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Author's Note: Wow. I just realized how gory the last chapter was. Well don't worry I'll tone it down for the next few chapters. Though we all know Aizen's history with blood. Anyway, enjoy! Special message for Callian: Thanks for the review! And Thanks for telling me how to spell Sosuke. I should probably start googling how to spell names.
Chapter Two: Deadly Menace
Word of the death of the Aizen family spread like wild-fire. Three of the bodies were found, though none were identified do to the severe nature of the burns. And Sosuke Aizen was never even suspected. Much less caught. Just one year after his family's death, Aizen found himself in the middle of a dusty road. He hadn't the slightest clue how he got there. Nor why he was there. He simply walked down it, disoriented and dazed. As he walked, a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, though his expression remained calm. Nothing could faze that cool expression, that was glued to the face of the dark haired young man. His walk was confident, yet humble, created sub consciously to give people a sense of trust when they laid eyes on him. But there was no one present to fall for the illusion of this man's walk. Aside from the road being vacant except for himself, Aizen was shrouded in a thick fog, the moon above him barely being able to peek through the thick walls to shine a dim light onto the path which he walked alone.
Moving along, the olive eyed man seemed familiar with his surroundings, though he could see no surroundings to be familiar with. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his side. The pain coursed through the nerve it had hit and looking down, Sosuke saw a large arrow, head driven into his hip. The arrow had torn through his flesh straight to the bone. He fell to his knees and then to the ground. The olive eyes peered out from the thick layer of almond hair that fell in front of his face. They darted around, searching for something, anything. The source of the arrow. Someone who could help. Anything. But as they calmed, the began to droop, and then close as Aizen's body shut down.
The archer lowered her bow. She was sure she heard something walking in the mist. What it was she was not sure of but it was most definitely a good sized catch. She stood up and ran into the fog after her arrow. As she emerged, she waved her arm around to disperse the mist. The thick walls thinned and cleared to reveal the archer's victim laying dead on the ground. She gasped and dropped her bow. There lie a young man, no older than fifteen, laying in a pool of blood, her arrow jammed into his side.
"No no no! Oh no this can't be happening!" The archer cursed loudly as she began to panic. Taking a deep breath to clear her mind, she knew there was only one solution. She grabbed the arrow, sloppily yanked it out of the young man, and ran.
Aizen's eyes flickered open. The olive dots began to scan his surroundings. He couldn't see a thing, for he was surrounded by a thick fog. He felt around with his hand and found he was on solid ground. Slowly, and painfully, he used his arms to push his upper body up. Then, using every ounce of strength left in him, he crawled to his knees slowly and used them to push the bottom portion of his body up. And with great struggle, he stood up. He began to scan the area again. And looking down he saw a body. A dead body. His dead body.
Author's Note: Well I know it was short but just bare with me here guys. I hope things are getting interesting. Please Review! Thanks!