Post by Diega Huesa on Nov 16, 2010 6:36:58 GMT -5
*where...where am I...*
* I'm... I'm trapped in a blackness... all consuming... even for Hueco mundo.... I see nothing... I feel nothing... I smell nothing... the only sensation left to me is hearing.... and that is drowned out. The voices... thousands... screaming all in a chaotic chorus... drowning out my own thoughts... howls that press into me... crushing me... trying to trample me underfoot... subjugating me. Trying.... trying to DEVOUR me...*
* Confusion.... then fear.... the fear of divine retribution... of non-existance.... the fear that helped me... motivated me to survive all those years.... long enough to be reborn... I try screaming... I try clawing my way out... blindly against these intangible black walls.... this... this can't happen... it won't happen... I won't let it....*
* then anger.... this... this is their damned fault.... Its hard to think... but... I remember... those... damned soul reapers.... that carrot top and that little bitch of his... just like those fucking pigs before them.... they left me like this... wounded... vulnerable... weak... I... I can still remember... yes... the look in that bitches eyes... staring down at me like... like I was NOTHING!!!*
* I focus on those eyes... those cold blue eyes.... on the emotionless expression on her face... that same look those dejoh snobs gave me as a little girl, living in squalor on the streets. Their noses where stuck in the fucking air... they thought the same as SHE does.... that they are better than me. The anger boils.... turns to hate.... and through this.... gives me clarity.... gives me focus.*
* With each second the voices... the screams begin to die down... growing quiet... growing still... fading like bad dreams in my mind.... and my sight begins to slowly return... Trailing my other senses and perceptions. I can feel them... other hollows all around me... but it’s different than the other times... their different... I can smell it... TASTE it... I don’t smell rivals*
*These are Prey*
* All hell breaks loose... each one of these cock-suckers going ape-shit… going after the others. I lunge ahead... screaming as I drive my teeth into the nearest one’s neck... ripping open it’s damned jugular. Its blood washes over me as I feast on this bastard with insatiable fervor... not leaving a single speck of this fucker behind. Again... and again... and again. One after another... I ravage every fucking one of these dejoh to TRY to fuck with me... reveling in their anguish... their screams… as I take them down. And with each one I kill... each one I devour... I can feel myself growing stronger... taking their strength and adding it to my own. As my mouth curls back, blood dripping from my teeth…*
* I begin to laugh*
* With each one that falls... my laugh grows louder... Reveling in my blood-lust as the numbers keep thinning… One after another after another... Until there are only a few of us left standing. I let the lizard-man play with the demonic crayfish as I set my sights on the centipede... He’s fast... his back armor might be hard, and his pinchers sharp... and that bullshit where he burrows in the sand to bushwhack me might be a pain in his ass... but his underbelly is still nice and soft. I wait for the right moment before I let his momentum help me gut him from tail to head. The last two are already at each others necks... I could just wait for them to tire each other out....*
* but taking advantage of their distraction and killing them both at once is a lot more fun*
* I stand there in the epicenter of this massacre... never really having noticed it was some big room somebody’d dumped us all in for sport... not really caring either, cackling as I crack open fish-boys shell for a little victory celebration. Always loved those little things. God I’m a filthy mess... covered in multicolored blood and gore. I slide my tongue down to sloppily lap it all up… just now realizing my body’s different than it was before... more streamlined. But since I survived all of this, it handles just the same.*
* Moments later... some kind of commotion behind me. A door forming in the wall... shining a blinding light into the room. 3 shadows standing at the mouth... I can hear talking... some effeminate ass-hole groveling all kinds of nerdy shit I don’t really understand, or give two shits about, to the guy in the middle. Some crap about subject 32.*
* Dunno why I should care... I’m busy eating here!*
* I finish stripping out the crayfish before turning my full attention toward the door. My eyes adjusting to the light, as I start to come back to my senses. And I don't especially like the vibe that slowly creeping over the blood-soaked floor.*
*The effeminate jerk is doing all the talking... some pink-haired fruit with glasses congratulating me on my performance... telling me I've assure myself a place in the reserva Espada. Espada... I've herd that name before. A crew of bad-asses who run this place. That wouldn't be so bad... if he didn't bow and nod to the guy in the middle... telling me that I will serve my 'new master' well.*
* Then the scent finally makes it through the gore... and my eyes open wide... before narrowing again... a low growl like a cornered cat dragging across my mandibles. Pinky over there... he might look human but smells like a Hollow... but the other two...*
* On the far right is this silver-haired guy... who's smiling as wide as a coyote that's eaten an entire coup of chickens. And the guy in the middle... the brown haired dude, he's got this creepy little smirk on his face... but his eyes are cold.*
* Their dressing in white can't hide that their both soul reapers!*
* Why... why the hell would an Arrancar be taking orders from a fucking Soul Reaper? What the hell is going on? This... this is some kind of fucking setup... isn't it? These damn reapers are tricking me... trying to keep me complacent while they experiment on me... Not going to fucking happen. I'm out of here!*
* In an instant I'm in a mad dash for the door, my new body bridging the distance in mere seconds... with only the guy in the middle standing in my way. Thinking about it now... something was off beforehand... how he just stood there, still smirking, not even trying to move or attack or anything as I came up... all that concerned me was getting the fuck out of dodge. If he didn't want to move, I'd tear my damn way through him. I reach back and shove my talons right through his clavicle*
* But where there's supposed to be the usual cracking, the delicious sound of flesh being sliced open, and the mist of arterial spray... there's nothing. It's like moving through some veil... don't have the time to figure out what the fuck just happened before it hits me... like the weight of a damn freight train bearing down on every inch of my body... forcing me down on my knees... then sprawl me out on the floor. I can't move... too scared to barely think... I'm just left to see as a shadow forms around me. He's standing there, looking down on me, those same cold... calculating eyes....*
* Is... is this all coming off of him...*
* The other two start gawking... coyote doesn't have the same grin he did a second ago. All the while pinky starts talking about failure... about actions like this won't be tolerated... talks about disposing of me. The middle guy just turns around, walking out... never even looking at either of us as he says that won't be necessary... a warrior with such fire should not be wasted. Before saying something about 'prepping me', he tells me I would be wise to remember who my master is.*
* then.... everything goes black again...*
* I wake up... all bandaged up, in some kind of specimen jar... I try to struggle... but... too tired... like I've been starved or something... can't sense anything.... can barely hear others outside.... that's it. It's like I'm waiting for the executioner to flip the switch... afraid of what's coming... and tormented by the wait. Soon enough... I can feel something... someone... the same pressure as before... but something more to it... a white... overwhelming power added to it. In an instant every inch of my body is set ablaze... this power coursing through it... like a thousand little needles driving into every cell of my body... I want to scream... I want to hold back... but I can't do a thing... I'm left in this crucified position as the blankness turns a blinding white...*
* then... just like that... it's over...*
* The first sensation I feel is cold... my bare body laying sprawled out over the floor... my skin no longer an armored shell... but as it was in life... laying in a field of tattered bandages and smoke. I open my eyes.... the area slowly coming into focus... seeing the silhouettes of all the other arrancars that surround me... laying before the guy from before... smoke lofting from one hand. That smirk forms across his face again... as he looks down on me, and asks me my name.*
* for the first time in a while... I'm actually afraid to answer.... laying there... so helpless and exposed there...*
" diega... Diega Huesa..."
* Soon... he introduces himself; Soske Aizen, lord over Las Noche's and commander of the espada. I've apparently just been drafted into their reserves... evolved from a hollow to an Adhojas... and then into an arrancar. As all is explained to me... I start forgetting the bad taste about that master stuff... especially the part about my being more powerful. Each passing second I can start feeling it... that sickly feeling passing as I start feeling better than I have in my entire unlife. And that's not even the best part... soon enough I'm told we're at war with Soul Reapers!*
* As thoes words pass his lips... I smile... feeling my fangs grind together. I guess I'm not as completely human looking as I thought. Fine by me. I stand up, looking this guy straight in the eye... no longer so shy about my lack of apparel.*
"When do we get started... sir?"
* This is wonderful. I've been bestowed with great power... and with this... there will come great suffering.*
* I can hardly wait.*
* I'm... I'm trapped in a blackness... all consuming... even for Hueco mundo.... I see nothing... I feel nothing... I smell nothing... the only sensation left to me is hearing.... and that is drowned out. The voices... thousands... screaming all in a chaotic chorus... drowning out my own thoughts... howls that press into me... crushing me... trying to trample me underfoot... subjugating me. Trying.... trying to DEVOUR me...*
* Confusion.... then fear.... the fear of divine retribution... of non-existance.... the fear that helped me... motivated me to survive all those years.... long enough to be reborn... I try screaming... I try clawing my way out... blindly against these intangible black walls.... this... this can't happen... it won't happen... I won't let it....*
* then anger.... this... this is their damned fault.... Its hard to think... but... I remember... those... damned soul reapers.... that carrot top and that little bitch of his... just like those fucking pigs before them.... they left me like this... wounded... vulnerable... weak... I... I can still remember... yes... the look in that bitches eyes... staring down at me like... like I was NOTHING!!!*
* I focus on those eyes... those cold blue eyes.... on the emotionless expression on her face... that same look those dejoh snobs gave me as a little girl, living in squalor on the streets. Their noses where stuck in the fucking air... they thought the same as SHE does.... that they are better than me. The anger boils.... turns to hate.... and through this.... gives me clarity.... gives me focus.*
* With each second the voices... the screams begin to die down... growing quiet... growing still... fading like bad dreams in my mind.... and my sight begins to slowly return... Trailing my other senses and perceptions. I can feel them... other hollows all around me... but it’s different than the other times... their different... I can smell it... TASTE it... I don’t smell rivals*
*These are Prey*
* All hell breaks loose... each one of these cock-suckers going ape-shit… going after the others. I lunge ahead... screaming as I drive my teeth into the nearest one’s neck... ripping open it’s damned jugular. Its blood washes over me as I feast on this bastard with insatiable fervor... not leaving a single speck of this fucker behind. Again... and again... and again. One after another... I ravage every fucking one of these dejoh to TRY to fuck with me... reveling in their anguish... their screams… as I take them down. And with each one I kill... each one I devour... I can feel myself growing stronger... taking their strength and adding it to my own. As my mouth curls back, blood dripping from my teeth…*
* I begin to laugh*
* With each one that falls... my laugh grows louder... Reveling in my blood-lust as the numbers keep thinning… One after another after another... Until there are only a few of us left standing. I let the lizard-man play with the demonic crayfish as I set my sights on the centipede... He’s fast... his back armor might be hard, and his pinchers sharp... and that bullshit where he burrows in the sand to bushwhack me might be a pain in his ass... but his underbelly is still nice and soft. I wait for the right moment before I let his momentum help me gut him from tail to head. The last two are already at each others necks... I could just wait for them to tire each other out....*
* but taking advantage of their distraction and killing them both at once is a lot more fun*
* I stand there in the epicenter of this massacre... never really having noticed it was some big room somebody’d dumped us all in for sport... not really caring either, cackling as I crack open fish-boys shell for a little victory celebration. Always loved those little things. God I’m a filthy mess... covered in multicolored blood and gore. I slide my tongue down to sloppily lap it all up… just now realizing my body’s different than it was before... more streamlined. But since I survived all of this, it handles just the same.*
* Moments later... some kind of commotion behind me. A door forming in the wall... shining a blinding light into the room. 3 shadows standing at the mouth... I can hear talking... some effeminate ass-hole groveling all kinds of nerdy shit I don’t really understand, or give two shits about, to the guy in the middle. Some crap about subject 32.*
* Dunno why I should care... I’m busy eating here!*
* I finish stripping out the crayfish before turning my full attention toward the door. My eyes adjusting to the light, as I start to come back to my senses. And I don't especially like the vibe that slowly creeping over the blood-soaked floor.*
*The effeminate jerk is doing all the talking... some pink-haired fruit with glasses congratulating me on my performance... telling me I've assure myself a place in the reserva Espada. Espada... I've herd that name before. A crew of bad-asses who run this place. That wouldn't be so bad... if he didn't bow and nod to the guy in the middle... telling me that I will serve my 'new master' well.*
* Then the scent finally makes it through the gore... and my eyes open wide... before narrowing again... a low growl like a cornered cat dragging across my mandibles. Pinky over there... he might look human but smells like a Hollow... but the other two...*
* On the far right is this silver-haired guy... who's smiling as wide as a coyote that's eaten an entire coup of chickens. And the guy in the middle... the brown haired dude, he's got this creepy little smirk on his face... but his eyes are cold.*
* Their dressing in white can't hide that their both soul reapers!*
* Why... why the hell would an Arrancar be taking orders from a fucking Soul Reaper? What the hell is going on? This... this is some kind of fucking setup... isn't it? These damn reapers are tricking me... trying to keep me complacent while they experiment on me... Not going to fucking happen. I'm out of here!*
* In an instant I'm in a mad dash for the door, my new body bridging the distance in mere seconds... with only the guy in the middle standing in my way. Thinking about it now... something was off beforehand... how he just stood there, still smirking, not even trying to move or attack or anything as I came up... all that concerned me was getting the fuck out of dodge. If he didn't want to move, I'd tear my damn way through him. I reach back and shove my talons right through his clavicle*
* But where there's supposed to be the usual cracking, the delicious sound of flesh being sliced open, and the mist of arterial spray... there's nothing. It's like moving through some veil... don't have the time to figure out what the fuck just happened before it hits me... like the weight of a damn freight train bearing down on every inch of my body... forcing me down on my knees... then sprawl me out on the floor. I can't move... too scared to barely think... I'm just left to see as a shadow forms around me. He's standing there, looking down on me, those same cold... calculating eyes....*
* Is... is this all coming off of him...*
* The other two start gawking... coyote doesn't have the same grin he did a second ago. All the while pinky starts talking about failure... about actions like this won't be tolerated... talks about disposing of me. The middle guy just turns around, walking out... never even looking at either of us as he says that won't be necessary... a warrior with such fire should not be wasted. Before saying something about 'prepping me', he tells me I would be wise to remember who my master is.*
* then.... everything goes black again...*
* I wake up... all bandaged up, in some kind of specimen jar... I try to struggle... but... too tired... like I've been starved or something... can't sense anything.... can barely hear others outside.... that's it. It's like I'm waiting for the executioner to flip the switch... afraid of what's coming... and tormented by the wait. Soon enough... I can feel something... someone... the same pressure as before... but something more to it... a white... overwhelming power added to it. In an instant every inch of my body is set ablaze... this power coursing through it... like a thousand little needles driving into every cell of my body... I want to scream... I want to hold back... but I can't do a thing... I'm left in this crucified position as the blankness turns a blinding white...*
* then... just like that... it's over...*
* The first sensation I feel is cold... my bare body laying sprawled out over the floor... my skin no longer an armored shell... but as it was in life... laying in a field of tattered bandages and smoke. I open my eyes.... the area slowly coming into focus... seeing the silhouettes of all the other arrancars that surround me... laying before the guy from before... smoke lofting from one hand. That smirk forms across his face again... as he looks down on me, and asks me my name.*
* for the first time in a while... I'm actually afraid to answer.... laying there... so helpless and exposed there...*
" diega... Diega Huesa..."
* Soon... he introduces himself; Soske Aizen, lord over Las Noche's and commander of the espada. I've apparently just been drafted into their reserves... evolved from a hollow to an Adhojas... and then into an arrancar. As all is explained to me... I start forgetting the bad taste about that master stuff... especially the part about my being more powerful. Each passing second I can start feeling it... that sickly feeling passing as I start feeling better than I have in my entire unlife. And that's not even the best part... soon enough I'm told we're at war with Soul Reapers!*
* As thoes words pass his lips... I smile... feeling my fangs grind together. I guess I'm not as completely human looking as I thought. Fine by me. I stand up, looking this guy straight in the eye... no longer so shy about my lack of apparel.*
"When do we get started... sir?"
* This is wonderful. I've been bestowed with great power... and with this... there will come great suffering.*
* I can hardly wait.*