Here is chapter 13 of the Hell on Earth: Extended edition! Enjoy and review!
13: Vengeance
Mayuri stood over his vanquished foe. He was just about to do the honours of driving his blade through the unfortunate hellhound's skull, but the creature began to disintegrate before his very eyes. The great mass of flesh and teeth and claws formed into a cloud of spirit particles which drifted away in the wind.
Mayuri watched on in silent awe...
Without the energy to uphold his Bankai, the arena of swords around Byakuya fell apart, vanishing into nothingness. The invisible platform that had supported the warriors had dissipated leaving the group to plummet far down to the earth below.
Rukia was only a few seconds from a bone-shattering collision when she was swooped up in the arms of Ichigo Kurosaki. He caught her and watched as Shrieker's body flew right past, hitting the ground with a sickening, wet slap.
He gently landed on the ground and studied his love, painted from head to toe in blood, not moving. Ichigo checked her over and found a gash on her shoulder. Oddly enough, the blood that drained form it was a different shade to the one which coated her.
What the...Is that someone else's blood? If that's the case then she should still be alive!
He studied the mess that once was Shrieker and noted the tone of the splattered liquid. It must have been his blood which Rukia had been soaked. He must have bled over her, rather than end her life.
Ichigo took deep breath to calm himself, trying to prevent himself from worrying now that he knew Rukia would be fine.
His rapid heartbeat seemed to bring Rukia back into consciousness. Her eyes lazily fluttered open and the first thing in her sight was the concerned expression of her fiery-haired hero.
"Ichigo..."
Her gaze wandered down to her clothes. The distinctive red alarmed and on instinct she assumed it was her's but Ichigo allayed her fears and reassured her she was fine. Eventually her last memory returned.
The vast hordes of hollow were pressing against the shinigami's lines, pushing them back. With Orihime and Ichigo out cold the task of defending their small group rested squarely on Rukia's shoulders. While Ishida tried to wake their companions, Rukia fought off the hollows.
The weak, low level hollows were easy enough to dispatch without any serious injury.
The only hollow to actually hurt her was one that had some violent death throes. In it's uncontrollable convulsions the hollow's tail whipped around and smacked Rukia with enough force to hurl her into Shrieker's corpse. She bounced off of him and landed in the deep red puddle that surrounded him. A disgusting splash brought her back to her sense and she dragger herself back on her feet.
She resumed her fight but her battle was cut short when a hard object crashed into the back of her head. She fell on her knees and was hit a second time, this time throwing her face first into the ground.
She rolled to one side and squinted through the blurry haze at her assailant. Just before she blacked out she saw a pair of glowing red eyes, burning with hateful passion behind a bony white mask...
"Shrieker!" Rukia yelled in warning but Ichigo pointed to the mangled corpse.
"Don't worry, he died in the fall." He reassured her. The tone of his voice made Rukia feel warm inside. It made her no longer feel afraid. Instead she felt overwhelming joy.
Unfortunately, however, their fun was not to last for long. The cloud of reishi which had become of Cerberus flowed directly into Shrieker. A bright orange aura enveloped the horrid pile of guts and flesh which soon commenced re-shaping itself until the vile hollow was once again revived, only this would be the final time.
Shrieker cracked his neck and set his gaze on Ichigo. He spat distastefully at the shinigami's feet.
"For fuck's sake! Do you ever stay down?" He growled.
"That's my line." Ichigo smirked.
Shrieker was about to return verbal fire but his right shoulder suddenly bulged; the skin rising as if something within was trying to escape. He howled as the skin spilt and a hideous wolf's head sprouted from his body. The same occurred with his left shoulder.
"Three heads? What next?" Ichigo tried to retain his bravado, though he was visibly shaking from the crushing reiatsu that emanated from his opponent. It was still rising steeply.
"This is the last ace up my sleeve, shinigami!"
"Good, because this is starting to piss me off! This is the last time I'm gonna kill you!"
"Just you try it!" Shrieker roared.
The two charged, meeting in a heavy collision of blades. The exchanged swift blows for some time though after a short while a third wolfen head grew from Shrieker's back, making it all but impossible to sneak up on him.
Shrieker's body was once again enveloped by the blazing orange aura. The new attachments howled and barked maliciously, their fanged jaws dripping with saliva. They were baying for blood, their insatiable hunger for fresh meat stronger than ever. The black acid that pooled in the corners of their mouth flung out from their snapping jaws.
Shrieker's frame widened and he grew in size. His katana suddenly sprouted two blades, one on each side. It then extended into a red trident which Shrieker twirled in his bony hands.
"No more games! I've grown tired of this, prepare to die!"
Ichigo tensed, every muscle, every joint, and every bone, all bracing themselves for the oncoming attack. Shrieker lunged with surprising speed and thrust the trident at his centre mass. Ichigo swatted it aside with his sword and dashed forward, aiming the tip of his blade at Shrieker's heart. It sank in and Ichigo thought himself the victor, but he was unaware of the wolfen head which clamped its teeth down on his shoulder.
"AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!" Ichigo writhed about in agony, trying to escape the deadly grip. The corrosive saliva dripped down into his wounds increasing the pain tenfold. Ichigo winced and in a desperate attempt to save himself, began pummelling the large head.
The beast kept its jaws locked onto him and all seemed lost but in a blur of movement a pure white zanpakuto embedded itself within the base of the monster's neck, getting caught between the vertebrae.
The hellhound's head thrashed about wildly trying to throw the assailant off. In the melee Ichigo caught sight of the flowing white ribbon swirling around Rukia.
The beast loosed its grip on Ichigo allowing it to snarl at the new opponent. Ichigo took the chance and slashed up through the beast's chin, following through until it hit the thick vertebrae in its neck.
The monster yelped in agony as the two swords pressed on through the bone until both blades met in the centre of the wolf's neck. The head, still snarling and growling, fell to the ground, lost amidst a crimson shower.
Enraged, Shrieker swung his trident around in a wide arc, knocking his two foes back. When they were at a distance he gazed down mournfully at the ragged stump on his shoulder. He scowled and raised his trident above his head, spinning it around in a circle, amassing a large fireball on the tip of his weapon. When he brought the trident down the ball of fire shot off at Ichigo.
A blast of ice collided with the flames and continued towards Shrieker. He swiftly jumped to the side, though one of his extra heads got caught in the icy flow. Infuriated he smashed his fist into the frozen beasts, shattering the head.
"It's over Shrieker. You cannot defeat us!" Rukia ordered, raising her sword defensively.
Shrieker did not answer. He was staring at his trembling hands. His breathing was erratic and his shoulders were heaving.
"Shit...Shit!"
A thin orange glow surrounded him and exploded outwards creating a raging ball of fire which surrounded him. His already fearsome reiatsu rose sharply and Shrieker let loose a mighty howl of uncontrollable rage.
"Dammit! I'm not strong enough yet! They have to die! They must DIE!" He screamed as the flames around him intensified once more.
Ichigo hollowfied and charged up an immensely powerful Getsuga Tensho. He would finish this battle with one final strike and this time he would make sure Shrieker never got up again!
"That's it Shrieker! I'll show you; no matter how hard you try you will never defeat me! Prepare yourself!" Ichigo charged head on, roaring like the denizens of hell he was fighting.
Shrieker rushed forward as well, screaming like the lunatic he was.
The two great reiatsu clashed and an earth-shattering explosion levelled everything within its path. The surrounding buildings, including Orihime's flat, were obliterated by the massive blast.
Even the captains were sent flying, unable to stand against the overpowering force of the shockwave. They were caught off-guard and scattered all over the place. Even the colossal Lucifer was knocked down.
Karin Kurosaki could sense something huge near Orihime's house. She had a hunch that Ichigo was involved. She knew he was a shinigami, she had even told him that. But still Ichigo hid all the details from her, ever reluctant to answer her questions. Now she had no choice but to find out for herself.
As she turned into Orihime's street she felt an immeasurably strong wind slam into her like a tsunami. The wall of air hit her so hard that she was hurled several metres away, stopping only when her body crashed into a brick wall.
She dropped to the ground with a heavy thud and remained still while the fierce wind still blew against her. When it subsided she tried to stand, but her body was badly beaten. Her leg was broken and she couldn't stand. She tried extending it, but it hurt far too much and she had to stop.
"Damn! What the hell happened just now?"
Karin's question was answered by a low, inhuman growl. Her head snapped up and she stared into the hungry eyes of a hollow. She had fought them before as part of the Karakura superheroes but that was a team effort, now she was alone and unable to even stand.
The beast reared up on its thin, insectiod legs. It looked like a cross somewhere between a praying mantis and a hyena. Razor sharp blades ran along its forearms yet it had a furry body and hyena's head.
It screeched and spread its arms wide for a moment before lowering itself until it was eye-level with her. Its breath forced smoky vapour to rise from its cavernous jaws.
Karin could only stare, lost in a trance of horrified fascination at the otherworldly beast standing before her.
The monster opened its mouth to reveal its serrated teeth, more than capable of tearing apart an unfortunate eleven year old girl.
Oh god...I can't move! I'm trapped! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!
Karin half closed her eyes, bracing herself for the end but the beast suddenly turned away, no longer interested in her. As she cautiously opened her eyes a brilliant flash of light passed by and all of a sudden a shiny katana, slick with blood, hovered inches from her face.
The hollow broke apart into two pieces, both of which disintegrated.
The sword was shaken roughly to clean it.
Karin followed the blade up to the wielder, the one who saved her. She noticed a tattered scrap of white cloth clinging to the man's shoulder. She continued to look up and when she got a clear look at his face she almost fainted.
He had short hair and a thin beard, a truly unrecognizable mug. But still, Karin refused to believe it. It was not possible. There was no way that the person who saved her could have been...
"...Goat face?...Dad?"
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