Post by Rainier Rucio on Dec 13, 2017 16:08:03 GMT -5
Heavy breathing echoed through one of Karakura Town’s numerous back alleys. Rainier clutched at his red-stained shoulder. The splotch of crimson slowly grew, dying even more of the predominantly white outfit in the bright color. The very center slowly started to darken as some of the older blood slowly dried, but mostly as the amount simply grew and grew. Worse yet, Rainier could still feel the heat from the spell that punch a whole right through the flesh and bone alone. It failed to cauterize completely and, instead, screamed at him even more loudly each time the spear in his left hand knocked against an uneven part of the asphalt.
With a grunt, Rainier’s back fell against the brick wall. He slide down it slowly until his ass met the asphalt of the alleyway. A smear of red followed his shoulder and he grimaced as he sat there and cradled the wound. Already he could feel his body begin to regenerate the injury on its own, but that was going to be a slow process for something as severe as a full puncture.
Which left him alone for the night, somewhere in the city’s commercial district, with only one good arm. Above him, the city’s lights reflected off the bottom of an overcast sky. The alley itself sported half a dozen puddles from the recent rainstorm. The closest one slowly turned red from the blood that ran off from his body and down towards it. Rainier’s chest shuddered and shook; part from the cold and part from the panic of being in such a densely populated area. Just a glance to the left or right revealed the early evening crowds walking down more brightly lit sidewalks and glowing storefronts.
More souls meant more Hollows looking for food. More Hollows meant more Shinigami. While the overwhelming majority of Shinigami doing patrols proved to be much weaker than Rainier, he discovered, it only took that one hard-working Officer to find him right now and put him in a premature grave.
He did not want to die, but he could not run away from here just yet and hide again. He had to stick it out in order to survive.
Minutes turned into an hour, then into two. The crowds thinned out, which allowed Rainier to relax. His bleeding slowly stopped and, gradually, the wound began to seal itself up. By morning, Rainier figured, he would be in one piece again.
That was until an air-walking presence—a Shinigami, he figured—started to make its way in his general direction.
Rainier’s bad hand tightened around the spear and, with great, painful protest from his shoulder, he used it to help drag himself to his feet. His back straightened out and he put on the best scowl he had before he plucked the bottom end of the spear from the asphalt.
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With a grunt, Rainier’s back fell against the brick wall. He slide down it slowly until his ass met the asphalt of the alleyway. A smear of red followed his shoulder and he grimaced as he sat there and cradled the wound. Already he could feel his body begin to regenerate the injury on its own, but that was going to be a slow process for something as severe as a full puncture.
Which left him alone for the night, somewhere in the city’s commercial district, with only one good arm. Above him, the city’s lights reflected off the bottom of an overcast sky. The alley itself sported half a dozen puddles from the recent rainstorm. The closest one slowly turned red from the blood that ran off from his body and down towards it. Rainier’s chest shuddered and shook; part from the cold and part from the panic of being in such a densely populated area. Just a glance to the left or right revealed the early evening crowds walking down more brightly lit sidewalks and glowing storefronts.
More souls meant more Hollows looking for food. More Hollows meant more Shinigami. While the overwhelming majority of Shinigami doing patrols proved to be much weaker than Rainier, he discovered, it only took that one hard-working Officer to find him right now and put him in a premature grave.
He did not want to die, but he could not run away from here just yet and hide again. He had to stick it out in order to survive.
Minutes turned into an hour, then into two. The crowds thinned out, which allowed Rainier to relax. His bleeding slowly stopped and, gradually, the wound began to seal itself up. By morning, Rainier figured, he would be in one piece again.
That was until an air-walking presence—a Shinigami, he figured—started to make its way in his general direction.
Rainier’s bad hand tightened around the spear and, with great, painful protest from his shoulder, he used it to help drag himself to his feet. His back straightened out and he put on the best scowl he had before he plucked the bottom end of the spear from the asphalt.
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477 Words
