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The Watchers Programme: Chapter 5/2Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.
CHAPTER 5: Halloweenish Part I: Masks on (part 2)
Later that day, when Grimmjow closed the door of their luxurious condo behind him and kicked his chucks flying, not bothering to put them neatly into their mass wooden shoe storage his father had had custom-made and his mother had insisted on using, he was still dwelling on the upcoming Halloween party the school-board decided to throw in order to give the students the much-needed opportunity to interact and socialize in a less professional and more relaxed environment or some shit like that. He was pretty sure there was nothing in the brochure about being bound to their assigned hobbits permanently so he and Renji came up with the most brilliant plan to show their faces at the party to show their solidarity with the school spirit, then grab their stash and move on to more exciting places.
Masque of mortalityA scream, heard only by few humans, pierces the night. It carries a promise of pain and death. It has come to hunt and it found its prey in the human child with orange hair. Unfortunately for Ichigo, Rukia is running late... and a hollow strikes a moment too soon.
The voices stopped. No more screams, no more cries for help, no more cries of pain.
Is it over? The pain in my chest faded away. No more agony, only cold. And silence.
No, it shouldn't be that quiet.
That creature... Hollow. Where did it go? It lured me out. It attacked Karin. And Yuzu. I was too weak. All I could do was jump in front of them. Have to protect. Have to save.
That mask, that white mask was so close. It tore my flesh and feasted on it. Was that all it took? Where did the pain go? I feel... nothing. Empty. Hollow.
No, I do feel. My body. It's heavier; it's hard to move. The weight on my face is unfamiliar.
My flesh... it burns. It stings like when you fall asleep
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