Okay, here's chapter 11 already! :D

One thing before we start, though. I made another bigger mistake. When I wrote the girl was looking at the crowd, getting ready to announce the king and queen, I said it took thirty minutes, and I meant seconds. Sorry everyone. ^___^"

Also, I've noticed my timings up quite badly. I forgot to look at chapter nine when I wrote chapter ten, so I apologize! :) I'll try to revise it and fix it. Someday, I will. :)

Anyways, here it is, hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review! ;P

Rukia's POV:

11:15 PM

Blood. Yes, it was blood. All. Over me. I felt the thick sticky substance continue to spread down my back, my face, my arms. It trailed into my palms and down my long fingers. I could feel drops slowly drip to the floor from my fingers, which were stiff with surprise. Most of the blood clung to my skinny form, causing my dress to seem tighter as it clung to me as well.

The worst part, though, was feeling the stares. I could feel every eye on me, but couldn't see them. My own eyes had closed and stayed shut from the impact of the blood falling on me.

Blood...It's blood...on me...I knew it. I knew something was wrong, why didn't I follow my instincts? I thought, staying calm for the most part, but upset enough to close everything else out. Except for Ichigo.

Ichigo ran up to me. "Rukia?!" he exclaimed, lightly grabbing my arm, causing my eyes to snap open. "Are you okay?" he said, though his voice was also becoming muffled, as he started wiping blood out of my face.

Ichigo...you knew all along, didn't you? I thought, but couldn't say. My heart welled within me and my powers seemed to take over. I wanted to slam Ichigo against the wall, to make him get away from me, to stop touching me! But, deep down in the part of my mind where I was still sensible, I knew he didn't know. He didn't want to hurt me, he really liked me. I could trust him, and that was the only reason why I made sure not to hurt him. Because he did everything he could to make sure I didn't hurt, so I would return the favor. I'll spare you, because you've spared me...

It had only been a few seconds since I had opened my eyes, things were back in slow motion. That is, until everyone started laughing.

The large crowd burst into laughter, some pointing, some falling on the floor. But they were all mocking me. At that moment I was sure they were all in on it, although now I know that's ridiculous. But that thought made me lose control. I was lost in a haze, my powers now completely in control, and my consciousness gone. I was gone.

Ichigo's POV:

11:17 PM

I was wiping the blood off of Rukia with anything I could find, trying to make her look at me, to react. She just stood there, though, staring at the crowd of laughing people. I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her lightly, but something, not Rukia, pushed me hard enough to make me fall or something, but enough to put some distance between us.

Her eyes were still wide and her face was dripping with blood. It seemed like no matter how much of the sticky shit I wiped off, it kept falling from her hair, back to her face.

"Rukia, please, say something!" I shouted over the crowd, but she wouldn't. She didn't even flinch or frown or respond at all to the people's laughter. I turned to the crowd, a deep glare on my face. "Shut the fuck up! This isn't funny!" I started, shouting loud enough to make some of them stop and listen. "This is sick! Whoever did this is going to get their ass kicked, I swear to God!" I continued, Ms. Yoruichi cut me off, appearing on the stage and standing in front of me.

"Calm down and take care of Rukia," she said, turning to the crowd herself. She stepped up to the mic and coughed loudly, glaring herself. "Excuse me...," she started, but no one seemed to stop. Her glare deepened. "SHUT THE HELL UP!"

This got there attention, but right as Ms. Yoruichi opened her mouth again to talk, the fire sprinklers came on, causing the girls to scream. They all turned on, one after another, soaking everyone in the gym. I pushed the hair back out my face, looking at Rukia again.

My eyes widened at the sight of her. Blood poured down her small frame, off of her dress, out of her hair. Her hair now clung to the sides of her face, but still not covering her eyes. She looked like she had no idea what was happening, like she didn't even notice she was now soaked in water rather than just blood. But as I studied her face, I saw something...It was like she was doing this, like she wasn't paying attention because she was more concentrated on making it happen.

And that's when I knew. This is...all Rukia's doing...Please, God, I thought, putting all my faith in The One she served, not just for my sake, but for everyone's. Please, let this be all. Don't let her get carried away. Don't let anyone get hurt, please God...Please... I'm not sure if at that moment I thought God would take care of us or not, but I knew I wanted to believe. I wanted to know for a fact that we'd be okay so much. But I remember being scared. No, not scared, I was terrified. At Rukia, at what she was doing, at the thought that we might not live. That I might not live. That I might not go home, might not see my family again. I was so terrified that I thought I was going to cry.

I pushed my fear away, focusing on how much I loved Rukia. I grabbed her arm again, leaning my head next to hers, shouting into her ear, hoping she'd hear me over the girls shrieks. "Rukia! Please, stop! We'll go home and get you cleaned off! You don't have to worry, I'll take care of whoever did this to you! I'll take care of all of it, I promise!" I said, my voice cracking as I finished. Now I was afraid for Rukia, what would happen to her. I hated that this was happening to her, as if she hadn't been through enough. I couldn't the tears that choked me. "Please, listen to me! I want to help you, just calm down! Please, Rukia!"

Her small hand grabbed my arm and slowly pushed it away from her. She still didn't look at me, even when she started speaking. "Leave, Ichigo. Now. Before it starts," she said in a voice that wasn't Rukia's. It wasn't my Rukia's.

"No! I'm not leaving you! Please, Rukia! They're idiots, but they don't deserve to be hurt!" I shouted in their defense, somehow able to see what she planned to do to them in her eyes. It was like she was putting the picture in my head, warning me to get away before I was a part of it. But I wasn't about to leave her. Honestly, that was my main concern, even if all my friends were going to die. Well, almost all.

Her small lips twitched upwards slightly. "I'll be fine. I can take care of myself, didn't I tell you, Ichigo?" she asked, still speaking in that voice that didn't belong to her. Her smile faded, and she was still staring off at nothing in particular. "But if you don't leave...I'll have no choice but to include you. This will happen with or with out you, Ichigo. Please," she started, her voice softening, sounding more like her own, but not completely. "Please, I'd rather it be with out you. Go."

It sunk in then, that I knew nothing could stop her. I mean her as in that person who took over Rukia at that moment, because that wasn't Rukia. I nodded, hating that I was going to abandon my classmates, my teachers, my friends. The person I loved. I was going to leave them for myself, because I was scared. But I knew I didn't matter. I couldn't stop anything.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, a few tears escaping my eyelids. "Please...come find me when it's over. I'll be waiting for you at my house. Please, come home, please promise me," I said, holding the small person who wasn't Rukia, the person not responding to my embrace.

She simply nodded before saying, "Alright, I'll be there. Now go, before more escape."

I nodded, still holding onto her. "I love you, Rukia. When you come to my house, you better be Rukia again," I said quietly. I pulled away, leaned closer, getting ready to kiss her before I pulled away again, shaking my head. This isn't here, Ichigo. Don't.

I left then, stepping away from the building just in time. As I reached a good spot, far away enough that I wouldn't get hurt, the school caught flame. The flames ate the building greedily, the smell of burning flesh filling the air quickly, causing me to turn around and throw up. I wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve, tears now running down my face. Why?...Why Rukia?!

Okay, there's chapter eleven! :) I liked it! :D I love horror stuff and I hope, if you do too, it met your standards for horror stuff.

Anyway, please review and look forward another chapter soon. Honestly, maybe even tonight, I'm in a real writin' mood! ;D Let me know what you think, please and thank you!