Hey all, I'm back with a new story. Life has gotten crazy and I'm happy to finally have the time to write again. All my other stories are still in the works, and hopefully soon I'll get more stable ideas for them. Everything is being rewritten basically, so when I am ready to publish them once more, the old stories will be deleted.
Anyways, here's a new Grimmjow x OC story. I hope you love it!
"Go! Now!"The command rose high above the shouts and cries of the waging battle. Forms of the newly deceased laid torn and bloodied in the bush surrounding a woman, her eyes wide with fear. She tugged the strap of a small bundle attached to her back. A treasure of her people that she was to keep away from the attackers. Something that seemed nearly impossible during that occurring massacre. There were too many attackers. It was too hard to escape. Not this near to the center of the fighting.
All this death, and for what? She came close to weeping at the sight that surrounded her. How? Why? She didn't just mourn for her fallen people -her family- who were facing mass slaughter, but for all the fallen and those still continuing the fight. Not all had chosen this; she knew this in her bones.
She ran, aiming to reach the denser parts of the forest. An area where she knew that she could navigate and move through much easier than any possible pursuers, but before she could get far, she was suddenly jerked back by. A hand wrapped itself tightly on her arm, pulling at her so that she spun around. Her eyes widened even more in terror. Time seemed to slow as she stared at her attacker. Every muscle in her body begged her to move, but she couldn't. Even as the man raised his weapon high, clearly intending to strike a lethal blow, the silver blade of the axe catching the dawn sun's light.
Move, damn it. Move!
A sharp whistle, ending with a wet thunk caused her ears to twitch. She let out a voiceless shriek. The hand that grasped her arm went limp and the man's body had dropped to the forest floor. An arrow protruding from his left eye.
As if her body was startled awake, she moves once more. She breaks through to the underbrush, away from the fighting. Branches and brambles tore at her skin as the charged through the brush. With each bush that clawed at her she was made to slow her pace ever so slightly, occasionally having to duck beneath branches, more to keep the small bundle safe rather than herself. If it came down to it, she was to die protecting it.
She wasn't sure which pounded harder, her footfalls or her heart, but it didn't matter. She just had to keep going. If she kept slowing, possible pursuers would catch up to ehr in no time. At least one or two minutes before that happening is better than only a few seconds.
Run towards the sun. You're used to it. They are not. She kept thinking to herself. It may be of no help in the forest, but if she kept heading east she would come upon a field. A large open expanse between their forest and one of the many small towns that dotted the area.
Pain exploded in her leg and she dropped to the dusty earth. Shit! With quick ease she switched the bundle to rest against her chest. They can't have it. Her attempts to continue to flee came to a halt as three figures surrounded her, each having an arrow drawn on their bows.
"Hand it over." The one closest to her, female by the sound of the voice, commanded. She drew closer, ready to grab her prize regardless of the fleeing woman's choice.
Suppressing whimpers of pain, the woman drew herself to her feet. I may die, but it won't be while crawling on the ground like a simple animal. She removed the bundle from her body, yet still held it close. "You will never have it."
A soft smell of smoke, nearly undetectable to anyone, was the only warning before the bundle was engulfed in orange and blue flame, quickly burning up and disappearing from the woman's arms.
The leading woman yelled in rage, becoming visibly more upset just by seeing the small woman's smirk. She drew back the drawstring of her bow before releasing the arrow. The two of her followers doing the same. If this woman wished to die for that stupid bundle, then she got her wish.
A soft breeze blows into a small office, rustling the many papers on a simple desk. A simple man, donning a white haori, pauses at his work. His eyes drawn to the small stack of papers and forms he must read through. Soft brown eyes, sheltered behind glasses, narrow slightly. He grabs a clean sheet of thin paper and begins writing quickly before leaning back once more. Finally.
Well, there's the prologue. Not amazing, I know. No mentioned of any specific characters, but that comes in the first official chapter which I hope to have out soon. I'll be working on it tomorrow and during the weekend.
I hope everyone is doing okay during the current crisis. Stay safe.
Please R and R.
-S.B.