Soul Society 3:

I woke up feeling something cold on my back and unease bubbling like acid within me. I heard dull buzzing sound really loudly beating next to my ears and it took a minuet for me to realize that it was the air conditioner. I had my head in between my knees when I knew something was behind me. After all I've been through, I wasn't scared. I was more anxious that I've gone crazy from the heat and was being delusional.

I didn't bother turning my head. I was content on whatever it was do just whatever it wanted it to do. I had my head down, but as the presence didn't go away, I stopped blaming my imagination and turned my head.

I was glad that it had no alien body part, but I was less grateful for the frilly dress or the Victorian hair style that was piled upon the young girl's head. Her eyes were almost hollow looking and she had a small figure. I decided that she couldn't have been older than 10. As I stared at her with wonder and a hint of frustration, I could've sworn that surprise flitted across her expression as she looked critically back at me.

"So," I said my voice dry with dehydration and frustration, "what bring you here on this fine day?" I knew I should've been serious, but my heart felt considerately lighter as a smile formed on the girl's complexion. She almost seemed harmless now; she didn't look like one of that inhumanly beautiful devil's child in horror movies. She seemed to me like an aged china doll that's been misplaced.

"I'm ready" she said. I felt my jaw somewhat drop. It wasn't what she said; heck I don't think what she said even got to my delayed brain yet. It was the way her voice seemed to sound inside my head. Her voice sounded almost exactly like the horror movie sound effect kind of thing. When her message finally reached me and I somewhat comprehended it, I was confused again. What was she ready for?

"What are you talking about?" I asked, not knowing how stupid I must sound to this girl. She looked at me almost disappointedly. "You don't know?" she definitely sounded surprised now. "Know what?" I asked her, not really wanting to know that answer and get pulled deeper in the depth of my imagination. She looked at me for a moment before she answered, "How to get to Soul Society." I blinked. Again and again. Soul Society? Now I was really confused. There was no way that my brain can come up with something this bizarre.

"Ummm, come again?"

"Soul Society? I'm ready to go there!!" she started sounding desperate and I was sure I heard the whine in her voice somewhere.

"Right." I closed my eyes, willing her to disappear. No such luck, she was still there, looking at me disgustedly.

"Fine, I'll go find someone else." I raised my eyebrows, wondering who this someone else could be. She grabbed her heavy looking dress and was about to walk away when her steps froze and she looked above my head, pointedly at something.

I didn't have to turn my head to know that something unwelcome had arrived. The evil I smelled before was there. The air had grown heavy and I saw the color drain from the girl's face.

"No," she strangled, "Please," the pleading shining in her eyes were evident as she clung on my arm. Her hands were so cold. "Save me." I turned my head and felt my eyes widen and a scream tried to break loose from my throat. The creature had no body. It wore a white mask where its head was supposed to be and under its head was a mass of black fire that danced on its own as if the room had invisible wind. The creature's eyes were slated with red and its mouth was a slit that reached from one of its ear to the other. Its long oval face was like the scream mask people wore on Halloween but never before had I felt the evil so strong. It was the same scent as the evil that I smelt before I passed out, but now, it smelled almost bitter sweet. I felt a shudder rip throughout my body.

The creature just floated at the corner of the kitchen. Not moving at all just staring at us. We stared back. I shifted my position so I was between the creature and the girl, now obviously shaking from fear, though what couldn't be worse than death I didn't know. Either way, I was ready to stand before her fight for her. As if it understood what I was about o do, it spoke. Its voice was like a fingernail scratching backboard. It was a sound that forced shudder throughout my body again.

"How can you think that you can defeat me?" it asked. I was somewhat surprised at the way it spoke in English. Talk about a universal language. I didn't bother answering it. I stared back defiantly.

He tilted its long neck to me, I felt uncomfortable at the sudden closeness. His body never moved, but I felt everything around us go black. I looked back. I couldn't see the girl but I felt her death grip on my arm. I couldn't see anything that resembled it was my kitchen and I felt like I was floating. Suddenly, my body couldn't move and I was being forced from air all around me. I wild chuckle shot past me and I felt the girl's frip looses around my arm.

I willed my body to move. I had never wanted anything more. I forced it to move, but it just didn't. Finally, the grip on my arm loosened and fell off. Just as suddenly, I felt everything around me return to normal. The kitchen was back and I could move again. Desperately, I looked behind me to see the girl's eyes staring hollowly back at me. Her face was expressionless. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion. Her body cracked like it was made of ceramic. As her body made contact with the wood floor of my kitchen, a ear crashing sound rippled past me and her body shattered. Bits of pieces looked like shinning dust as they all lost their sparkle and disappeared one by one.

I stared in disbelief for a minuet. Then anger replaced the empty feeling I had. Somehow, I had the sudden vision of my mother in the place of the girl. Was that what happened? Anger surged through me and I felt my vision go clearer. I heard many acute sounds, my own breath sounded loud to my ears. Then I felt the cold, hard mask forming around my face as my feet lost contact with the ground.