Post by Lucas Lightner on Oct 3, 2016 22:46:55 GMT -5
“Tell me,” Lucas asked, his voice low. “What does death taste like?”
In the middle of a heavily wooded area well past the city lights of Karakura—which lit up the overcast cloud cover at this time of night—he kneeled in the dirt, his uniform slightly tattered and burnt, but not a single sign of bloodstain on him. Under his hand, glowing bright blue with his Spirit Weapon, was the mouth of an Arrancar, pinned to the ground by Lucas’ considerable strength. Even now, the creature writhed and fought, but Lucas used his knees to pin the thing’s body in place. From this angle, it could hardly get the momentum it needed to break free or hit him with any real force.
Beneath his hand, the bright glow of his Spirit Weapon started to grow. A separate light entirely, just as blue as the weapon itself, started to shine through the cheeks of the Arrancar, from behind its eyes, and even in twin beams out of its nostrils. The light grew with each passing second and the Arrancar turned its angry, muffled grumbling into desperate shrieks as Lucas looked on with an unflinching gaze.
Next, blood.
Lucas closed his eyes just as the creature’s skull exploded in a fiery display of royal blue and crimson red. Blood splattered over his face, along with the blackened, crispy remnants of what had likely been grey matter and skull. Around him, even some of the nearby trees got stained by the sudden and violent end to the creature.
Fitting, he felt, despite the mess that had absolutely ruined his blue uniform. After all, the monster had sought him out in the city and it had been up to Lucas to force their battle well past the populated areas and into a place where there would be no collateral damage. The Arrancar, he realized, didn’t seem to care at all. From what Lucas understood, Hollows in general preferred to eat a Quincy over a regular human—found them more delicious, for reasons he didn’t understand.
It just so happened that they also came with a much higher level of risk than your usual human soul.
As Lucas stood up, the blue glove around his left hand evaporated. He reached into his left pants pocket and pulled out a hand-sized, white cloth and did what he could to wipe away the thick blood and meat that had gotten onto his closed eyes and his face. Of course, it accomplished little but to clean him enough so he could see.
“Nasty,” he spat to no one and stuffed the cloth back into his pocket.
Before he went back to the city, however, Lucas decided to check his surroundings, just in case that Arrancar hadn’t been alone. His spiritual sense flared to life a moment later and he reached out to his immediate surroundings to see any sign of human life, no matter the form it came in.
And he found that he was, in fact, not alone at all. Someone notably stronger than that Hollow was nearby, but he couldn’t tell what, let alone who.
The glove for his left hand reformed in a bright flash.
“No use going for the sneak attack anymore,” Lucas called out to the forest. “I know you’re here, and I’d flatten these woods into a new football field before I let you get too close to me. Might as well come on out.”
He very much preferred to look these monsters in their hideous eyes before he killed them.
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590 Words
In the middle of a heavily wooded area well past the city lights of Karakura—which lit up the overcast cloud cover at this time of night—he kneeled in the dirt, his uniform slightly tattered and burnt, but not a single sign of bloodstain on him. Under his hand, glowing bright blue with his Spirit Weapon, was the mouth of an Arrancar, pinned to the ground by Lucas’ considerable strength. Even now, the creature writhed and fought, but Lucas used his knees to pin the thing’s body in place. From this angle, it could hardly get the momentum it needed to break free or hit him with any real force.
Beneath his hand, the bright glow of his Spirit Weapon started to grow. A separate light entirely, just as blue as the weapon itself, started to shine through the cheeks of the Arrancar, from behind its eyes, and even in twin beams out of its nostrils. The light grew with each passing second and the Arrancar turned its angry, muffled grumbling into desperate shrieks as Lucas looked on with an unflinching gaze.
Next, blood.
Lucas closed his eyes just as the creature’s skull exploded in a fiery display of royal blue and crimson red. Blood splattered over his face, along with the blackened, crispy remnants of what had likely been grey matter and skull. Around him, even some of the nearby trees got stained by the sudden and violent end to the creature.
Fitting, he felt, despite the mess that had absolutely ruined his blue uniform. After all, the monster had sought him out in the city and it had been up to Lucas to force their battle well past the populated areas and into a place where there would be no collateral damage. The Arrancar, he realized, didn’t seem to care at all. From what Lucas understood, Hollows in general preferred to eat a Quincy over a regular human—found them more delicious, for reasons he didn’t understand.
It just so happened that they also came with a much higher level of risk than your usual human soul.
As Lucas stood up, the blue glove around his left hand evaporated. He reached into his left pants pocket and pulled out a hand-sized, white cloth and did what he could to wipe away the thick blood and meat that had gotten onto his closed eyes and his face. Of course, it accomplished little but to clean him enough so he could see.
“Nasty,” he spat to no one and stuffed the cloth back into his pocket.
Before he went back to the city, however, Lucas decided to check his surroundings, just in case that Arrancar hadn’t been alone. His spiritual sense flared to life a moment later and he reached out to his immediate surroundings to see any sign of human life, no matter the form it came in.
And he found that he was, in fact, not alone at all. Someone notably stronger than that Hollow was nearby, but he couldn’t tell what, let alone who.
The glove for his left hand reformed in a bright flash.
“No use going for the sneak attack anymore,” Lucas called out to the forest. “I know you’re here, and I’d flatten these woods into a new football field before I let you get too close to me. Might as well come on out.”
He very much preferred to look these monsters in their hideous eyes before he killed them.
*****
590 Words