Westside Story From Hell

Chapter 22

Szayel walked outside to be welcome by the cold night air. Upon stopping at his car door, he gazed up at the almost rising sun. Morning was coming, he thought to himself. He had only little time left to get an answer because by sun rise, the evidence would be gone.

Unlocking his car door, he climbs in and starts his engine. His motor cries and sputters the first couple tries before completely starting itself up. The vent in his car blows out a massive burst of hot air. Frantically, he reaches over and turns it off. Griping to himself, he backs out of the parking lot and sets off down the road.

He absentmindedly stares forward, thinking of the task at hand. The unforgettable "thump" that seems to still be echoing in his thoughts. He shakes his head, the thumping noise shouldn't still so livid in his mind. It should be turning into a faded memory again.

His eyes narrow as he hears a loud continuous honk in the distance. Driving over the hill, he spots a car at the side of the rode. He curiously slows to a stop right next to it. Stretching across his passenger seat, he squints to take a look inside the car.

He sees a massive amount of black hair laid against the steering wheel. He mentally urges the person to move around a little bit so he can see their face, but nothing happens to his luck. Huffing, he turns back around and reaches for the car door handle. Before pulling it open, he looks up and his breath is caught in his throat.

Across the street stood a man covered head to toe by shadows. The only distinct color on him was purple. Glowing purple eyes. Szayel's eyes watered, his mouth had gone dry, and he could feel his throat close up as he stared at the figure.

He opened his mouth to say its name. Only to be interrupted by the sudden change of air in the car and the soft thud of the door closing. He closed his mouth and leveled his breath. Cursing under his breath, he glared at his old leader from his window. Closing his eyes, he quickly turned around to see who was occupying his passenger seat.

His eyes widen as he stares into a glowing purple and dark green eyes. His face flushes as he stares at the twitching Ulquiorra. His eyes showed a mixture of pain, agony, and ecstasy.

"Thump," Ulquiorra whispers out loud before Szayel could feel the shaky hands of the shadows pull him backwards. Ulquiorra watched as he thrashed around with a silent scream in his mouth. He could hear his mental words.

Help me! Help me!

Don't just watch!

Snap out of it, Ulquiorra!

HELP ME!

Ulquiorra's chest felt heavy as he watched his comrade die in front of him. His heart felt heavy, but his mind held no words. Soon, Szayel became still. The darkness around him reclined, and purple eyes met the mixed matched purple-green ones. As the purple eyed man started to fade, Ulquiorra went back to normal. Back to green. Back to his car. Back to being unconscious with a dead man in the car next to his.

Grimmjow lay in a heap on the floor. The connection on the other line still hadn't ended. Although all you could hear was silence, he believed that that was the only connection he had left of her.

He watched the lighting above him start to flicker on and off. He had heard Szayel leave over an hour ago. He was alone, defenseless and probably in an unsafe environment.

He had thought about calling Ulquiorra, but he hated the idea of ending the call. He'd just wait until something interfered with signal. Ripping his eyes off the light, he stared at the little bit of sun that was starting to come up. He looked over to the clock by the bed he once occupied.

4:37 am.

Pushing himself up to a sitting position, he glared hard at his missing foot. How was he supposed to move? To get around? To get from this place to another?

Exasperatedly, he slammed his upper body back on the floor. What was he talking about? He could flash. He could get to places. He thought to himself angrily.

He looked back to the phone and felt his features soften. The last time he spent with her, he was worrying over Orihime. The time before, he went into fight rage and almost hurt her. He was a horrible person to her. He closed his eyes, thinking to himself.

Then again, he began thinking, she didn't treat me in the right way either. He suddenly felt his blood boil. The time she finally says what he wants to hear is when he's about to murder some kid. When she's terrified of him. How was that any better than him? It was petty and it made him feel so...baffled at the thought that what she said may have been the truth.

Glancing back to the phone, he calmed back down. What was his thinking? She was gone and there was nothing he could about it.

"..."

He stared curiously at the phone now. Taking it in his hand, he pulled it closer to his ear.

"..."

Continuous mumbles could be heard on the other line. Licking his lips, he closed his eyes.

"Nel?" He gently asked through the phone. He pressed the phone harder against his ear waiting for a reply. "Nel?" He tried again.

"..."

He heard mumbles again. He knew it. Something was there, but he wasn't sure what. Or who it was for that matter. He hoped to whatever God that was listening to him that it was Nel.

"Nel?" He whispered into the phone again. He furrowed his eyebrows together in worry. Please let it be Nel, he thought to himself. "Nel?"

"..Grimm...it..." He could make out words now, but they were all too soft to be heard.

"I...I can't hear you." He said, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence. His heart felt heavy, ready to burst into joy or severe agony.

"..Grimmjow...it hurts..." He heard Nel whine on the other line. He could tell by the tremor in her voice that she was crying. He felt his heart swell, she was okay.

"Are you hurt? Where? How much? Are you okay?" He started asking frantically.

"I...it hurts. Everywhere. Everywhere hurts," she said, pausing for a hiccup. "I need help." She said, her voice breaking off at the word "where" into sobs.

"I swear to you, Nel. I'm going to help you. It'll be the last thing I do tonight and the first thing I'll do this morning." He said sternly, he felt possessiveness invade him system. He didn't know how he would do it, but he would help her.

Nel lay on the floor in a heap. She looked around at all the broken pieces of her belongings around her. Tears started to swell up in her arms. Her throat ached from all the screaming she did.

She carefully picked herself off the floor and made her way to the bathroom. Opening the door slowly, she flinched as it made a little creaking sound. Flicking on the lights, she closed her eyes and slowly opened them as they adjusted to the newly bright light. She stared in horror in front of the mirror.

Her bottom lip was busted, and she found dried blood trailing from her nose. Her eyes were puffy and red from all the crying she had done. Her clothes were ripped here and there, showing enormous dark bruises that had begun to form. Her teeth were stained red with her blood. She noticed the metallic taste of it immediately afterwards and was now profusely spitting as much of it from her mouth into the sink as she could.

A few of her fingers were jammed, making them swell and turn a purple color. Her hair was stuck to her face, grimy and disgusting as ever. Her fingernails held dirt underneath. And her arms and legs were covered in bruises.

I'm a ragged bruised and beaten doll, she thought to herself. She could still feel herself shaking. Her mind was a torturous place, making her repeat what just happened several times in her head.

She lay still on the floor. Her vision blurred and her lungs aching for air. The figure stood above her, he crouched down, pulling her up by her shirt. He was tall and lanky, that was the only thing she could remember.

She remembered him gently caressing her face with his fingertips. He slipped a hand into her hair, feeling the back of her head on the open gash he had made. She shivered underneath him as she felt him beam with joy.

Removing his hand, he slid it instead to her slides. Obviously enjoying every curve he encountered, he placed his hand under her shirt on her tummy. She looked in his eyes before feeling the gears turn in his head.

She squirmed, screamed, and thrashed around underneath. Knowing that no matter how much it hurt to move, she had to fight.

He laughed loudly as he felt his prey realize her position. He repeatedly threw her back down as she tried to get away.

He held her down for the last time, keeping her on the floor by the throat. He forced her to look at him in the eyes and he smiled.

"I told you I'd hurt you and Orihime if you didn't comply."

Nel took several steps back from the mirror, and began to hyperventilate. She remembered now. Oh, how much she wishes she hadn't.

The man that broke into her house.

"Nnoitora..." She whispered in fear to herself, she heard someone run into her house while shouting out her name.

Ulquiorra groggily opened his eyes. He covered his face with his hands as the sunlight evaded his state of mind.

"What..?" He asked himself as he looked around. He was heading towards Nel's place when he left. What had happened? Why was he at the side of the road? Why was it morning?

His mind filled up with question after question. Shaking his head, he reached down to start the car to find that the keys were missing. Slamming his back against the seat, he sighed in frustration. He looked to his left and was surprised to see Szayel's car beside him.

He leaned forward, trying to find out what in the world he was doing here. Szayel's car windows were shaded and he couldn't see anything in. Opening his car door, he walked over. Cupping his eyes, he leaned in to look in side. He immediately took several steps backward.

His mouth had gone dry and he stood in bewilderment. Once again cupping his hands, he took another look inside to make sure.

Szayel sat in the passenger seat, dead, pale, and without any eyes. He shuddered as he continued to look inside of his car. Ulquiorra felt his face flush as he spotted his car keys on the floor on the passenger side.

Gulping, he stepped back and mentally prepared himself. Opening Szayel's car door, he was hit with the smell of the dead man. Quickly covering his nose, he bent over and got his keys.

He didn't have time to think about it. If he was out for that long and something like this happened right next to him, he wondered what else could've happened.

Getting back in his car, he high-tailed it out of there in the direction of Nel's. He didn't understand, and the town just didn't feel right.

He couldn't remember anything after leaving Grimmjow with Szayel, and that's what scared him the most.

I'm so sorry that it took forever to update. Last week, I came down with something. I had it all week, well into this week. I felt like it was anime con week all over again. I had diseases only baby whales with dying chickens inside them had.

Thank you to those who reviewed, favorited, and/or followed this story.

To those who reviewed:

lovely smile : Awwwe :D Thanks!

Tuliharja : At least Nel's alive! I…I can't say the same for Szayel...

hapezibah : I'm glad I could make you feel like that :D Although...I don't think you like feeling like that XD Thanks! :)

ulquihime7980 : Well, if you follow the anime on adult swim, it should be showing up soon. Unless they put fillers in and restart the series again -_- If not, then the purple eyed man will show up :D You've already seen him. You know about him. From the first arc to this one. He's been mention. But his eyes haven't changed until now when he evolves ;)

. .Sakura : Ulquiorra's trapped in all of our fangirl worlds :) Haha XD

LoveMulan : Haha! XD Hey Rissa :) Why is your username: LoveMulan? The new school's treating me nice. Well, band's treating me well. Everyone else besides band people could...relearn some manners. But it's all okay :3 At least Golf's almost over! Now you won't have to miss class! Haha :) And I will :D

ILoveMnMs : The one you edited was the chapter before :) I couldn't get to you in time because I was in a rush to get this one published :D I HOPE YOU'RE HOME TOMORROW . I'll be in town :3

BlessedRain : I almost made you cry D: I'm sorry! XD Haha, don't worry. She's still here :) Oohh soccer :3 I've played soccer for the last 6 years. This is the first year I'm not playing. The school said I couldn't because I transferred in after try-outs. :P Oh well. :) Is your soccer team treating you well?

Strawberry-Chappy Forever : Oh, I know what you mean. If you know what I mean ;) Cold hands ;)

Again, sorry for the late update! I'll be able to get one up hopefully this week on time! :P :) Have a great day!