Running for relief (Open)

A mirror shattered on the ground, shard of shimmering glass cutting the girl; seeping red liquid spilled across her reflections. It seemed quite adept. Kaiyo just stood there, not registering anything on her face. Pain had become a constant, she could try and avoid it as much as she liked but she couldn't seem to escape it. Then came the fire. All her dreams seemed to end in fire at the moment.

It started with a crash, a crack in the sky that exploded through her body like a jolt of power that tried to kill her. It never did. It just felt hollow, empty and void. Then around her, smoke began to seep in. Pungent in the air like poising. It swirled around her small frame with a menacing intent. The dark swirls of choking gas got thicker, the world grew darker and every inhale seared her lungs with the smoke. Unable to cling to the smallest amount of oxygen, she dropped to her knees. Her sweating hands scraping and scrambling at the floor for something, anything that might save her. Ash coated her body as a series of wounds began to appear. Not physically, but Kaiyo could feel them, hundreds, thousands even. Strikes and slashes that hit and stabbed at her body, each one stronger and more painful than the last. Death would be nice. But she knew how it would end, at the back of her mind the dread of every nightmare rang warning bells through her brain.

The pain was so severe in the final blow; so realistic. Unlike the others, the killing intent behind them, this one was worse, because she felt nothing but pain. This pain offered no honour or even hope of death, only eternal and never ending pain. Like her soul was being ripped from her boy, her heart cut out and re-sewn, her mind dragged from her head and moulded into another shape. Her chest tore open, she could feel her ribs splintering and breaking under the pressure. She couldn't breath, her ears registered only the roaring flames. Then once again came that final crack of thunder and she bolted upright.

Her eyes dilated in the dark around her, soaked in sweat, shaking; clinging onto her Zanpakuto for dear life. That was always the weirdest part; Kaiyo hated that sword, it didn't feel like hers, like she could be as cold and dark as the blade and yet every time she awoke from a nightmare, she'd clutching to it like it was her final safety net from a 100ft drop.

The rooms of the Soul Reaper Academy were shared, and this wasn't the first time but once Kaiyo's eyes adjusted to the light, she registered her room-mates around her, staring with startled and worried faces. She'd been screaming again. Her eyes traced along her arm, her unsheathed blade was at the throat of one of them. She dropped it instantly, jumping as it rattled against the wooden floor. 'S-Sorry guys' she sighed, her face burning red. They mumbled and snarled amongst each-other as they returned to their beds. Kaiyo didn't dare move, she couldn't go back to sleep, not tonight, not again.

Her hand rubbed against her forehead, wiping the sweat from her brow as she grabbed the nearest jumper and practically ran from her room. Running helped- always. It was the dead of night, a cloudless sky lay above and there was Kaiyo, sprinting with all her might across the Soul Reaper Academy in shorts and a jumper, not even in shoes. The cold hair smacked against her cheeks; this was the first ounce of relief she got.

Ezrachek had decided, after hours of hopeless attempt at sleep, that he would go for a walk, endulge him self in deep thought of the purpose of life and the thought of a God or some sort of Spirit ruling the fate of creatures. He had never been one to believe any of that stuff, but he did love to endulge himself in thinking of the higher life and all of that 'deep' thought. He had always used his famous saying before killing his opponents, allowing them to Pray to their Gods before ending their lives. He shuddered in fear at what he used to be, a monster, a mindless killer who slashed down anyone in his way. In a way, he was still that ruthless killer, however his skills and temper was honed by the second squad, which was just what he needed, a funnel to channel all of his power into some central purpose, rather than letting it flare wildly. He found himself near the Academy, as memories rushed back, from his spars with the other students, he always enjoyed beating them in spars, making himself known as the top dog in the academy. He even remembered his broken ribs, moving his hands towards his ribs in memory of his spar with Arawn, the shinigami who had nearly crushed his lungs in a final attack in their spar with each other. His mind wandered towards all of his friends that he had made, specifically Auryuu and Shakaku. He then noticed the sound of pattering feet moving towards him with haste. He looked up and noticed a small petite girl running towards him. Ezrachek had imagined himself moving, calculating the lack of fun there would be in that, and quickly decided against it.

The petite girl would either have to run through him, or stop and talk to him, either way it would be pretty fun.

Her dilated eyes seemed to return to normal as she slammed them shut, wincing slightly at the stinging that followed. Her steady pace had set into that ryhmic running she adored so much and her mind was already miles away. Her breathing, the chasing breeze and the sound of her bare feet treading through the soft grass; that was all she aware of. Kaiyo glanced back up, as always, just a little too late. Her hands flew up to block her face from the impending impact as she ran- full pelt, into a stranger.

She moaned loudly from the floor; unable to even believe her luck tonight. Scrambling up to her knees her wide eyes quivered at the man she'd just flattened, 'I'm so sorry!' she begged, bowing to show her respect. She didnt even know if he was a shinigami or not, but in such situations it was always safer to be extra polite. Her shaken state had pounded back into her chest upon impact and she couldn't will her body to stop it. 'I just, I didnt think anyone else would be around and i wasn't really looking and i'm so sorry- are you okay?' she rambled on, even her voice unable to remain the least bit steady. Beads of sweqat began to form at her brow, despite the cool night weather; she was burning up.