WestSide Story From Hell

Chapter 20

I stood in front of a white door, the handle missing with a hole where it was suppose to be. My body felt like lead and I couldn't pin point where the intense feelings of fear were coming from.

Looking around me, I became wary. Everything was in shades of gray. There was no life in them, they were just there. They just existed around me without any sole reason to be here. Mumbling began to fill my ears.

"Where's the other one?"

"Don't run away, honey."

"Shhh, it's okay."

"Stop crying."

"Fear me."

Every word kept cycling around my head. My throat began to close up as my eyes began to blur. The voice sounded oddly familiar. My heart started to beat faster while my breath got shallow. I kneeled down in front of the hole in the door and peered inside.

My breath caught as my vision became clear. Chills broke down my spine, and I couldn't stop shaking. The next thing I knew, I wasn't outside the door anymore. I was inside the house curled up against the wall as I watched my brother, Sora, stand above my parents with a gun held in his hand.

My ear rang as the shot fired. I closed my eyes tightly and whimpered. This couldn't be what actually happened. My brother...my brother was better than this. Rukia said that she loved my brother. He couldn't be like this!

I dug my fingernails into my hair and bit my lip as I opened my eyes. Color flashed before my eyes as I saw a brown short-haired man with purple eyes appear in the doorway. I looked back at my brother, who clutched his head in his left hand and pointed the gun away from my parents towards the wall behind them. His back was shaking as he turned to face me. Tears were trailing down his face as he held his sobs to himself. Purple coloring was slowly swirling around in his eyes, dominating over his pupils.

"O-Orihime...go." He choked out, as the gun slipped out of his fingers, stumbling backwards against the wall, and slamming his head on it. The man that stood in the doorway scowled, and flashed over to my brother, taking him by the throat. My brother… died. It happened so fast. I couldn't find a knife or a gun or anything that would've made my brother's blood splatter like that so fast.

"And he was doing such a good job at following my orders." The man sighed, before tossing my brother on the floor. I stared in horror into my brother's hollow eyes. The purple was finally fading and soon his eyes were engulfed in black.

I looked back to the man to find him already staring at me. His eyes were slowly losing their purple glow, turning back to brown. He smiled politely at me before turning back around to my parents. Shivers went down my spine as I watched him, completely helpless. My dad stood in a protective stance in front of my mom as he tried to pushed her up the stairs out of harm's way for a little while longer. I could feel the smile on the man's face as he flash-stepped in front of my dad; shoving his arm through his stomach. I felt my heart drop into my gut, my throat closed up, and my eyes went dry.

My mom screamed in horror before turning around and trying to run up the stairs. It was a lost cause though. It was too late. He grabbed her by her hair, pulled her back, taking his hand around her neck, and crushed it. She fell over on the stairs, broken with having the image of her husband killed in front of her as her last one. My heart was now gone. I felt sick to my stomach and dead inside.

What did I do to deserve this?

He turned around and smiled at me. Pools of water fell over my eyelids. My bottom lip shook as I managed to choke out the word, "why?"

I was still backed into a corner, hugging my elbows, I stared at him unable to move. He moved slowly but surely closer to me, before crouching down to my height.

"Why, you ask?" He asked kindly, placing his large hand on my head. "Because I want you to myself, and I can't possibly have that with them in my way," he finishes, tilting his head to the side.

I released the sob I had been holding back, and threw his hand away from me.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I screech at him, as I scramble to get up and run. He sighs and grabs me by the ankle and pulling me back down.

"Why can't you understand that I want you?" He says exasperatedly, shaking his head. "You should be flattered." He points out, giving me a look.

I look at him in disgust.

"I should be flattered?! You just killed my family and you're touching me with their blood on your hands!" I cry out hysterically. He grabs me by the chin and stares at me. He soaks up the image of me crying and my snot trailing out of my nose.

"Maybe I should try again when you're older..." He trails off, his eyes getting a cloudy look over them as he smirks.

"Just...just go away." I whimper as I try to scoot away from him.

My sight turns black as I groggily open my eyes to see a long white haired man and a man in pink clothes in front of me.

"I'm so sorry we didn't make it in time." The white haired man said before the one in pink put his fingers to my temples and makes my eyesight darken again.

My eyes flickered open as I gasp out loudly back in the dark room.

"Wasn't that just wonderful? I always like thinking back to that day. It reminds me how much fun it was to be around you." The man's voice echoed off the walls in the dark.

I squeezed my eyes shut. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening! I thought to myself. I opened my eyes to find his glowing purple eyes in front of mine. I jerked backwards, making the chair I was sitting on tip over. Crumbled over on the floor, I started hyperventilating as he hovered over me, snickering.

I felt his breath on my neck as he moved my hair over my shoulder.

"Calm down, sweetheart. I won't hurt you." He said as he started caressing my cheek. I flinched and bit my lip as I held lingering sobs inside. I opened my eyes and looked into his purple eyes. His pupils kept dilating as he would breathe deeply in and out.

A shock went down my spine. Sora's eyes were purple when he tried to murder our parents. As soon as he died, the purple man's eyes turned back to a normal brown color. I froze as the thoughts passed through my mind.

"Your eyes are purple right now." I whispered. He realized my point and smile widely at me.

"Yes, my dear. They are purple...right now." He said slowly, holding out each vowel for the emphasis in tension. My eyesight started to become blurred as I buried my head into the floor.

He was making someone kill against their own free will.

He was controlling them as we spoke.

And depending on how much will-power they had, they wouldn't be released from this daze until it was too late.

Ulquiorra waited in the living room of Szayel's apartment. He had took Grimmjow to the back room with him and left the two of them together. Grimmjow was reaching a high fever by the time they got the wound to stop bleeding. Ulquiorra rubbed his eyes as he leaned back on his couch.

He stared blankly ahead of him. The hair on the back of his neck was still standing. The amount of his partner's blood on the floor still lingered in his mind. How could this have happened? He sighs, and cradles his head in his hands. His mind is racing with ideas on who could have done it. But it didn't add up right. There was no reason, no explanation on why they did it. Something had happened since he'd last been here.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket. He should call her. See if something's wrong; if anything had happened in the last few days. His thumb hovers over the keys. He lets out a breath as he dials.

ORIHIME

Those black bold letters across his screen blink. He puts his phone up to his ear and listens. He expects her to pick the phone up; to hesitantly pick up the phone and shyly say 'hi'. He gets the voicemail. Scrunching his eyebrows together, he tries again. He sits up straighter now, clenching his free hand into a fist, he swears as he gets the voicemail again. Third time's the charm, right? He tries again, standing up, rubbing his hands on his pants, and biting his lip. His hand falls as he gets the voicemail for the third time.

Maybe it is a little late. He says to himself, trying to put reason into his missed calls. He looks down at his phone again, waiting for her to call back. Maybe it was just an accident. Perhaps she was doing something.

"Everything's falling apart." He said aloud to no one in particular. He flipped his phone open, and looking through his contacts again for someone connected to her.

NELIEL

He hovered over the send button. Would he really just call her? Just because Orihime wouldn't pick up? He could always justify it. She was the center of the attacks and it was natural to be concerned for her safety. Especially with Grimmjow in the back room already reprehended, it wasn't odd for him not to be a little worried.

His finger hovered over the call button before deciding to go through with the plan. He came back to town with a goal in mind.

The phone rang several times before he got the answering machine. Dejected, he look at the time. It was late, later that he thought, the time most people would be in bed. He could be courteous and wait till the morning, but he had planned on being up for awhile. On the plus side, Nel wouldn't be too bothered about having a phone call late at night. He dialed her number again.

On the last ring before voicemail, she picked up the phone. It was hard to tell though. She may have answered it, but she didn't say a word.

"Nel?" He spoke nervously. It was weird. Nel was usually a little cheery and a bit hyper at this hour.

"Ulquiorra." She whispered in monotone. Something was definitely off. He sat up straighter and pressed his phone harder against his ear as if it would help.

"What happened?" He barked frantic and anxious into the phone. The line was quiet. Ulquiorra's tension would be felt through the phone while Nel's deep breaths were heard. Nel started to hyperventilate as she tried to calm herself down. Before she knew it, she was crying. Dropping the phone down to her side, and clutching her shirt with her hand as she backed into the wall for support.

She was scared. She knew this was serious, but what could she do? How could she possibly help? All she could do was pick up on feelings. That wouldn't find her. She was useless. Utterly and completely useless.

Ulquiorra stood up from his spot when he realized he wasn't going to get anything out of Nel over the phone. He walked into the back rooms and informed Szayel that he'd be out for a bit.

His face whitened as he saw Grimmjow unconscious on the bed. Dried blood was all over the blankets and sweat was dripping from his forehead. Ulquiorra had lost, not only his knight in this game, but also his best friend. Grimmjow was still breathing, but he wouldn't be the same.

He exited the apartment with mixed feelings.

Walking back to his car felt strange. The night was still young, and only a while ago did he find his friend on the floor. He reached for his car door when the hair on his arms began to rise at its end. He let his hand fall as he took a step back.

He sucked in a deep breath, before closing his eyes and searching the area. He purged himself into his surroundings, trying to find someone, anyone that could've been able to make his hair stand.

He got pulled in, and soaring pain ran across his temple. His eyesight turned purple, and he could hear the approaching footsteps of someone running at him. Letting out a breath, he reached out and pulled his car door open and climbing in, trying to see through the purple before high-tailing it out of the parking lot to town.

The closer he got into town, the easier it felt to breathe. His mind was having a hard time to retract itself from whatever that was. He tried to get his head back on straight, but the more he tried to concentrate the harder it was to recall what he wanted.

What was he doing a few moments ago?

Where was he going?

What did he forget?

He pulled over to the side of the car and leaned back into his seat. What was going on? What was he missing? He sighed and rubbed his eyes. It was getting late and he didn't have a clue where he was anymore. He heard a car slowly coming to a stop right next to him. His head felt unbelievably light, and it hurt to try and look out. He felt the blood rush to his head as he heard a car door open and close.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a flashlight turn on. He heard the loud clang on the window as they tapped their flashlight against it. He groggily turn his head to see before his body went limp and he slammed his head on his car horn unconscious.

Nel continued to cry to herself alone in her room. Her silent screams, sobs, and sniffles resounded off the walls of her room. Her heart was being torn apart. Too many emotions were making themselves present and she didn't know how to deal with them. She knew there was almost nothing she could do to help Orihime, but she still wanted to do something. Anything. Even if it was rendered useless.

Her mind was going everywhere, making it hard to stay focused. But her heart was already in a mess. She didn't know who to listen to and she had no one to guide her through this mess.

After calming down a bit and her cries had become subtle, the hair on her neck stood as she felt a shiver go down her spine. She heard it. The creak of her front door opening. Someone was in her house and she had no one to call.

Hey guys. I'm back. :) I feel better. I mean, not up to my fullest, but better than I was. I've been working on this story, and I literally forgot what it felt like to have an update and get reviews and support from you guys. And then, about two days ago, I got another review. I actually started tearing up because I gave you guys nothing for about two months, and someone was kind enough to treat me like I have. Thank you.

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