Dastardly Three.

Cover art done completely by myself.

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WARNINGS! Slight language, some disturbing imagery, my continued shit attempt at 'nursery rhymes'

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~.:. Chapter Three: Screams From The Black.:.~

Can you hear our cries,

We are the souls he has eaten.

Bloodied and broken,

Stained and disgustingly beaten.

Something crucial missing,

Through the gaping holes.

The hunger for what was lost,

It steadily and frighteningly grows.

They say, "Heartless, we are,"

And that is perfectly true.

We won't stop ever,

It's all we'll ever do.

We chase and we scream,

Your kin we devour.

The hysteria we create,

In your final hour.

We are his monsters,

Or perhaps his children?

What you all shall hide from,

Under the blankets the whole night in.

We called him evil.

And we called him dastardly.

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The thing that I hate about legends, is the fact that over years parts of the story are lost. And not just miniscule details, sometimes the really important things are forgotten. That's the worst! You go in, expecting one thing and are faced with something completely different!

And I can't help but scream at myself… Why?! Why was this forgotten?! Who could be foolish enough to forget something so important?

… But we all were foolish enough to forget everything so we –yes, myself included –can say nothing at all. Ignorance is bliss?

No. Not at all and that so called blissful ignorance cost each one of us dearly.

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6 Summers after my birth

I stood before my new home, the house nearly completely finished. The excitement rushing through me kept me from keeping still; I was practically bouncing off the walls! There was no way I could contain myself! Finally, after waiting for what seemed forever, we were going to be moving into our new home in the woods.

Despite the protests of my grandfather who remained in the village, we were moving in. I was going to be living side by side with all the forest folk! My sisters would get to grow up in all this magic and wonder. Who wouldn't want to live here? It was like a paradise on Earth!

And I could tell mother and father were just as excited as I was.

"Ichigo, my dear! It's time for dinner!" My mother called me inside and I ran to her, laughing. I swore that that night I was going to sit out and watch the stars.

As I joined the rest of my family at the table, we said our grace and began to tuck into the delicious food mother had prepared. Mother started the conversation.

She glanced to my father. "Dear, your father is wanting us to come into the village and visit him again."

Father looked confused. "Didn't we just visit him last week?"

"Love… It's been a month."

The shocked expression on my father's face made Yuzu and Karin giggle. Father rubbed his chin. "Good grief! Has it really been that long?" Mother nodded. "Well, that's horrific! We'll have to apologize as soon as we get there! We can go visit tomorrow."

With that settled, dinner lapsed back into comfortable silence. I scarfed down the rest of my food and asked if I could go free –after washing my hands, of course. Mother laughed and nodded her head. Practically squealing with glee, I ran to clean up and was outside in the setting sun.

Climbing the nearest tree, I sat down in one of the lowest branches, leaning against the trunk. I watched the setting sun, kicking my dangling leg back and forth. And that's when the magic started.

I stared in awe as little fairy lights began to fill the night. They flitted to and fro, playing tag and chasing one another. I could hear their tinkling laughter and my heart filled with joy. The yearn to suddenly grow a pair of wings overtook me and I leaned into the wind, dreaming it were true.

I was a fairy, flying about with my friends, building flower wreaths and living in the highest leaves. Life was beautiful and fulfilling.

"Ichigoooo!"

And my dream was shattered.

"C'mon dear! It's time for bed, you silly little boy!"

With a sigh I climbed down the tree and ran back home, my mother smiling at me from the doorway.

I slipped inside and got ready for bed. That night, I dreamt of fairy magic.

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"Hey, Ichigo, quit messing with your cloak. You're going to mess it up, mister." My father ruffled up my hair and stepped further into the village. Our old neighbors waved and grimaced, keeping their distance. I couldn't help but watch them in confusion. Some even grabbed their children and yanked them back inside their houses, slamming their doors shut.

They'd started acting like this as soon as we announced we were moving into the forest. Karin and Yuzu held each other's hands as they ran forwards, giggling. I turned to watch them, ignoring the rest of the villagers. So long as my family was happy, I could care less about the rest of our old home. Well, except grandfather, of course.

Speaking of such, I watched as mother stepped up onto his porch and knocked at the door. The door slid open, exposing a smiling Renji. "Well well well! Glad you all could make it!"

Yuzu cried out in happiness and lurched forwards into a run to Renji. He laughed and hefted her high into his arms. Spinning her around, he held her close. "And how's my big strong girl today?"

She giggled and hid her face shyly into his neck. The chuckles between my parents and Renji slowly quieted down as he bowed his head in respect.

"If you're looking for Yamamoto, he's in his study." Renji nodded back into the house, Yuzu peeking out from his shoulder.

Father nodded. "Thanks Renji." As we all strolled in, he looked back at Renji. "Ya know… Dad couldn't have picked a better housekeeper."

Renji rolled his eyes, smirking. "Oh, ha ha. Laugh at the maid." He gently set Yuzu upon her feet and strode over to the study door, knocking gently.

Grandfather's gruff voice called through. "Yes?"

Renji leaned against the frame. "The family's here. Thought you might want to see them soon as possible."

Sounds of things shifting and footsteps filtered through. Suddenly the door was yanked open and there stood grandfather in all his tall bearded glory. "Isshin, my boy!"

"Dad!" And then arms were flying as they held each other close. Grandfather's eyes open to look at mother.

"Masaki!"

She smiled kindly, bowing her head respectfully. "Yamamoto." He laughed and pulled her into the hug as well. Yuzu and Karin giggled from in the background. My parents pulled away and his aged eyes looked around excitedly for us.

When they caught sight of the girls, a great smile grew. "Aaaah, there you are! My beautiful young girls." He bent down to his knees, beckoning them forth as they giggled and ran into them. He hugged them tightly. "Oooooh, look how big you are becoming! Every time I see you two, you both are so much prettier. Just like your mother."

Mother laughed softly, father smiled with pride. As grandfather stood up he let the girls go. "And where is my strapping young lad?"

I smiled softly and stepped to him, head bent down, embarrassed. He kneeled in front of me, a hand resting upon my crown. "Goodness, you are becoming quite the young man! Look how thick your arms are becoming, great gods! You'll have young ladies flocking around you in no time!"

All the adults burst out into laughter, I blushed and looked further to the ground. As grandfather stood up yet again, he rested his hands upon his hips. "Well, I think it's about time we ate dinner. Renji, would you be so kind?"

The young man bowed and stepped off into the kitchen. Grandfather motioned to the dining room and we all took our seats. Conversation made the time fly by and before we knew it, dinner was placed before us and we were all digging in. Shortly after, mother took my little sisters up into the spare room for a nap.

The older men of the family shared a look and then father was resting his hand upon mine. I looked to him as he smiled gently. "Ichigo, my boy. Why don't you go outside and play for a bit. See if Shinji wishes to play, okay?"

With confusion, I nodded and left the room just as mother stepped in, sliding the door closed behind her. I don't know what possessed me to stay behind, but I did. Pressing my ear to the door, I tried to breathe as quietly as possible.

"Masaki. Isshin. There's something we must discuss." Grandfather's voice. He sounded grim.

"If it's about the house in the forest, father, we've already been over this." Father's voice, exasperated.

"Yes, I know we have, but I must bring it up again. You must not stay there! It is not safe! How can you ignore such warnings?"

"Yamamoto, please try to understand." That was mother with her sweet soft voice. "Our children begged this of us and we wish them to be happy. Why should we hold back simply because of fairytales made to scare wandering children?"

"You know well as I that those are not just tales! Those aren't legends! Those are truth; history! Where do you think fairytales come from?!" Grandfather.

"Fairytales come from imagination and drunken nights, father."

"Oh gods… If that's how you truly feel, then I have raised a fool!"

"Father!"

"Don't you 'father' me! I raised you better than this! I didn't just tell you those stories to keep you up at night, to make sure you kept out of the forest! That forest is cursed, Isshin. Why do you think we live outside the line of the trees and so close together with other people?! To protect ourselves! You greatly assume much if you think the monsters will keep a blind eye to your family."

"Please, we do not wish to fight." Mother again. "We just came to visit like you wanted us to. We will worry about the forest should anything come to happen, but until then, we will remain peacefully."

"The reason I called you here wasn't just to see my grandchildren! It was to try and talk some sense into you! I'm only trying to protect my family. Don't make me watch my family die while I can do nothing! Don't make me relive the horror of watching loved ones fall before me."

Uncomfortable silence reigned supreme. I shifted on my feet, readying myself to turn around and leave when whispers yanked me back to the door.

"How dare you bring mother into this." Father sounded livid. "Don't you dare try to guilt me into moving my family back after all the work we put into moving there."

"Isshin… I'm not trying to guilt anyone… This situation reminds me so much of how I lost your mother and you just like her are as stubborn as a mule. I can see now how fruitless my endeavors to change your mind are… Just, Isshin. Promise me, that you'll be safe? Promise me you will be fine?"

A slight pause. "Of course father. I promise. We will stay safe."

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2 Summers later

"Itsugo! Run faster! That DiamondSpitter is gaining on us!"

"Aaaw maan, why did I let ya guys talk me inta this?!"

"Because ya know ya love it, Pesche!"

"Oh gods, if ya know what I'm sayin'!"

I smiled brightly, near hysterical with giddiness as we all four –Nel, Pesche, Dondochakka, and I – ran through the forest, dodging trees and leaping logs. The angry mother dragon chased after us faster, her biggest diamond clenched tightly in Nel's bloodless fingers.

We were all panting and sweating and… having a blast!

Pesche threw his head back hollering out a big hoot as we pushed faster. "Oh! Oh my gods! Ha ha ha! Too much fun, just don't trip!" The skinny goblin laughed harder. Nel bounced from tree trunk to tree trunk, laughter spilling out as she bobbed and weaved in front of us.

"But Pesche! That's half the fun!"

We all looked up at her, worry suddenly taking hold. Pesche slanted his eyes at her, suspicious. "What's part of the fun?"

She cackled and began throwing twigs down at us as she jumped faster. "Seeing who trips first!" The evil little witch had the audacity to laugh harder. I felt all the blood rush from my face, listening to Dondochakka and Pesche cry out in horror. "Ah, Nel! Are you trying to get us killed, ya know what I'm sayin'?!"

"Yeah, Nel! What in the mud crunchin' world are ya thinkin'?!"

She laughed harder and started throwing more sticks and twigs down, the dragon roaring in anger. I glanced back horrified.

I'd been friends with these dreadful three for almost a year now. Almost a whole year of dangerous games, running blindly through the forest from untold beasts; almost a whole year of nearly dying every time we hung out. Well, nobody could say my life wasn't exciting.

I jumped dodged and evaded to my best ability. Running as fast as I could, I weaved through trees away from Dondochakka and Pesche and Nel. The dragon had spotted me and was chasing me down.

Damn it! I was panting for air, my lungs burning and wheezing. The trees were becoming more and more sparse. Sooner rather than later, that dragon would have a straight shot to me, no more trees to hinder its speed.

Welp, I was royally screwed and was going to die young just like I always knew would happen… Just never thought it would like this. Just as I was running past a huge grey tree, a hand seemingly morphed out of nowhere and yanked me inside of the tree.

As fear took me, I opened my mouth wide to scream, just as another hand clamped over it and the dragon burst through the tree lining. I glanced wide eyed behind me, cold hand grasping me gently. Blue cloudy eyes stared back at me, a finger press to his own mouth, shushing me.

Relief filled me as I recognized the cold hands and blank face. Grimmjow.

We both jerked our attention to the forest outside the hole, the dragon roaring as it stomped around outside. Its huge nostrils flaring as it sniffed at the ground. The muscles in Grimmjow's body tensed as she came closer, Grimmjow backing further into the darkness.

"AAAAH! NEL WHYYYY?!"

The dragon's head shot up, and with a deafening roar, shot off towards the sound of laughter and screaming. Both Grimmjow and I slowly relaxed, relief whooshing from our lungs in giant gusts. He gently set me upon my feet. Stepping forwards, I poked my head outside, just to be sure that the she-dragon was really gone. Shooting a smile back at my friend, I stepped out into the sunlight.

Laughing, I twirled around with giddiness and utter relief. I'd never felt so alive! I had lived! With a burst of laughter louder than the rest, I fell backwards and laid upon the soft grass; dirty bare feet, rested beside my head. With a mischievous grin, I threw my arms around the closest leg and yanked his foot out from under him.

Not even a yelp sounded as he fell down. There he laid, sprawled out staring to the sky as I crawled over and rested atop his bare chest. Eventually, his cloudy, vacant, beautiful eyes turned to me. I smirked down at him and leaned forwards. I looked at all the dirt and leaves and other grime caught in his hair and skin.

With a dramatic wave and gasp for air, I jerked away, pulling a disgusted face –jokingly, of course. His eyebrow jerked slightly upwards for a second before flat lining once again.

"If you cannot stand my stench, why are you always near me? Some form of masochism?" His deep velvet, lifeless voice sent chills up and down my spine. Not quite sure what masochism meant nor did I understand the feeling in my fluttery stomach, but I knew that I liked them both… I think?

Standing to my feet, I held my small hand out to him. He stared at it for the longest time, before taking hold and standing as well. He let me drag him along through the forest, the sound of trickling water filling our ears.

His head tilted to the side like it always does when he hears something interesting. Those gorgeous eyes flickered to me. "A bath then, I take it?"

An enthusiastic nod was his response and as the stream came into view, I let go of his hand. He entered into the stream of his own volition while I quickly stripped from my own clothes. I watched as he stepped into the gentle current, goose bumps pricking all over his skin, nipples peaking with the cold, but no change in expression nor stance to show he even felt the frigid temperature.

It always intrigued me how alive and yet not he was. I'd always meant to ask why but never could find the courage to honestly say anything…

Shaking the depressing thoughts from my mind, I inhaled deeply, and ran to the shore leaping far into the water. Water ice cold surrounded my senses and I flailed for the surface. Breaking topside, I gasped desperately, teeth chattering as I held my arms close to my chest. Glancing over to Grimmjow, I saw a bland smirk curling his lips, eyes blank but I could picture the gleam they'd have would he have been normal. He waded over to me, pulling me to more shallow water, holding me close so as to not let me be washed away.

I secretly enjoyed it, my face stained red with shyness. He glanced around and then back down at me, blank faced as he began to run his wet fingers through my hair, running free the grime caught there. Systematically, he washed my back and ears. I leaned into his touch, enjoying the innocent caresses. Once he finished, I turned to return the favor.

With flowing movement, he kneeled in the water so I could reach his head. A flush covered my entire face as I ran my fingers through his hair, the soft strands even better than I could even imagine. I ran my fingers down his strong muscular back in wonder. I followed the curves and lines up and down, tracing everything.

He sat still and let me do as I pleased. I had the urge to kiss him.

In horror, I jumped away, out of the water, and to my clothes. He lifelessly watched me grab my things and run away. Confusion swamped me. I couldn't understand what I was feeling and why.

Why? Why did I wish to kiss him? When I ran into Szayel, and he saw my confused face, he put two and two together and chuckled, shaking his head.

"It means you like him, silly boy."

Shock surrounded me as I stared off into the darkening woods. I… Liked Grimmjow?

Color stained my face and I hid my growing smile. Yes, that was right.

It… felt right.

I had a crush on my dearest friend Grimmjow.

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4 Summers later

"We are here to discuss the will and final testament of our good friend Yamamoto."

Lord Ukitake's head raised from his palm, eyes red and swollen. "Yamamoto?" He waved Yoruichi on.

She nodded once, shifting more comfortably upon her bench. I sat in the front pew of the court, head bowed and fingers twiddling. I promised I would not cry. I swore it.

My eyes were burning and pricking. I choked back an angry sob. I swore it.

She continued. "Here within lies my final will and wishes. Though my family may be broken and utterly tattered, I have yet that remain." Her eyes glanced up to me, as did every other pitying eye within the courtroom.

I hated every last one of them for it. Her eyes returned to the parchment. "And I have those dear enough to me that they are as if family. To my last living relative, and my beautiful grandson, I leave my money and my house. Although you already reside therein, for when you are older, it will be yours to keep or do as you will."

I choked again, hand coming up to cover my quivering lips. Urahara placed a comforting hand upon my shoulder. Shaking it off, I jerked away. I'd already mourned my family. There was no reason to make me do so again.

I wished that they would all stop staring at me.

"To my dear home keeper, Renji… I leave my books and study work. I know how much you wished you could have had your own, dreaming of a better education. I only hope they will serve you just as well as they served me. I am very grateful to you."

Renji's head bowed, eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed firmly into a line.

"But, I have one last request of you my dear boy. I ask that you take care of my grandchild, Kurosaki Ichigo, until he is able to live on his own. Be there for him as I can no longer be so. As your employer and dear friend, I beg this of you. Please honor an old man's final request.

"To my oldest and dearest friend and lord, Ukitake. I am sorry that things ended the way they did. Had I had the choice or the chance… Things would have turned out differently. You have all of my love and sincerest apologies."

Yoruichi rolled the scroll closed to a somber silence. Even Kenpachi –ever crude Kenpachi –was silent. Ukitake rubbed his brow, water glistening down his cheeks, trying to hide his unacceptable behavior. He lifted his arms, robes cascading down about him. "To Yamamoto."

The whole village within echoed. "To Yamamoto." And then the priests began chanting, villagers joining in as well. Renji stood up and over to me. He blinked and stared sadly.

"Welp, Ichigo. Looks like it's me and you now, buddy."

I glared at him. If it weren't for you and those stupid slayers I'd have the forest too! And everything within it! Why did I have to be stuck with you?! Just looking at you makes me sick! I wanted to scream all that at him and more, but I couldn't find the strength to open my mouth.

With a huff, I took off running, the priests still chanting, Renji calling my name.

I ran and ran until I couldn't anymore. Even when I stopped moving, I was still running away. Even when whatever in the forest made my heart race, no longer flickered across my memory, that's what I was doing.

Even when I couldn't remember why I was running anymore, I continued to do so.

After all, it had become second nature; just as my hatred for everyone came first. And if anyone mentioned hearing laughter following me around like a shadow, then I'd call them crazy.

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I couldn't stand the pain. There was no one left for me. Nothing left but sorrow and an empty shell. Not only had my family been stolen from me, but also my forest friends. And my chance for love with a vacant eyed man.

But then, as if all that wasn't enough, I had to lose those memories too? What had I ever done to deserve such atrocities?

You really wanna know?

I survived.

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Present Day

Shaking, I stepped to my mirror, and ran my fingers down the cracked glass. The grooves were thicker from the inside and thinner on the outside.

What… The hell?

I glanced around for any sign to explain to me why it happened; to explain what the hell was in my mirror. How could my reflection become so distorted? Had I hit my head earlier when falling? Why did that face make my head hurt and niggle with familiarity?

Stepping back away, I vowed to myself that that night I would throw out the mirror. I would not stew in this paranoia. Better to be rid of it than let it fester and turn into some sick –some sick obsession.

Nodding, I picked up a clean smithing apron from my drawer. Yes, that's right. I'll just throw out the mirror. Walking back outside, I watched as the sun slowly set below the village walls. People were still crowded around the area where…

The area where Ururu and Jinta's… blood was splattered. They held brushes and pails and were scrubbing away at the mess. Urahara was absent, more than likely at home mourning. Kenpachi was cleaning the spots near the top no one else could reach, Yoruichi consoling despondent children, asking where Ururu and Jinta were and why they couldn't play.

My heart lodged itself in my throat and I turned away. I couldn't let myself become attached because then I'd start to care and I would NOT allow that to happen. This hatred inside me was the only reason why I still pushed on. If I were to lose that…

What purpose could I possibly have left?

Walking along the cobbled road, I watched as villager after villager lit countless candles, firelight lighting the darkness. Red candles that smelt of cinnamon and honey. To honor the dead.

To honor the deaths of children.

I jerked my eyesight away, my hands clenching at my hips; sorrow niggling at my stomach. Perhaps I should go home. This atmosphere was far too heavy for me.

Nodding, having decided, I turned back around and walked back home to my house. Picking up the mirror, I carried it outside and rested it upon the ground beside the porch. In the morning, I would melt it down to perhaps make crystalline pottery.

But first, a good night's sleep. As darkness suffused, I climbed into bed and shut my eyes.

The scent of blood and tears burned my sense but if you were to ask, I'd only scoff at you.

You'd have to honestly care about somebody to lose sleep over them. And me?

I didn't care.

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My eyes shot wide open. This feeling of dread crept higher up my spine, damn near choking me with it. A cold wind blew against me and I grasped at my aching chest. What was this feeling? The burning of unshed tears yanked at my eyelids.

Why couldn't I breathe without pain?

There it was. My head shot up, eyes wide. The sound of scuffling and clacking teeth. Confused I looked to my high window, unable to see out of it. It was still far too dark to be much later than 3 hours past midnight. The sounds continued.

Whatever it was, it was coming from outside. Interested, I stood up. Grabbing my saber, I tiptoed to my front door, the feeling of horror growing in the pit of my stomach. Every hair on my body stood up, the sound coming from right outside my door.

Gently pressing my ear to the wood, I heard light scratching sounds, the door vibrating with the call. What the hell? Pulling my head back to stare baffled at the door, I pressed my ear back to the entrance.

Clacking teeth and then the quiet sound of a breathless chuckle. Suddenly, the sound of gusting air and then screams ripped through the night. I fell back from the door, a cry of alarm falling from my own lips.

Jumping back upon my feet, I rammed open the door, and looked around frantically, saber gripped tightly in my hand. The screams continued to echo around, candles flickering on from within homes, men and women alike running outside in their night clothes. The shrieks were gods awful!

Everyone was running to the sound. Byakuya pointed into the shadows. "There! I can see it moving!"

The flash of white teeth stained red with blood. Eyes glowing blankly in the dark. Gaping hole burned through the chest. Twisted limbs jerking about and curling, running around.

Bloodied hands ripping at something hidden in the shadows, unnatural groans calling into the night.

It looked to us, shadows obscuring the view. The screech it howled, ringing in our ears. An arrow flew, striking it dead center in the heart. It barely jerked, howling as it ran back into the shadows.

Laughter like burning acid echoed in our ears.

Byakuya pointed to the shadows. "That way men!" The guards chased off after it, cries of anger burning through the wind. My chest was heaving, something horrifying pushing at my mind. I jerked to when the sounds of frantic crying screams reached my ears. Running forwards, I stepped into the shadows.

Kenpachi had his fist buried within the village wall, blood dripping from busted knuckles, lips pressed tight into an angry scowl. Rukia had her hands rubbing Shinji's shaking shoulders, he on his knees.

On his knees buried in blood.

I choked. His bloodied hands were pressed to his chest, as he sobbed violently, a gore stained barrette clasped in white yet stained fingers. "Hiyori. Oh, my baby Hiyori. Not my Hiyori. HIYORI!"

There was no body. There was only blood and dancing shadows.

Suddenly, there wasn't enough oxygen in the air and I felt the world closing in on me. I –I had to get out. I had to get out of the shadows. I had to get into the light where I could see.

Home. I needed to get home. Without a glance back, I ran back to my house. There was tunnel vision; I could see nothing but the path to my home and then the door inside. After that, only my bed. Throwing myself upon it, I curled up into a ball and wheezed for air in the dark, hugging myself.

Why was this happening?! Who was DOING this?!

Trying to calm down, I laid there until I could think without panicking. With a heavy sigh, I rubbed at my burning eyes. Acting with a calm I really didn't feel, I stood up to light the candle within my room. Giving it a gentle blow to get the flame burning bright, I stepped back, relief filling me. As I turned to go back to bed, something in the corner of my room caught my eye.

Turning to it, I felt ice flood my soul and I couldn't breathe.

There –sitting where it once was –was my mirror, innocently staring back at me, as if it had never been moved.

As I stepped closer, the smell of blood filled my nostrils. My heart beat faster. Dripping down the cracked surface, were words carved with the macabre fluid itself.

YOU MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN ME

BUT I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN YOU

KNOCK KNOCK ICHIGO

THE REAPER'S CALLING

All feeling left me as I felt breath freeze down my back. I didn't dare look behind me, my entire body quaking in fear. Then, I heard my door shatter open just as I opened my mouth and screamed bloody murder.

As my sight blackened out, glowing eyes filled my vision and roaring, gods awful echoing laughter jumbled around in my head. A clawed hand reached from the shadows, ready to claw me to pieces as I fell to the ground.

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Ya really wanna know why?

I survived.

And became an obsession.

~.:. End of Chapter Three: Screams From The Black.:.~

Erm, yeah… Chapter Three.

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