I was dragged roughly through the hallways by Baldy and Feathers, snarling at them and spewing whatever insult I could even think of. "The fuck we going, you candy asses?" I barked, and Baldy gave me a good shake. "Shaddap." He barked, and I went quiet for knowing that none of the shit I could say would work. I was dragged on, to a set of large doors, where I was shoved in roughly on the ground. Two other figures kneeled on the ground beside me, and I immediately bristled as I recognized the one right next to me.

"Aw fuck, it's you." I growled, and the tall man beside me gave me an eerie, baby-killing grin. "That's right, looked like you lived after all. Nice scars, bitch." Nnoitra Jiruga smirked at me, and I spat at him this time. It didn't make it on his fucking face, like I wanted. Just on the ground. "Fuck off, twat. Your goddamn fault I'm in this shit, anyway." I muttered, leaning forward to see a disheveled Szayel Aporro Grantz. He looked so fucking worn, and needle marks traced up his arms to follow veins colored black from dehydration. How he looked, I felt almost happy that I was just some random Arrancar and not an Espada. Nnoitra himself looked worse for wear, as he grinned I saw that he was missing a couple teeth, and his lip was split. Jiruga had some shallow cuts, probably from someone unable to penetrate his heirro any further than that. I was still weak from Nnoitra's attack earlier on, having gotten beaten to shit. Still weak, still sore. Still bruised. And still pretty goddamn dizzy from it all.

"Silence!" A commanding male voice boomed before and above us, and the three of us all turned to look up at some shielded people high above us. There was a heavy silence hanging in the air, stagnant with the speaker's powerful presence-

"The fuck are you shitheads?" Nnoitra drawled at the speaker, before a gasp resounded around the chamber. 'Nice going dipshit, way to help our image.' I thought to myself, before hearing them speak again.

"Silence, I said! We are the newly-appointed Central Forty-Four, and we will decide your fates."

We three hollows stared up at them, instantly on-guard and instantly difficult. They went on, while we listened in silent anger.

"The three hollows, two Espada and an unranked grunt-"

"Numero!" I spat, before another boom of "SILENCE" shut me up.

"-Are obviously a terrible danger to Seireitei, as members of Aizen's army." The lead male went on, as others murmured things I could hear to be...violent. I interrupted again, though not as angry now.

"Can I take the time to say that I was forcefully inducted into the army? Like, having this prick next to me rip out my soul and turn me into an Arrancar that never agreed to join that ass Aizen?" I queried, and then got a quick, spiteful answer. "No, you may not. Now, your fates have been decided through the Forty-Four's discussion." I instantly got a bad feeling from the tone in his voice, and my fears were solidified as he spoke again.

"Death. The three of you will be executed via beheading by Zanpakuto."

Instantly, we three hollows shot to our knees, roaring. Well, Szayel not so much, but he still looked pissed, in his own way.

"The fuck we will!!" I shouted, as the room broke into chaos. People shouted at us, comments about us being dirty hollows, monsters, all sorts of things. Nnoitra was swearing at the top of his lungs, calling the shinigami anything he could even think of. "Fuck you, shinigami motherfuckers!! I'll fucking rip off your heads and piss in your hollowed-out skulls, goddammit!!" He roared, and the two of us made quite the bit of noise when we screamed together. Szayel was muttering something about us being savages, but he was also muttering about shinigami being subhuman or something, so I counted him on our side. We heard other Forty-Four members shouting, yelling about "Kill them!!", and "Soulless creatures, destroy them!!".

"Silence!!" The leader shouted, but it was too late as the shinigami came to grab us. We were going to be killed, going to be executed right here. What I heard next, though, was the final motherfucking straw.

"After the deaths of Sosuke Aizen, Gin Ichimaru and Kaname Tosen, and the execution of all other Espada with the fall of Las Noches, Orihime Inoue will also be executed for high treason." The leader decreed, and I heard Ichigo and some others that sounded very vaguely familiar screaming their upset in the back. But it was far too late.

I don't really remember what happened next, because it was all such a blur. When I did recall what I was doing, the shinigami coming to kill me was on the ground, a hole through his chest where I must have thrown a kick and blew a hole in him. So my own powers were still active, that was good. Next thing I knew, Nnoitra took down his own shinigami and Szayel knocked down his, and Nnoitra raised his own immense reiatsu as Szayel raised his and mine was still through the roof. With the force of it all, our reiatsu-restraining collars and handcuffs snapped off, and we were freed. Instantly, the three of us gave a quick glance to each other and began to run, blowing right past the shinigami and out the door to the enraged shouts of the speaker of the Forty whatever the fuck, and the sounds of dozens of Zanpakuto being drawn behind us. We barrelled through the hallways and past any surprised shinigami that weren't expecting three Arrancar to be making an escape, before we dodged into an office where Nnoitra and Szayel felt the pull to. Quickly, they grabbed their chained Zanpakutos in the corner and wielded them easily, while I remained Zanpakuto-less. Hearing them behind us, I stared at Nnoitra and Szayel a moment as they stared at each other and I.

"...Fuck, truce until we get the hell outta here." Nnoitra spat, and Szayel and I agreed. We lunged out the window, the cold air hitting our bodies in a somewhat soothing feeling, the air close to that of Hueco Mundo, the place I would have to call home from now on. We felt that monster Zaraki coming up at our backs, felt the other Captains, felt so many shinigami hunting us down that the chances of us getting out of this alive were zero to none.

It was gonna be one hell of a night.