Chapter 3: Is This Real Life?
"Tests?" I squeaked. This had to be a dream. Except that even in my craziest dreams, I still accept everything as real until I wake up. I pinched my arm. Ouch!
"You're in excellent health for a specimen, so you should be a perfect experiment."
My jaw dropped. I tried to compose myself. This couldn't be real. "You're kidding, right? You're a great cosplayer. You got the hair, the build…down to the voice, but drop the act, okay? It's not funny anymore."
Szayel raised a thin pink eyebrow. "You think this is a joke, human?"
I snorted. "You really expect me to believe you're going to do some experiment on me dressed as Szayel?"
Suddenly he was gone.
Suddenly he was right in my face, Fornicarás pressed against my neck. I didn't even have time to gasp.
"Now do you doubt me, human?" he purred.
I stared at him with wide eyes, unable to speak. This was the end. Just as I found out Bleach characters were real, I was going to be killed by Szayel.
I closed my eyes, hoping he'd do it quickly and not toy around when the pressure lifted.
My eyes shot open.
Szayel was resheathing his Zanpakutō.
I swallowed.
"You are not worth killing," he told me slowly. "Yet. Once the operation is complete…you're fair game."
Laughing maniacally, he injected me with something before I could even move away. Blackness filled my vision and his increasingly crazy laughs were the last thing I heard.