Chapter 1 The begining
The shadows danced on the walls, the flames silently raging, smoke heavy in the air. I glanced around coughing heavily, a tall thin body with jet black hair lay on the ground "I....is that me ?" I looked down at my chest noticing a large chain protruding from the base of my neck connected to the body "am... am I d...de..." I couldn't bring myself to say it.For as long as I remember I could see them, souls that is. most of them had these chains hanging from their chests, except for the large ones with the masks, which had large holes in their chest where their chain should have been, they were called hollows if I recall, and the soul reapers who fought the hollows, ones with their swords and black robes. My chain started to slowly dissolve from my body as if something was eating away at, it breaking my train of though, I panicked furiously grasping at my chain trying to stop it from vanishing, but it was not phased by my frantic scrabbling, it reached my chest. I screamed in agony, silently begging for something anything, to hear my calls of pain. I clawed at my chest, my nail digging large gashes which bleed profusely, tears leaking from my eyes, which were slowly being consumed by blackness my Iris's glowing yellow my pupils cat like, Pale green lines appearing from my eyes down my ,now white, face. A bone like mask started to form on my head, I gripped at it franticly tearing parts off it, I screamed feeling Intense pain on my back, huge black wings ripping forth from my flesh, a long pitch black tail thrashing around behind me."N...no I'm not ready to die, it all happened so fast, I can't die yet, m...my sister, I...I must see if she... She" I stood up shutting out the pain and ran through the house knew so well , I grew up in, if only I could stay longer. I slammed into my sisters room, hurrying over to her bed, franticly shaking her, ignoring the hot burn of the flames singing my hair and licking at my flesh. As I shook her she made no response, I looked up letting out a horrific howl of emotional and physical pain, "she... Why, she was too young" the thought repeated itself over and over. My vision blurred,seeing only darkness,I failed to stay upright, making a loud thud as I landing on the polished wood floor.