Aaroniero, still wearing the form of Kaien, looked at the man from his position under Cirucci, who had yet to move from on top of him. He had grown mouths all over his body, and some had eyes and noses to go with them.
"You...you're..." gasped Cirucci, looking at the monster with wide eyes. Aaroniero knew exactly what she was thinking. This was an ability he had seen in only one man, and that man was long dead now.
"Ulric Gangre. You should be dead." pointed out Aaroniero as he pushed Cirucci off of him. She crawled towards Golondrina, which was laying on the floor next to the bed. Ulric looked at her with angry eyes.
"Don't even think about it, Lackey." he told her, fixing at least seven eyes on her. Cirucci froze, and Aaroniero stood up, blocking his veiw of her.
"How are you alive? I saw you die, Ulric, you were blasted into at least ten parts." Aaroniero asked him, and Ulric's eyes cut to him for a moment, giving Cirucci time to grab her zanpakuto. Ulric was immediatly enraged as he tried to take it away from her by mutating a long, abnormally thin limb that extended with a set of clawed fingers.
Aaroniero lopped off the disgusting thing with one swipe of Brujeria. Ulric didn't appear to feel the pain of the lost limb, and he slashed at Aaroniero with his blade. Aaroniero blocked with Nejibana, which he had summoned seconds before. A look crossed Ulric's face, and Aaroniero sonidoed away just as Ulric vomited his acid.
"Impressive, Aaroniero. I thought you had forgotten that little trick of mine." said all of Ulric's mouths as the floor that the acid touched disentigrated. Aaroniero appeared behind Ulric, his blades held in a ready stance. Ulric turned, holding his own sword loose at his side.
"It is hard to forget such a disgusting habit." Aaroniero remarked, ducking the slash that Ulric sent his way in anger. Ulric smiled as he prepared to vomit his acid again. Golondrina smashed him through the wall into the hallway. Aaroniero looked at Cirucci, who winked and blew a kiss. He smiled as he stepped through the giant hole in the wall, followed by Cirucci.
Ulric lay in a crater in the floor, one arm, the only limb he retained, flailed in rage. Golondrina had bisected him diagonally, starting at one shoulder, and ending at the hip. Aaroniero didn't think for one second that this would kill Ulric, and it didn't.
Flesh began pouring out of the massive rent in his body, moulding into new legs and a new torso and arms.
"Lackeys...you will pay for this insult!" he screamed as he began making ridiculous amounts of heavily muscled limbs grow out of him. Aaroniero guessed that Ulric had gotten stronger, much stonger if what his pequisa was telling him was true.
"Surge through the skies and rage through the seas, Nejibana." said Aaroniero, releasing Nejibana's shikai by twirling the blade in his fingers. It elongated into a trident, and water began pouring out of both tips.
"I see you got a hold of a shinigami's body, Aaroniero. It seems I'll have a challange after all." said Ulric, pointing his sword at Aaroniero, but focusing his eyes on Cirucci.
"Cirucci...so you're alive too. It took me awhile to recognize you when you were making out with Aaroniero." he said, looking at Cirucci with that jealous and spiteful gaze. Aaroniero had developed a deep hatred for Ulric. He had a habit of making everyone hate him, with the exeption of one Lucion Grey.
"Leave off that old line, Ulric. I told you a long time ago that I didn't want you. You always had to break up any conversation I was having with a man. You're a creep, and you're far too controlling...and another thing..." said Cirucci, waving a finger at Ulric.
"SILENCE WRETCH! YOU ARE MINE! AND NO ONE STEALS MY PROPORTY!" shouted Ulric, stomping forward on his seven muscular legs, crushing the tiles of the floor, while three oversized arms reached for Cirucci, and a fourth swung his sword blindly at Aaroniero.
Cirucci jumped over the lumbering monster, lopping off a hand that got too close with Golondrina, while Aaroniero knocked Ulric's sword away with Brujeria and shoved Nejibana into one of Ulric's shoulder joints, making the limb fall limp. He pulled Nejibana out with a spray of blood, and Ulric screamed in agony.
Cirucci slammed Golondrina into Ulric's back, making him fall forward, blood gushing out of the massive gash. Ulric screamed again, and Aaroniero could see Ulric's spinal cord through all of the shattered bone and bloody muscle surrounding it.
"You have...both gotten...much stronger. It appears I have no choice." said Ulric as he raised himself to his feet, at the same time growing new bone and muscle over his spine.
"I would have been able to handle one of you. But now I am fighting a pair of equals, not two inferiors, as it was in the past." he said as he vomited acid on his sword. He then looked at them with every mouth smiling.
"Betray all, Traidor."
Loly couldn't tear her eyes away from the interlocking cane and sword. The arrancar that had been about to attack her was struggling to make the cane move, while the one who had blocked it simply held it there. Loly backed up, looking at her savior, her eyes flying wide. He had dark skin, with braided brown hair, with a large white jacket covering most of him, and a silver mask over his eyes.
"Kaname?" she whispered. Tosen smiled and kicked the arrancar in the stomach, sending him crashing into the wall, dazing him as he slid to the floor. He turned and "looked" at her, even though she knew he couldn't see her.
"Indeed, Loly. I am sorry." he said, looking somber. Loly got up, reaching a hand for him. He grabbed the hand when it got too close and took a step back.
"What for, Kaname?" she asked, drawing her hand back. She knew that he could tell exactly where she was, Tosen, like many blind men before him, had that sense of when other people moved, and where they were. So she took a step back as well.
"Justice has taken long in finding you, Loly. I failed you. When you needed me most, I was weak. I am sorry." he said, his face looking like a man who had all of his life's work destroyed in a second.
"Cute, yeah. But you're still fighting me." said the arrancar as he lifted himself off of the floor. He placed a hand on the cane's head, and pulled. A thin rapier revealed itself from within the metal cane. The arrancar discarded the cane part by leaning it against the wall.
"Begone, I have no need of a fight with you. This need not end in blood." said Tosen, turning slightly to address the arrancar. The man smiled and pointed the sword at Tosen. Loly didn't think for a second that the other arrancar would back down.
"Thanks for the offer, yeah. But that is sadly not mine to decide." said the man, not lowering the blade at all. Tosen sighed as he turned to face the other man. Loly knew it went against his grain to spill any sort of blood, unless it be of those who did not fight in justice's name.
"Very well then." sighed Tosen as he raised his blade again.
"The name's Tybalt Telupac, Sexta Espada. You must be Kaname Tosen, one of the traitor captains. Hope you liked being mind fucked by that fag Aizen, yeah." said Tybalt, grinning as his eyes scanned for an opening in Tosen's defence. Tosen took no heed of the taunt as he did the same with his sense of hearing to Tybalt. It was only a second before they were done sizing each other up.
Loly lost sight of both of them as they used sonido and shunpo to close. A hole appeared in her wall as the combatants plowed through it so they could get to a more open battle site, the wind of their passing made the sickening corpse of Findor swing back and forth. She could no longer stand to stay in the same room as his body, so she exited through the hole in her wall, intent on watching the fight.
The pair had not done each other any damage yet, but Tybalt was at the moment on the attack it seemed, putting out a blistering amount of seemingly wild slashes and thrusts that Tosen was hardly pressed to deflect. Loly twirled a hand into her purple hair as he watched, pulling on it occationally. It was a habit she had never kicked, and she did it whenever she was stressed.
Suddenly Tybalt's eyes went from wild to cunning in a second, and his sword strokes reflected this as he scored a cut to Tosen's forearm and cheek. Kaname didn't flinch as he took advantage of the opening that Tybalt left on his right side, making a shallow slice with Suzumushi that made Tybalt growl and jump into the air. Tosen let him go as he examined the cut on his forearm, while Tybalt checked his side.
Loly could swear that she felt the tempurature in the hall drop as Tybalt stared at Tosen. Then he used sonido to close again, his blade poised to strike Tosen's heart. Kaname blocked the slash, but was taken by suprize when Tybalt unleashed the blue cero he had charged in his hand.
Tosen was blasted back a small distance, but the distraction was all Tybalt needed. A cut opened on Tosen's chest, and Loly let out a little scream when blood started leaking out. Kaname was far from finished, however, and Tybalt had left himself open as he made his cut.
Blood spurted out of Tybalt's left arm as Tosen removed Suzumushi from the stab wound. Loly knew he had missed the major artery in Tybalt's arm, seeing as he did not immediatly pass out from a severe and sudden drop in blood pressure.
Tybalt backed off again, reassessing his opponent, and in a move that Tosen would be unable to detect, Tybalt's eyes flicked to Loly. Tybalt disappeared a second later using sonido.
Mila Rose watched as Yammy's massive fist crashed down on the floor where Grey had been half a second before, leaving a giant hole and making cracks run out from the point of impact. As he raised the fist he tried to look for Grey.
"Not to bright are you, big guy? I'm up here..." came Grey's voice. Yammy looked up, and was met by Grey's foot as he decended from the ceiling. It barely phased Yammy, and the giant reached up to grab the offender, but Grey sonidoed away. Mila Rose saw him off to Yammy's side.
Grey's blade sparked off of Yammy's iron skin, and was suprised as the back of the Diaz's fist smashed into his jaw. Mila watched as Grey was hurled into the wall, and through it. Yammy laughed as Grey failed to appear out of the hole.
"Looks like you ain't half as badass as you think you are!" the giant howled, pointing at the hole and laughing again.
Mila Rose was not fooled. That said, she knew that Yammy's pequisa had never developed well, so she knew he could not sense it, but Grey's riatsu was rising. Mila looked at him as he continued to laugh.
"Yammy...he's not done..." she informed him tenitively. He looked around and appeared to notice her, as if he had forgotten her presance.
"I smashed him through a damn wall woman! He is fucking done! But if you don't think so, here!" he yelled, opening his mouth and charging his dark red cero. Grey was just stepping out of the hole when Yammy let the blast loose.
"Oh shi-" was all he got out before he was engulfed in the red energy. Mila Rose could tell that Yammy had not held anything back when he was charging that thing, and that there were many destroyed rooms and walls in Las Noches after that. Yammy grunted at her, and took a step forward towards her.
"Looks like you were right...he was tougher than he looked. He's dead now though, for sure." he said, yawning loudly. Mila Rose thought Yammy was quite a bit like Starrk in that respect. He was always either sleeping or eating, but unlike Starrk, Yammy had a tangible reason to do so. His power increased with large amounts of inactivity and gluttony, and Mila was quite surprised he had not gotten unimaginably fat over the last couple of years.
"I think so...I don't feel him an...ymore" she said, clipping the last part of the last word off, and then finishing the sentance and dragging it out. He was back.
"What, what is it? Tell me!" Yammy said petulantly. Mila looked at him with fear in her eyes. His petty expression grew concerned as he saw her's.
"He...he...he was...gone..." she whispered. There was no way he was still alive, she thought. His riatsu was totally gone, not even the little bit one had left when someone hid it. Yammy was looking at her with concern, and with good reason. She had started to tremble. He was dead, yet he had begun to amass an amount of power she had rarely seen.
"So at least one understands. I was not the Quinta for no reason. I had an extraordinary amount of riatsu for an adjuchas class arrancar, to be sure. But almost everyone in the Espada was stronger than me. I was given my position on acount of a special power..." he said as he tore out the length of intestine that was hanging out of his stomach. It came free with a wet ripping noise, and sprayed blood on the floor.
But Mila Rose was focused on his head. Half of it was missing as he spoke, and she could clearly see his brain as the skull regenerated around it.
"...I can regenerate without end, even from nothing but particles. Not to say the process is pleasant, but hey, near immortality has it's perks." said Grey as Yammy fired a cero. He disappeared in the red energy. He came out unscathed.
"Damn, I even think Ulric would be proud of me for living through that first one, let alone regenerating from it." he said, swinging the length of intestine through the air.
"You are one sick freak, dickweed." said Yammy as he charged another cero. Grey just laughed and sonidoed away as the blast was released. Yammy looked pissed beyond words.
"Tsk, tsk. What foul language runs through your head when you're so angry, Yammy." said Grey, smoothing out the new tears in his clothes that he had appearantly just become aware of.
"I'll show you angry, you pansy ass bitch!" he yelled, smashing a fist into Grey's face. He dropped back a few steps from the force, but showed little real damage.
"Nice punch. Now it's my turn." said Grey as he used sonido to appear behind Yammy. He grabbed the giant's ponytail, and throwing, yes, actually throwing Yammy into Mila Rose and toppling them both over, with Yammy landing on top of Mila.
It felt like a train had landed on her. No, scratch that, a train was lighter. Mila Rose couldn't breathe, and she tried to push Yammy's titanic weight off of her. She failed until he came to his senses and figured out that he was not laying on a warm, soft, smooth skinned and large breasted pillow.
She was grateful when he lifted himself off of her. Mila Rose took in a huge breath and panted in the cool air into her starved lungs. Yammy looked down at her from his standing vantage point, and to Mila he looked sympathetic.
"Sorry about that." he said, turning to Grey.
"Yeah...what...ever..." she gasped out, proping herself up on a elbow. Grey was gone, or messing with them. Mila Rose thought the second was more likely. Then he hit her pequisa like walking into a wall. She rolled to her feet and looked back.
"You and your pretty friend are fun to mess with, big guy." said Grey, his eyes cutting to her.
"And I bet you would be especially fun to mess around with Missy..." he cooed, looking at her through slitted eyes and licking his lips. A giant form loomed behind him.
"LIKE GODDAMN HELL! SHE'S MINE! MINE!" screamed Tesra, bringing down an elbow on Grey. He just looked over at Tesra, with the massive warthog-like monster staring at him in absolute rage.
"You just got shit out of luck, fucktard."
Di Roy bolted to his feet, feeling the massive increases in power all over the fortress. Starrk, Aaroniero, Yammy, and to his shock, Tosen, with a bucket load of others. Sun-sun's eyes were wide as platters, and Di Roy grabbed her by the hand and gently lifted her up into him.
"We need to help them." said Di Roy as he guided her towards the door. She looked up at him, worry surfacing in her eyes. He stopped, captivated by her face. Her eyes were absolutly beautiful, even filed with distress, and her lips were bruised and red from their kissing, because he couldn't quite call it making out without tongue. For some reason she wouldn't let him use it, even though he was sure she had tried to use it on their first kiss.
"Di Roy, what about Tia? We can't just leave her..." she whispered, as if there were someone that would overhear them.
"She'll be fine, she's a big girl, not to mention the Tres espada." said Di Roy. Sun-sun's eyes got a little wider and he was sure that he saw a tear forming in her left eye. Damn it.
"Fine. We'll stay with Tia." mumbled Rinker as he held her closer. Sun-sun smiled into his shoulder, and wrapped and arm around his neck. She planted a kiss on his cheek before disengageing and heading for Harribel's room. Di Roy stood there for a second, wondering if he had been had, then decided it didn't matter. He followed her out of her room to the door marked three, which was open from Sun-sun moving through it.
Di Roy poked his head in to see Sun-sun sitting on Tia's rather large bed, stirring the dark skinned woman by gently rubbing her back. Harribel shifted a little and murmured something that Di Roy couldn't hear. Sun-sun whispered something back, and her eyes flicked to him.
Tia lifted herself up on an elbow and looked over her shoulder at him. Her mask prevented him from seeing her expression, but there was a smile in her eyes. She whispered something to Sun-sun and dropped herself back down to the bed. Sun-sun smiled a little and beckoned him in.
Di Roy stepped in and walked over to Sun-sun. He was uncomfortable in Tia's room, mostly because he was in an espada's presance, and his experiance with espada was limited to Grimmjow, which was not a very good way to represent the whole organization to say the least.
"So...Di Roy...you look different. I'm guessing whatever Szayel did worked?" she asked him. Her face was buried in her pillow and it made her slightly difficult to understand, so it took a few seconds for him to answer. So she knew about his past then. Interesting.
"Yeah...it worked." was all he had to say. He found it difficult to speak to the woman, who had recieved nothing but sexual harrassment behind her back from Grimmjow. He had never really approved, and Grimmjow had ragged on him for that as well.
"I can tell. You didn't look quite as hot last time I saw you..." she said into her pillow, making Sun-sun gasp and turn red. She huffed as she gave Tia a little tap on the back. It was as close as she could come to punishing Tia.
"Heh...she passed the jealousy test. I think you're in, Di Roy...just remember, no sex until the fifth date..." she said, laughing into the pillow. Sun-sun squeaked and tapped her again. Di Roy was laughing as well. This chick had a sense of humor he could get. Sun-sun huffed again, crossing her arms.
"Sun-sun, don't think I didn't see those bruised lips...having a make out session before coming here, were you two?" came her voice again. Sun-sun groaned and hid her face with that sleeve.
"Tia, stop it..." she said, and Tia laughed darkly, lifting herself off of the bed and flipping over so she could sit up. Her eyes had lost the smile.
"Sun-sun...take it from me...don't leave him alone. Not for a second. If you do, he'll get himself into trouble. Just like...just like...oh god..." she said, putting her face in her knees and sobbing. Sun-sun was there in an instant, rubbing the other woman's back.
"Tia, no. It wasn't your fault." soothed Sun-sun, her face falling from an embarrassed blushing beauty to a saddened and lusterless one. The change concerned Rinker.
"No...no! It was! He's dead and..." she cut herself off in the middle of her sentance. Her eyes had grown wide as platters.
"...And he's here. Grey..." growled Tia. She launched herself out of her bed, grabbing Tiburon from it's place on a chair.
"Grey? What do you mean? Tia!" yelled Sun-sun, but Tia was already gone. Sonido had never worked so well.
"What do you think she meant?" Sun-sun asked Di Roy. He just looked at her and shrugged.
Starrk blocked the mace again. Every time the thing rang against Los Lobos, it sent a shiver up his arm. Jericho was smiling the whole time, seeing as Starrk had yet to throw a return swing at him. He had learned much about Jericho's style, but he was sure that Jericho had been watching him in turn.
"Arn't you going to attack me? This will be really boring if you don't even try..." said Jericho, throwing a backswing by flipping around, bringing the mace in a full swing with all of his body weight behind it.
Starrk sonidoed out of the way, but charged inside the other man's guard when the swing missed. A quick stab pierced Jericho's hierro, but it felt like he had just stabbed a brick wall with a dull bobby pin. He got nowhere fast, and Jericho used the opening to smash the spike at the bottom of his weapon into Starrk's side.
They sonidoed away from each other, catching their breath.
"Looks like you were just warming up there, Primera." mocked Jericho, looking at the ragged tear in the skin of his arm. Starrk didn't say anything, the spike had not pierced his hierro, but it had knocked the wind out of him.
Lilinette was behind a pillar, watching the fight with wide eyes. Starrk had to protect her. He looked at Jericho, who it looked like was ready to fight again.
"Your friends are giving Ulric a problem. I didn't know Aaroniero and Cirucci had gotten that strong. Grey must be having fun with those three he's got over by him, and even Tybalt has a little friend to play with." said Jericho, clicking his cowboy style boots together.
Starrk could tell he was getting to something, and he was informed as to what a second later.
"I wonder how you'd be doing with more of us attacking...Vladimir should be blowing into town with our two friends soon." said Jericho, whistling an old western style tune.
There were more of them? Starrk wasn't sure how many more the espada could take. All they had left were Nnoitra and Szayel, Tia wasn't in much of a condition to fight. Even with Tosen coming out of nowhere, there wasn't much they could do if more guys like this started falling out of the woodwork.
Starrk settled in for the continuing fight. He needed to finish this fight soon, in case he was needed elsewhere.
Grey stared up at the enraged form of Tesra, whose elbow still rested upon his skull.
"Just how do you figure that?" the warthog snorted in Grey's face. Tesra was trying to reach for Grey's neck with one of his crushed hands, but the immense damage done to them by Yammy made every twitch a lesson in agony.
"Because, by some chance let's say you're an ant pointing a sword at a lion. No matter how many times you stab me, I just get angrier and crush you. Get the picture?" asked Grey as he reached out and squeezed Tesra's hand.
Tesra's scream of pain echoed in the hall and made Mila Rose cover her ears. Yammy didn't appear to notice it as he charged again, launching bala from his fists as he closed with Grey. The Bala made impact with Grey's arms and head, but did no real damage that didn't regenerate in seconds.
Yammy's charge did nothing to save Tesra from Grey. The giant was merely smacked aside as soon as he got within arm's reach. Meanwhile Tesra still wailed in torment as the crushed bones in his hands rubbed together as his tormenter exerted yet more force on the extremity.
"I'm getting tired of you, pig. Time to exit, stage blown all to hell." said Grey, charging bala in his hands. Mila Rose almost had time to call a warning as Tesra's left arm was removed at the elbow by bala. Grey continued by blasting off his leg, then the rest of the arm.
Mila Rose screamed and covered her eyes as the dismemberment continued, Tesra never stopped screaming, and even from where she was standing she was being pelted by his blood. She dared to open her eyes once.
And that was when all of his internal organs were blown out, directly onto her. She screamed bloody murder and tried to tear out of the net of intestines, only to be smacked in the face by what she fervantly hoped was not Tesra's liver. Every inch of her was covered by his blood, and she could swear that she could feel his insides pulsing on her skin.
Mila opened her eyes again to scream, and that was when she saw his head, caught in the grip of the merciless murderer who had taken him apart with the precision of a scalpal.
Tesra was still alive. His mouth was still moving and his eyes still darted about, as if seeking escape from Grey's hands. His body was gone, the majority of it draped over Mila like streamers thrown carelessly in a tree.
"Oh god...oh god...Yammy." She managed to stutter out. Yammy looked at her with eyes that showed great concern. She turned her face toward him, and he was forced to look into her eyes.
It was a look he would never forget. Her eyes were haunted, and seemed to have lost all color. Her face was contorted into a mix of fear, revulsion, and horror. To be honest, he never wanted to see a look that came half as close to the look on her face again.
"You...you have to kill him..." she stuttered on. He looked at her, almost getting angry at her.
"I can't kill him. He regenerates from anything I throw at him." replied Yammy, ready to try anyway.
"Not him! No...no...kill Tesra..." she whispered. Yammy looked at her.
"He is dead, give it a moment." she looked at him with that expression again. He charged his bala and obliterated the head that had been Tesra. Grey stood there a moment, then turned towards Yammy. He looked very angry, and Yammy would know.
"That was a bad move, big guy. I'm going to-" his threat was cut off along with his head. The body continued to move, while the head turned to ashes. The body grew a new head promptly.
Mila Rose felt a giant hand grab the entrails that wrapped her. A second later the sticky feeling of the organs was gone as Yammy lifted them, and tore them in places, off of her. He threw them down the hall so she would be as far away from them as possible.
She stepped into Yammy trembling. He was suprised by the gesture, so did nothing. He had always assumed the woman to be scared of him. And why wouldn't she be, with what he had done to that nurse? Her actions confused him to say the least.
"What happened?" she managed to say. Yammy grunted once, pretended he didn't like her pressing herself against him, and told her what he saw.
"I think Harribel just happened."
Vladimir stared down the two newcomers with lidless eyes. He held his spear at the ready, not sure if these two were entirely trustworthy. One was smiling almost insanely at him, while the other just stood there and stared past him, as if he was not worth looking at.
"Alright, you two. We're moving out." he told them, turning and using sonido to lead them. They followed without question.
The fire that Vladimir had carefully maintained since he had arrived began to die. But by the fading light, if there had been anyone to see him, another arrancar entered the camp. He glanced at the lowering flames and fed them a bit of his power to make them flare up.
Now he was clearly visible. He was covered in rusted armor, and he dragged his blade through the sand with little care for any damage it might suffer. His mask covered the left side of his face with a white and green pattern that one could become lost in. He was unnaturally thin and frail looking, as if all the meat in his body had been removed.
"Arkhan. It's been too long, perhaps you would like to come here and lay down with me? I'm ever so lonely...so lonely..." came a female voice from behind him. Arkhan turned to see a woman with her flowing red hair spread in a halo around her in the sand where she lay.
"Veronica...do not think I am to be...manipulated by you. The...master...has a plan for us to carry out." he ended his sentance with a wracking series of caughs that almost made him drop his sword. Veronica didn't move from her spot to help him, or ask if he was alright.
"Then you'll leave this poor woman all alone for the night? With no warmth, no man, no lover? How cruel...to leave me so alone..." she said. Arkhan stared at her, she was a beautiful woman, with perfect creamy white skin and green eyes that shone like the oceans of the living world. She had large assets that had made those below him drool like mad dogs, and fine, inviting looking hips. He was lucky indeed he was immune to her charms. Her flowing white dress blew about her in the wind, making her look like the woman in the tower. He shut the the thought off. That did not bear thinking about.
"You...have the fire for...warmth, girl..." he wheezed out. She frowned, but did not look at him.
"Where is my Thorn, he would not be so cruel..." whined Veronica as she lifted herself from the sand. She walked over to the fire, and layed back down there.
"No one is going to comfort you here." rasped Arkhan, moving around the fire so he could sit across from her. He waited for the bout of self hate she would bring to the surface as they waited.
"Why doesn't anyone like me? It's because I'm ugly, isn't it?" Arkhan was about to sigh but he caught himself. He was dead set on ignoring her.
"Is it my eyes? They're such an ugly shade of green...or is it my hair? It's just so red...what about my boobs, they're so small...my legs too, they're so...I don't know! Why does everyone hate me?" she shouted, beginning to weep uncontrollably, and flailing her arms. She continued like this for hours. Arkhan intervened only once, and that was when she tried to commit suicide by shoving sand down her throat, possibly hoping to replicate being buried alive.
He watched her like a hawk until she fell asleep, her breath hitching every once in awhile in her sleep. She shivered visibly, even though she was right next to the fire.
Author's note: This chapter took the longest yet, but I'm rather proud of it.
To my Reveiwers: I'd like to thank you all, seeing as I would normally have crapped out on a story by now if you weren't here to give me feedback. So, Darkmachines, Devapaths, Sol21, Striker-Master of Hearts, and AcrlicCellist I hope all of you keep on reading and see the ending.
