of her consciousness whereas the physical pain, the sensation of lethargic, and the evident blood loss were the condition she desperately tried to keep at bay.
The harsh truth of one reality hidden from hindsight, only to appear as the start of a nightmare...
"O-kaa-…?!"
Deep-green orbs widen in pure fear and abrupt surprise. Her face paling while her breath hitches through the loud thumping of her heartbeats, pounding continuously within the confines of her chest – echoing in her ears.
"N-No…"
The gruesome scene of a bloodied aftermath in front of her has forced the small child to be frozen on her feet at the entrance of the once-known living room. The painful wound inflicted upon her earlier instantly forgotten as her gaze fall upon the scene, unable to look away.
The entire wall across the living room has been splattered with blood; every last furniture has been completely destroyed and scattered all around her; scratched and scorched marks appeared on the flat surfaces of the wooden floor and walls; and most importantly – the pool of blood forming in the middle of the room where two figures piling onto one another could be seen lying face first on the floor, a woman and a man respectively... unresponsive and dead.
"W-Why?" A heartbroken voice resounded throughout the entire room. A single drop of tear flowed down her cheek and onto the floorboard.
The budding trust and belief slowly shattered, allowing the apparent guilt and sorrow to reign in control...
Her knees trembles and subsequently gave out, landing upon the cold, hard floor in a loud thumping sounds. Shakily, she got up once again and approached the corpses. Ignoring the increasing mind-numbing pain of her respective injuries, the child could only stare in fright at the blood tainting her palms and pooling beneath her tiny feet.
Her stomach churned in distaste as the thick, metallic scent lingering in the air and overwhelming the very atmosphere.
A foreboding sensation encased her fragile mind whilst a malicious rummaging sound reverberated throughout the room. Her breath momentarily came to a sudden halt when she saw a dark silhouette moving in between the piling form of her two most precious people.
When the noises stopped, the feeling of unease instantaneously crept upon her. Wanting to move away and escape, her feet seemed to be as heavy as lead; contradicting the mixed-up screams of order that has been unconsciously made within her rational mind.
Instinctively leaning away from the darkness that surround her, the small child desperately trying to ignore the bloodied aftermath in front of her, wishing in futile that everything was merely a horrible dream which her overreacting mind has seemingly conjured up out of the blue – nothing more.
Bit by bit, the tears started to form and flow down along her cheeks like a broken dam, unable to stop and make them listen to her subtle yet weak demand.
The purpose for her to continue living disappeared into thin air, the reason for her existence remained as an unsolved puzzle...
A pair of bloody, red-ringed eyes surrounded by black sclera abruptly fell upon the small child form – malice and sadistic humour seemed to fuel its unusual thirsts for gore and painful suffering from others.
Adrenaline and pure fear running through her vein at the sight of the unknown and frightening creature, only proceeding to turn around and prepare in getting away from the inevitable bloodied massacre of her remaining family; a silent scream escaping her lips.
However, her attempt was very much in vain as it was completely foiled when an abnormally pale-white hand shot out from in-between of her parents' piled corpses and stretched forward in unimaginable high-speed towards her direction.
SHRICK!
…straight through her chest and beating heart.
The night realm was silence,
The dark-grey clouds departed,
The crimson moon appeared,
Its light illuminates the sleeping town of Karakura,
A foreboding, malicious omen that foretold the connection which will be made,
Linking the chosen individuals together,
In order to unlock and reveal the hidden truth underneath the creation of the Black Illusion,
Who is the Catalyst?
Who is the real Mastermind?
What is the Revelation?
Everything begins with the Remembrance of a Nightmare.
Author's Note: It is a good read, yeah. Any comments or feedbacks are highly appreciated. Another "OC Submission Form" is going to be posted sometime in the future, hence your patience are quite needed. If you are interested, then please feel free to PM me or utilize the review box for further submission.
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