Bleach - [Cirucci] - Almost Too Cruel
Title: Almost Too Cruel
Pairing: Cirucci
Rating: PG-13
Squicks/Spoilers: Up to post-Szayel fight.
Summary: A reflection in her moments of dying.
Author's Note: Speedfic challenge with bellumina and shadowgirl1605~ Prompt was atonement!
Her skin puckered oddly around the hole he'd left in her. She still smelled rank, the heavy odors of burnt skin and sweat almost too much. But, they, in this in-human world, had long grown used to such things. Bodies, blood, it seemed all they were all they knew in this plane, all they knew besides the power that brought them those.
Pale hands took her on orders that weren't from their only master. They worked swiftly. There were so many invaders and not enough of them. Whether she was alive or dead didn't really matter.
They dragged her up, like a broken doll, oblivious to her tears, her last choked gasps. Pathetic, they all thought. Sadly, so did she, through that veil of fear that crept along her senses.
Now, more than ever, she was helpless, completely at the mercy of forces than herself. She scoffed, blood trickling from her mouth. When had that happened? When had she let herself become so powerless? When had she let things descend to this?
She would have sobbed if the air could come to her lungs. She knew where this was leading. She knew where this was going and she could stop it. Shaky hands formed fists they didn't have the energy to keep. So soon. So soon. She wasn't ready for this.
Why did they have to take it away? Take it away like they'd taken everything from her? Her number, her dignity, her pride...
All that she had left was her life.
How pitiful. He'd thought it a kindness to leave her like that.
She would have spat, if she wasn't too busy gagging in pain at the hooks they'd buried in her, hanging her like so much meat.
It was too cruel. And that stupid quincy would never know.
Pairing: Cirucci
Rating: PG-13
Squicks/Spoilers: Up to post-Szayel fight.
Summary: A reflection in her moments of dying.
Author's Note: Speedfic challenge with bellumina and shadowgirl1605~ Prompt was atonement!
Her skin puckered oddly around the hole he'd left in her. She still smelled rank, the heavy odors of burnt skin and sweat almost too much. But, they, in this in-human world, had long grown used to such things. Bodies, blood, it seemed all they were all they knew in this plane, all they knew besides the power that brought them those.
Pale hands took her on orders that weren't from their only master. They worked swiftly. There were so many invaders and not enough of them. Whether she was alive or dead didn't really matter.
They dragged her up, like a broken doll, oblivious to her tears, her last choked gasps. Pathetic, they all thought. Sadly, so did she, through that veil of fear that crept along her senses.
Now, more than ever, she was helpless, completely at the mercy of forces than herself. She scoffed, blood trickling from her mouth. When had that happened? When had she let herself become so powerless? When had she let things descend to this?
She would have sobbed if the air could come to her lungs. She knew where this was leading. She knew where this was going and she could stop it. Shaky hands formed fists they didn't have the energy to keep. So soon. So soon. She wasn't ready for this.
Why did they have to take it away? Take it away like they'd taken everything from her? Her number, her dignity, her pride...
All that she had left was her life.
How pitiful. He'd thought it a kindness to leave her like that.
She would have spat, if she wasn't too busy gagging in pain at the hooks they'd buried in her, hanging her like so much meat.
It was too cruel. And that stupid quincy would never know.