Hiya um… this is the second chapter… nothing much else to say is there…

I do not own Bleach in any way (though I do wish I had some of the volumes…)

*** 5 years later***

"Happy birthday Charlie!" my mom chirped, waking me from my peaceful sleep.

"Thanks mom," I mumbled, half-asleep.

"How about you take today off from school and we go to an amusement park or something?" she offered, smiling. I looked at her, surprised. She never liked me skipping school.

"Sorry mom, I have a huge test today. Can't miss it." I said, only half lying. I couldn't miss school today, but it wasn't because of a test.

"Oh you're such a bore," she joked, but I caught a gleam in her eye. Sadness? Excitement? "Well then, you should get ready for school." She left my room.

I got up and took a quick shower, letting the cool water wake me up fully. When I finished I quickly dressed and went downstairs to eat breakfast. While eating, I rifled through my notebook, pretending to study, but really looking over the pictures and information I had been able to gather about those monsters.

"Last chance Charlie," Mom chimed from the kitchen.

"No mom," I hummed, "someone has to be responsible in this house." I was still looking through the notebook which, I noticed, was mostly filled with doodles instead of actual information.

"Fine, but Mr. responsible is going to be late if he doesn't leave soon." I looked at my watch. Crap. I quickly gathered my stuff and ran out the door, yelling a quick good bye to my mom. I got to the bus stop just in time to see it already a block ahead of me. It would take a miracle for me to catch up.

I ran as fast as I could, feeling the adrenaline flow through my veins, pushing me harder. It felt as if I was going pretty fast, but as I had predicted it would prove impossible for me to catch up to the bus. I kept running, hoping that I would at least make it to school on time.

As my muscles began to tire from the running, I felt a strange feeling, not unlike the feeling when someone is following you. I slowed down and turned, just to chase away my fears. I gasped when I saw what was behind me, and almost blacked out (I refuse to admit that I would ever faint.) when the creature screeched. Out of primal instinct, I ran for dear life. I ran faster than ever, trying to escape the creatures hunger and the onslaught of memories from that day.

I couldn't understand why the creature was attacking. Ever since that day, I saw more of the creature than ever but they wouldn't ever attack me. They would just stand there and stare at me with their cold, unblinking eyes. Why is this one different? It took me awhile to snap out of my thoughts and notice that I was still running towards the school. I panicked thinking of the disastrous possibilities of this thing rampaging around a school. It wasn't as if the creature would stop after eating me.

I turned down the street, hoping to keep the creature away from any big groups of people and outrun it through the narrow alleyways. I could see it was a mistake when the creature used the buildings to jump in front of me. I stared at the creature, paralyzed in fear. Its evil green skin was pulsing with evil and its mask, made of bone, only contained dark black holes for eyes.

I heard my ribs crack when it punched me; making me fly back out of the alley (Its fist was almost as big as my torso). I thought of running but my anger was quickly taking over my fear. I ran up to it with an incredible speed and punched it with all my might, making a small crack just about the eye. The monstrous thing cried out in pain (It might've been annoyance) as it backed off a few inches. Where did that come from?

I stared at my hand in disbelief. I noticed there was a thin veil of blue surrounding it. Could this have been what caused the surge in my strength? My memory flashed to the blue light that had almost blinded me (which is actually why I wear contacts) 5 years ago.

I felt myself crash into the building wall, creating a small crater; a result of being sideswiped by a monster twice your size. I fell to the ground, gasping for air. I looked up and saw the creatures arm raised, posed to crush me to a pulp. I caught a gleam of light from the corner of my eye and saw a blade swipe down, cutting the creatures hand off.

"You did pretty well at fending off a hollow this strong kid," a familiar boy, dressed in jeans and a black shirt, said. The two others from his group appeared with him.

"Hey! It's you kid!" the guy with the vibrant black (almost blue) hair said, recognizing me. I remembered him well. "You're the boy whose reishi went crazy when I touched your hand"

"Yea and you're the kids who just left me alone after that creature attacked me." I said, finding it troublesome to speak.

"You should probably stop running from hollows kid." He said, avoiding the accusation.

"It attacked me before I started running." I muttered bitterly. The hollow, as they referred to it, cried as the boy in a strange black and white sort of suit cut it in half. "What are you guys?" I asked, not expecting an answer.

"Desmond Ishida, Quincy." The blue-haired boy said.

"Alan Tunistion, Arrancar Numero Diez."

"Jack Inosen, Vizard."

So how was that?

Please Review and just like the last chapter said, constructive criticism only please. Also if there's anything you don't understand or think I got wrong please write it in a comment and I'll try to fix it.