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A/N: For this story, we want people to be confused. We wanted our readers to be thrown into chaos as the character Allison is. All these questions WILL be answered with future chapters. You, as a reader, are realizing things just as the OC Allison is. Right now, everything is a mess, the reader is being taken for one hell of a ride. As for Grimmjow, you'll find out soon enough! Sorry if it is a tad confusing now, but everything will clear up soon!
Ichigo's heart felt like it was hammering a mile a minute, thundering loudly in his chest and pounding in his ears.
Rukia.
That was the only thought he had. He had to get to her. Had to save her. A test subject…damn that Grimmjow! What the hell was wrong with these people?!
Without thinking, Ichigo wrenched open the front door and ran inside. Perhaps a part of him assumed that the others already swept through here and eliminated any threats, so his coast was clear.
Chained to a wall…chained to a wall. God, how was he suppose to find her in this place?
As Ichigo sprinted down yet another bare hallway, he felt his mind go crazy. All the horrible thoughts made his heart beat faster and his anxiety sky-rocket.
"Rukia!" He yelled for her, hoping to get an answer, but there was nothing but the sound of his footsteps. "Damnit! Rukia!" He called again, and this time, someone did answer.
"Who's there!" came the angry voice of a man up ahead of Ichigo. It looked like he pulled out some kind of weapon, but Ichigo had no time to fight. He had to save Rukia.
Ichigo pulled out his gun and aimed forward. "Sorry, but I'm in a hurry!" and he fired countless shots forward.
Izuru gasped as he heard the sound of gunfire. Who was that? He stopped and caused Ikkaku to grunt as the man almost bumped into him.
"What's your problem, Izuru?" Ikkaku demanded. Izuru was frozen for a moment before he turned and started to follow Gin and Ulquiorra.
"I heard gunshots," he answered in a dead tone. "I wonder if Ichigo and Renji got in okay." Izuru wondered. They've been following Gin and Ulquiorra for what seemed like hours now. Every corner, every turn, every footstep they made had to be silent. So far, they've been lucky enough not to encounter anybody, but they knew they shouldn't count their chickens before they hatch.
"I'm sure they're fine," Ikkaku said. He clutched his gun tightly. "If I know anything about Ichigo and Renji, they're a team. They can get through anything." Ikkaku turned and looked back to Yumichika. He was obviously in a world of pain and was lagging behind. This wasn't good. "You okay there, Yumichika?" he asked. The peacock looked up at him.
"Pain is such an ugly feeling, is it not?" he asked. Ikkaku rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about me. I'll manage," he said bravely. Ikkaku looked ahead again and proceeded on, but without the others knowing, he slowed his pace so Yumichikia wouldn't get left behind.
Rukia gasped for breath as breathing became difficult once again.
"Bite me again and I'll be sure to rip your teeth out," said the pink-haired man with glasses. He had hit Rukia over the head again after she bit him rather hard on the arm. Serves him right for trying to violate her. Currently, he was brewing something in a mess of beakers and testing tubes. His devilish smirk spread across his face as he poured a dark mixture into a huge syringe. One that Rukia cringed at. "Now, be a good little girl and hold still," he sneered as he came closer to Rukia's chained body. "This will make you feel a little…funny." he laughed.
Summoning all the energy she could muster, Rukia started to thrash about against the wall in a helpless attempt to break free from the shackles that binded her wrists to the wall.
"Get the hell away from me!" she screamed. She tried kicking backwards at the man, but nothing worked to stop this madman. In fact, he chuckled in amusement.
"Leave her alone, Szayelapooro!" Starrk yelled just as the needle came dangerously close to Rukia's pale skin. Said man looked behind him to stare at Starrk, who was also chain bound with a very bruised left eye.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Szayelapooro spat. Starrk could only growl at the man with glasses. It pissed him off, but what could he do? He was stuck.
"HE isn't going to do anything," came a familiar voice. Rukia gasped and looked around. "But I sure as hell will!" The door to the lab collapsed, sending a cloud of dust flying and in walked a spikey-haired silhouette. Rukia's eyes went wide as she finally got to lay her eyes on the bright orange hair she's been dying to see.
Her prayers have finally been answered. "Ichigo…"
Renji carried Allison over to the Hummer and sat her in the backseat. She sat up with her legs hanging out of the open door and eyed him suspiciously.
"What do you need to tell me?" she demanded, and winced slightly, rubbing her throat.
Renji cocked an eyebrow. "First, tell me why your throat is bothering you."
Allison looked down. "I was screaming forever and they wouldn't stop…I was screaming from pain, screaming for them not to touch Rukia…screaming for you."
Renji clenched his jaw. "I'm sorry. You weren't suppose to be apart of this."
"Then why did you send me that text telling me to go to your house?"
Renji leaned heavily against the door. "I just wanted to be with you for a little bit before Grimmjow got there. I didn't think he'd show so soon…" he glanced at her and gave a soft smile. "You never were one to be on time. I sent that text a good hour and a half before you showed."
Allison rolled her eyes and managed a smile. "Sorry, I was shopping for your birthday present."
He groaned. "If it's another pineapple related object, return it."
She gasped, feigning shock and placed a hand to her chest. "I am offended, Renji! You LOVE pineapples!"
Now it was Renji's turn to roll his eyes. "Only you."
"So, what does this Grimmjow really want?" Allison asked, becoming serious. Renji fidgeted and shifted from foot to foot. "Renji," Allison searched his face until he looked back at her. "Tell me. I deserve to know." She gestured to her injured leg and various bruises. "I think I'm apart of this now."
Renji nodded. "You're right. You do." Suddenly, the sound of gunshots firing from the distance jerked their attention to the warehouse. "Perhaps, not right now," Renji finished.
"Agreed," Allison nodded, eyes wide. She began sliding off the seat to the grass.
"Whoa, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Renji shouted, reaching out to grab her arms as if she was going to fall.
"I'm helping."
"Not in your condition," Renji stated as if she was crazy. "No, you're staying right here in this car with the doors locked!"
"What! No way! That's the dumbest idea ever!" She pulled gently at Renji's strong grasp on her forearms.
"It's the only safest place to keep you," he tried to convince her. "Please, Allison. Stay. Here."
More gunshots fired, this time with added shouting. Renji gave Allison one more look, willing her to listen and stay put. She gave a soft nod and he let out a breath. Reaching behind him, he pulled out his gun from the back waistline of his jeans.
"Here." He pressed it into her hands. "You probably won't need it, but it'll make me feel better to know that you have a weapon."
"What about you?" she asked, holding the gun firmly. Renji gave her a look and pulled out another, this one significantly larger from the right side of his waistline. "Oh sure," she rolled her eyes, "you get the larger one."
"Would you like to trade?"
"No, this one is cute," she smiled.
"That's my Allison." He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss. Or at least, tried. She ended up wrapping her arms around his neck and his hands flashed out to hold her waist, his fingers brushing the exposed skin where her shirt lifted slightly, earning a soft moan from her. He chuckled against her lips and pulled back unwillingly. "I'll be back. Someone has to drag that strawberry out."
"Be careful," she whispered, grabbing his shirt collar, not wanting to let go. "Please."
He grabbed her hands gently. "Don't worry. I'm experienced."
Then without another word, he turned and jogged back to the warehouse. Allison kept her eyes on his retreating back until he blended into the shadows, and disappeared from sight.
"Damnit!" Izuru growled as he took cover behind a wall. They were ambushed a few minutes after hearing the gunfire go off. Now they were stuck between a rock and a hard place. He looked down the hall to his left to see Ikkaku crouching near Yumichika, who was struggling to hold his own.
"Come out, little intruders!" sang one of the men as a loud pop went off and sparks flew from the wall across from Ikkaku.
"Come at me, you bastard," Ikkaku growled. He heard a groan from Yumichika and looked down at him.
"That's the ugly thing that attacked me when I was helping Rukia and Allison escape," he growled. This pissed Ikkaku off even more and he jumped out in front of so-called "thing" that hurt his best friend. "No! Wait!" Yumichika wanted to jump to Ikkaku, but the broken rib made it difficult to move and he ended up collapsing to the floor in pain.
"You bastard!" Ikkaku screamed as gunshots were heard. Izuru winced. Why had he gotten himself in this mess? He should've stayed back at the house with Shuuhei.
No.
That isn't what Shuuhei would want.
"I wonder if that black-haired nuisance is here," came a mocking voice. Izuru's eyes opened immediately and he peered around the corner.
"You mean the one you destroyed back at that house with the puny knife? Hah! He's lucky enough to even be breathing," a man with a long face and what looked like messy dark-brown hair snickered. The blonde next to him chuckled.
"You're right, Aldegor." he smirked. "I'll be surprised if these cowards ever come out." he laughed. Izuru felt something inside snap. He was the one that nearly killed Shuuhei. His cousin; his long-life friend. The feeling was overpowering and sickening, but he couldn't stop it, and he was soon in a blind rage running madly at the blonde.
"You fucking bastard!" Izuru shouted, holding his gun up and firing repeatedly at his cousin's attacker.
Szayelaporro was slammed up against the stone-cold wall once again, his head smacking hard on the cement. The pink-haired man slid down the wall, the blood from the open gash on the back of his head sliding down the cement as well. He slumped to the floor in a dying crumpled heap. Ichigo stomped his way over to the mad scientist and gripped his shirt collar. He pulled him up to his face and scowled into his odd golden eyes.
"If I ever catch your filthy hands on, around, or anywhere near Rukia, or Allison, or any of my friends again, I'll fucking kill you. That is," Ichigo paused and dropped the man to the ground in his pool of blood, "if you live to see tomorrow morning, you piece of shit." Ichigo spat before spinning on his heels to face Rukia. Though she was exhausted and looked faint, she still smiled up at him.
"Thank you, Ichigo," she managed to get out before she stumbled forward. Ichigo acted fast and caught her in time before she hit the ground.
"You okay?" Ichigo asked worriedly. Rukia glared at him.
"Of course I'm okay! I'm a big girl. I can handle myself." she smiled. Ichigo raised an eyebrow.
"Says the one who was chained to a wall and screaming for help," Ichigo groaned. Rukia rolled her eyes and stood up straight with the help of Ichigo. She looked back at Starrk, who was examining the lab table of now smashed glasses and beakers that Ichigo destroyed in anger. He was thankful that the ginger released him, but he would never show it. "C'mon. Let's get out of here," Ichigo said, but before he could make the next step, he felt a sharp pain in his ankle and he yelled out in surprise. He looked down to see the maniacal smile etched onto Szayelaporro's face.
"A little parting gift…from me…to you…" he croaked before his body finally went limp, the syringe falling from his hands.
Izuru felt the wind knock out of him as he was slammed to the ground by Shuuhei's attacker. He groaned as he tried to reach for his gun, but his wrist was crushed by Finndor's boot. Izuru yelled out in pain and winced as he was sure he heard something snap.
"Looks like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and looks to me like all of your family fell from the weak branch," Findor snickered. Izuru was helpless. Ulquiorra, Gin and Shinji were out of sight. Ikkaku and Yumichika were struggling on their own, and only God-knows-where Ichigo and Renji were. Izuru was helpless. Shuuhei was right; he wasn't a fighter. He should've never dived into this. He should've stayed out of it to begin with like Shuuhei told him to. "Pathetic piece of garbage. Now die!" Findor yelled, lunging at Izuru with his knife. Izuru closed his eyes and prepared for the worse, but when he heard a blood-curdling scream he opened his eyes and looked up. He was mere centimeters away from the point of the blade and Findor was frozen in place, his face frozen in an expression of pain.
"What?" Izuru breathed. The man fell to the side in a crumple of lifelessness and Izuru looked up. He gasped when he saw who killed his ambusher.
"You didn't really expect me to miss out on all the action, did you?" said the familiar voice, and Izuru was speechless.
"Shuuhei…"
"Goddammit," Renji cursed as he ran down the numerous halls in the warehouse. How had he managed to not find ANYBODY in this godforsaken hell hole?! There had to be over fifteen people in here, and he couldn't find one! He tried following the sounds of gunshots, but they were too echoey and he couldn't pinpoint their exact location. But now, not a single gunshot was fired. Why was that? Was all the fighting over with? Had he missed it? Needless to say, Renji enjoyed a good fight now and then, so he felt a little bummed that he missed all the action. Or perhaps…they were dead.
Renji shook himself. No. No way. That was impossible. He had to pull it together. He would know if someone got hurt. He just would.
Renji turned a sharp corner and stopped. Just stopped. He stared down at the floor. Bodies. Slowly, he crouched down to one and turned the body on its back to get identification. He sighed with relief. This was no one he knew. This guy had long blonde hair and…what the hell! Was that PURPLE eye shadow?
Renji dropped the weight and stood, dusting himself off. Creepy people. What was up with this color eyeshadow? Grimmjow with his electric blue, this guy with his purple…whatever.
Renji squinted farther down the hall. He thought he saw movement. With a grin, Renji tightened his hold of his gun and began forward.
Allison sighed as she paced in front of the Hummer, kicking various stones and sticks in her path. It wasn't like she was disobeying Renji. She HAD waited in the Hummer with the doors locked, but her leg was really starting to bother her and she thought if she walked and stretched it out, she would feel better. Pacing did help her nerves some as well.
Everyone was in there and she was stuck out here. Renji was in there…
She stopped and frowned. It had been well over half an hour since he went inside. Where were the others? Did Ichigo get to Rukia? She hoped so. She hoped everyone was okay.
Her eyes caught the gun Renji had given her on the hood of the Hummer and she walked over and picked it up.
I could help them, she thought as she admired the black gun. Maybe they actually need help. I have to at least try.
Smiling slightly, she held the gun firmer and set off to the warehouse, not thinking about the throb in her head or the pain in her leg. She had to do this. If she didn't try anything and someone died, she would never forgive herself.
Jogging up to the back of the warehouse, Allison pressed herself up against the wall. The huge garage door was wide open and she thought she heard running footsteps. She calmed her breathing and listened, waiting for whoever the hell it was to get close enough for her to spin around to the opening of the door and draw her gun, stopping them in their path.
Closer, closer…
This was it!
She gripped the trigger and wrenched away from the wall and aimed at the mass coming at her.
She never got the chance to blink.
The glint of metal flashed and a cold blade pressed against her throat while a hand twisted in her hair and wrenched her head back, exposing her throat.
"Shuuhei!" Izuru gasped.
"Not again…" Allison moaned.
Shuuhei cursed and quickly let go. "I didn't mean it!" he tried to reason.
Allison waved it off. "No, my mistake. I should learn to know your reactions. I pretty much walked right into that one." She smiled.
Shuuhei rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, uh, let's not tell Renji I did that again."
"Where is Renji?" she demanded.
"He isn't with you?" Shuuhei cocked his head to the side.
"No, he went inside about forty minutes ago," she answered, and suddenly she felt out of breath. Was that all adrenaline?! And now she had none! Dammit…
Izuru and Shuuhei glanced at each other.
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