The first image she saw in her inaugural steps of freedom was bright white. So foreign was the sight that it actually forced her to take a step back. At first she was afraid for it was not what she knew but somehow Senna found the courage to press forward. Slowly she opened her eyes and the wonders of the world were opened to her.
Her foot touched grass for the first time, the soft pliancy of the soil creating a supple cushion. Being in the hard cold rocks for so long, she had forgotten comfort and Senna reveled in the small luxury. She trailed down the mountainside, looking in marvelous wonder at the gleaming blue sky and the bountiful amounts of life, inhabiting all around. Senna didn't know how long she wandered the woods but darkness was starting to set in, the animals becoming less and less. Strangely, she felt calm about this change almost as if she was returning to familiar territory. The bright white was marveling and strange but not entirely comfortable. Darkness was comfortable. And so in that darkness, Senna was able to rest.
Keigo raced through the forest, with a fierce determination and firm pace.
Flashback
"Keigo Amasuke."
The Captain Commander's voice boomed in the small room, resonating from every corner. Keigo straightened.
"Yessir!"
"I am entrusting you with this mission. It must be carried out with the utmost discretion. The target is highly dangerous and unstable and WILL kill you on sight. Please move with caution."
"Yessir"
"My god..." Keigo looked around. "What happened?"
The forest was dark with soot, no signs of life anywhere except for the few trees that had been able to survive. Small flickering flames licked the ground, the only color besides the black that covered the ground. As he scanned the horizon, his eyes spotted a dark figure, unmoving on the ground. Keigo burst into motion. A survivor?!
He raced towards her, relief pumping through his veins. A hundred feet. Nintey feet. Eighty feet. Sixty feet. Fourty feet. Twenty feet. Ten…As if hit by a wall, Keigo stopped still in his tracks. The heat emanating from the girl was unlike anything he had ever experience before. Dead burned life surrounded her, fire flowing around her like a blanket. Slowly, horror set in. What is she?
Senna awoke to the sound of birds chirping and the whistling of the winds. How could I have forgotten this? Ah….how nostalgic. She stared at the sky, lost in thought for hours when she noticed a lack of sound. The silence broke her out of her daze. Everything was still. Too still. Something was wrong. She tried using her hands to get up, only to find them bound tied. Rage filled her, engulfing her sight with red. Her wrists, raw and chafed, only caused further pain, and soon her energy was gone. The chains were hot, sucking the reiatsu out of her body, making her weak and helpless. Senna hated being helpless, and being forcibly made so right after her moments of freedom only made her hate Shinigamis even more. Senna screamed in fury, hot fire rolling off her in waves of heat. The sound split the cold air. She lunged forward, her only thoughts consumed with revenge. A sudden movement broke her concentration. A hard chop fell on her neck. Blackness filled her.
No…..