A friend of mine glanced over this recently and told me to stop being a lazy mother fucker. Well. to bad man. Hardly anyone is gunna read most of this crap even if I did a good job lol.
I can not remember shit about Szayelaporra's personality. So, he might be a little different. I have a foggy idea. So thats what your going to get lol. TO lazy for research. Uhh, he is important for the plan. Sorry if you dont like chapters with him but he needs to be developed.
Song of the day is 'Keep Your Eyes Peeled' by Queens of the Stone Age
Chapter 12: The Good Doctor
The lights that illuminate the halls here are dim. I cannot really tell you what color they cast, but I can say that they help only to accentuate the monochromatic feel of the world of which they are born from. It is like a purgatory, a place that slowly eats away at your senses.
There are windows tracing the shape of the hall; strait and perfect. They have a type of draw to them. They seem to call to me. They whisper a promise freedom, familiarity, and of course disappointment. I already know whats on the other side of them. An endless expanse of nothing. It's almost beautiful.
But I will ignore them today, I want to wander closer to something. Closer to something that has recently captured my curiosity in this seemingly soundless palace. I noticed an odd feeling of being watched whenever I come near this place.
So I walk in and explore the expanse of the unknown area till I hear a strange sound.
There is a faint scratching coming from somewhere down below. A feeling shook through me like a warning. A chafing underneath my skin as I stare at the floor beneath me. Then there is a loud bang. So loud it makes me jump a little.
Its ominous and shakes the floor beneath me.
Bang.
Its getting closer, whatever it is. I cant think; my chest is constricting.
Bang.
I can smell something wrong tracing the air. Swirling. So faint, it is so faint. The smell of something rotting.
A twisted breath sounds from the vents near by. Choking and painful. It could just be the air though. It should be.
Bang.
The floor looks like its rising. As if it is alive and breathing. Something is right under me.
Bang. Bang. Bang. BANG! BANG!
Then suddenly... it stops. It is if there was nothing there at all. I do not feel safe. I have never explored this part of Los Nochas. This building always felt ominous.
What was that? Should I search for it?
No.
"Tsk."
I gasp and quickly turn around to the sound. My hair whips and blurs past me, bits of it fall in front of my eyes as it settles. In front of me stood one of the Espada. I recognize him from the meeting. The one with pink hair and glasses. I do not know his name. He wasn't really looking at me, his eyes were dimmed but sharp. He seemed a little empty to me somehow.
"Hello..."
I say a bit to quietly. His eyes quickly snap down to mine. He is assessing me, I can not get a read on his expression. It is very guarded but contains no fear. I can feel something ticking away. A sound resembling deaths call.
"You." He says finally. His voice is very cultured and decisively calm. The tone is somehow demeaning. Almost disgusted. "How did you get in here?"
I open my mouth to answer only to have him hold up a hand. Silencing any reply. A short crude laugh escapes him before he continues. His hip sways a bit as he places a hand on it. The pose he takes is haughty and impatient before he says, "Nevermind, I have ceased to care. Out. Just walk yourself out the way you came and do not come back pest."
Then he walks away and waves his hand dismissively at me as he pass's.
I watch him walk. A little confused. A little curious.
"What is your name." I find my self asking.
He continues to walk.
I begin to move toward him. You could call me stupid. Its just that his attitude leaves a familiar taste in my mouth. It is bitter and foul.
I do not like being ignored.
My foot steps mingle with his as he continues to walk. Eventually he sighs turning to me, a hand of his elegantly places itself on his forehead in a show of irritation and Impatience.
"You foolish little toy. I told you to get out. Leave me alone."
I look up at him, my feelings of fear from before smothered.
"Could you tell me your name?" I ask persistently.
His lips turn in disgust before he laughs again.
"Curious are you? Why do you need to know?"
"I don't, I just..."
"Then why do you ask?"
"Because I wanted to."
His face turns into an expression that makes a mockery of smiling with the hand on his forehead lowering to his glass's as he pushes them up. I smell something floral in the air now.
Then the floor below suddenly makes that scratching sound again. The sound is stronger than before and getting increasingly frantic. Its now everywhere, in the ceiling, in the walls. It feels like its in my bones.
"Do you now? And who are you to demand anything of me. To want to know anything about me? Do I look like those idiots you play with?"
I have heard lines like these before. These Espada are oddly similar in there thought process's. Idiots? I can guess who he means.
I must look surprised to him because he laughs lightly, the smile on his face getting darker as he seems more entertained. The scratching is distracting. Can't he hear it to?
"All I did was ask for your name."
My voice is more shaky then I wanted it to be. It must be the noise. The smell is getting stronger to. I am starting to feel sick.
"So you did." He says this in a bored tone. "And I asked you to leave. You did not listen did you?"
"I will."
"Yes. You will."
The world suddenly gets wobbly, why am I so dizzy? The scratching is becoming painful. I place my hands on my ears in an effort to muffle them.
"Doing that will not help you." He says this as if I am funny. Like I am laughable.
"Am I going to die?" I ask.
I cant. I need to get away.
"No. You are going to leave obviously. I recommend you do not come back. I will not be so forgiving to a lesser being such as you the next time you walk down my halls. Who knows what might happen if the mood strikes me hmmm?" he says gently with a bit of a tired edge churning behind each word.
Then I felt something wrap around me. It felt like a hand with long fingers. Fingers that are unnatural and have far to many joints.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Take that thing away. Toss it out. I need to finish this without that things smell distracting it." He orders whatever was holding me dismissively.
My eyes are heavy, my body is suddenly relaxing in the strange grip that is wrapped around me. The world is becoming fuzzy, the Espada in front of me is nothing more than a pink and white blur at this point. I can hear his foot steps as he draws away. They echo far louder than they should.
It's almost painful.
The thing that holds me drags me further and further away. The constant scratching turning every sound into white noise.
Eventually, all of it fades away into a blank white canvas as my consciousness disappears.
I do not know how long I was out.
"Hey. Get up woman."
I bolt up at the familiar sound, and hit my head on something hard. There is a sudden gasp of pain that accompanies my own after the impact. I open my eyes and the world slowly clears into view. Grimmjow is sitting near me his eyes squinting and irritated.
"Grimmjow?"
"Hey." He answers.
Something stinks. I am wet for some reason.
I look down to find my clothing covered in some dark black muck. It smells like blood. I feel sick.
"Whats going on? What happened?"
Grimmjow crosses his legs then rests his chin on his hand before answering me.
"It didn't drop you when I asked. So I killed it."
"You killed it? What?"
"One of Szayelaporro's 'things'."
"Szayelaporro?"
His face shifts in confusion before he answers.
"The octava espada."
Sayzelaporro. That must be who he was.
