Post by martamos on Jun 23, 2010 8:59:09 GMT -5
Malus's apartment building stood only few blocks from Karakura hospital. The black and gold ten story apartment building had only just been rebuilt after that Vizard and Shinigami had damaged the top few floors he had to live in a hotel for a few weeks before had had his living area rebuilt on the top two floors.
He had sworn on that day that he would have revenge on the Vizard Satsu, the only Vizard he had ever respected. His cousin among dragons.......
He growled to himself as he paced around his living area, the large black walled room was full of white furniture. Over his massive bed there was a tribal etching of a fiery dragon that covered the wall inlayed in gold.
Sitting cross legged on the floor he let his thoughts race, his power was not yet enough and he knew it. He would have to unlock his true power if he could ever have a chance of defeating Satsu.
Relaxing his limbs he slipped into a relaxed state of meditation, laying his Zanpakuto across his lap. It had struck him a while back that the Zanpakuto of Vizard, Shinigami and Arrancar were all the same, the sealed form of their true power.
To gain more control of their power Shinigami and Vizard meditated with their Zanpakuto in order unlock there power.......why could an Arrancar not do it too.
Focussing on his weapon he joined his Reiatsu with the Reiatsu in his blade letting it flow between. As he did he tried to force his mind into his weapon enveloping it with his consciousness. Gritting his fanged teeth he segmented the Reiatsu in his blade and forced his will through the gaps.
With a jolt he found himself ripped from his body, at least that’s what it felt like. He felt like he was spinning a tornado of crimson fire swirling around him enveloping his body and mind........
He was in a dark room, trying to get up he swayed unsteady. He remembered he was on a ship just leaving the Eastern Chinese coastline. There had been a series of murders in Tokyo and he had been hired out to the authorities of Japan to solve the mystery. The man that could kill without being seem or herd.....and without leaving a mark.
It would finally be a challenge after four years of easy captures from Britain to China. At last his boredom would end. He smiled to himself running his tong over his right canine tooth, a habit had developed due to his canines being longer than the average.
He sighed to himself, he never going to get back to sleep now his mind was working too much. Jumping out of his cot he pulled on his black shirt and fastened his long sword to his side. Stifling a yawn he walked out of his cabin and swayed slightly with the ship.
As he passed several of the ship hands he nodded to them. The ship hands jumped out of his way with their heads down in respect and he could tell ‘fear’.
He knew the stories they told about him, that he was cursed, that he had sold his soul to the devil for greater intellect and his personal favourite....that he ate the souls of the murderers he caught. He was used to it, he was not even allowed around most temples.
Walking onto the sundrenched deck he saluted the captain, “Raymond,” he said respectfully, the man had been his captain for years and before that he had know his mother. In all honesty he was the closest thing to a friend he had.
The shaggy haired man turned to him, “Mal you’re up early?”
Malus felt his mind jerk again and the image faded, he tried to pull out but his Reiatsu trapped him there with more power than he ever knew he had. His thoughts began to change again and he found himself standing a street surrounded by shack houses.
Mal held his musket ready in front of him, he had spent the last two weeks tracking this murderer relentlessly. The monster that seemed to kill without mark or trace, he finally had him.
He was close now he could feel it; he had sent his men around the block to make shore than Murderer could not escape. He advanced carefully into the slum gun ready and his other hand on his sword.
He moved carefully, three members of his team had been killed over the last few weeks so it was clear the killer had some idea who he was and from the damage to his hotel had already tried to kill him.
Today........would be his day.
Suddenly a man’s scream ripped through the night breaking his concentration. Forgetting his control he ran in the dirrection of the scream. On the southern edge of the slum he found what he was looking for, Sakura Saito his partner in this case and many others.........was dead. He looked over his body for some mark....anything that could show what had happened to him.
Another scream of terror from the opposite dirrection shocked him from his grief. Leaving Saito there he ran through the slum in the dirrection of the scream vowing that let the Vermin escape. However once he had reached half way another scream reached him from the east......then two more from the west corners.
His team was dead........he did not need to check because he knew. He was alone now with an invisible killer that would now b coming for him. A savage smile curled his lips and his eyes seemed to glow with joy. Throwing his musket to his left hand he drew his sword and waited for the Murderer to show himself.
Even if he died now he would be happy for he would know the face of his prey and his hunt would be complete, one way or another. The greatest hunt of his life, to hunt a hunter that could not be stopped the very thought set his heart beating like a humming bird.
A ripple caught his attention to his right, ‘that was him’ he thought to himself. The creature did not know he could see him and was savouring his kill. But Mal Destino knew he was there and he had three shots to get him before he got him. And strangely the image of the killer was getting clearer in the corner o his eye, the killer who ever he was was huge at least ten feet tall. How could they have missed him?
Turning suddenly he aimed at the grey and white smudge and fired. The second he squeezed the trigger the smudge was gone. Feeling a sensation down his spine that told him that the creature, whatever it was, was stand behind him.
Turning on the spot he fired without stopping, the smudge dodged out the way before he had even pulled the trigger. One shot left, he looked around the space he was in.......there was nothing. Had he run? Was he hiding? His new instinct told him that he was close by in fact...............it felt like he was right behind him.
Turning dramatically he slashed wildly. His swing was stopped by a massive grey hand; he gulped looking up into a massive angular skull like mask with two glowing red eyes looking at him. Staggering back he fired his last round at the beast; the bullet just glanced off it.
The creature laughed at him before swiping at him a massive hand........
His vision flicker and he found himself in sprawled in the mud a short chain dangling from his chest.
Rising to his feet Mal looked around waiting for his hunter. It was time to fight and he knew it, it had been over a month since the Hollow had killed him. After his chain was cut he had only stayed ahead of the Beast through intelligent tactics and a new speed that had over taken his limbs since his death.
At first he could barely breathe but over time as he avoided the demonic beast his breathing had become easier and now he felt stronger than ever before. But he was not strong enough to win.....not yet.
He had had enough time to figure out a method but he wanted to wait for his hunter before he did it. It was the only chance he had to win and he refused to lose.
He felt his hunter approach, the skull headed beast loped over the hill side and paused as it sore him. It laughed to himself and lopped down the hill.
“Here we are again Mal,” it said its voice echoing in an odd fashion, “I missed you in Osaka.”
“Alastair,” Mal said as respectfully as he could, “ready to die.”
Alastair laughed even harder at that beating the ground with its giant hand causing it to shake, “what makes you think you can fight me now, you seemed better for running than anything?”
Mal smiled in his trademark way and grabbed hold of his chain link, “This way!” he yelled then pulled. The pain was greater than he ever imagined as he forced his link off his chest.
As it came free he felt his body explode with energy and felt himself grow in size and power, rising high above Alastair. As his growth stopped he suddenly felt ill, vomiting up a strange white liquid which curved its self around his face curving into a solid shape.
He mind was clouded, he could not remember what he had been doing or why he was there or even what or who he was. All he knew was that he was hungry and angry and that all of his anger was directed at the creature before him that was covering from him in fear.
Roaring his rage to the heavens he charged the smaller creature clamping his new jaws over its tiny neck.
Malus roared in rage and pain as he came out of his dream. His body was rippling with crimson Reiatsu and his Zanpakuto flickering with bright flame like Reiatsu which quickly spread over his body changing him to his Released form.
His skin was scaled and black, his hair longer with black horns pocking through it, a bladed tail whipped behind him slashing through the air. The rippling Reiatsu around his body did not go away however but grew stronger filling his body with adrenalin and power. He felt the flap of wings at his back, a sensation he had not felt since his transformation.
He went for the balcony to clear his head but to his surprise he smashed through the glass doors as he moved with unnatural speed. Needing to do something with the power he raised his hands in the air together and fired the largest Cero he had ever fired into the sky so large it dwarfed his apartment building and those around it.
As the Cero died the Reiatsu around him faded along with the sensation of wings on his back. He looked into the sky, a perfectly circular hole in the clouds was visible. His eyes widened......what had he done just then.
He thought back on what had dreamed, he could only remember scattered facts. A ship, a musket, Tokyo, the name Mal Destino and one other name.......Alistair.
These fragmented imaged of his past had unlocked something within him, and had to find whatever remained of Alistair’s legacy if he wanted to find it again.
Me smirked to himself and let his Resurrección fade away, he felt strong and fitter than he had before. He did not know what he had accomplished but looked down at his reformed sword he knew that he liked it.
He had sworn on that day that he would have revenge on the Vizard Satsu, the only Vizard he had ever respected. His cousin among dragons.......
He growled to himself as he paced around his living area, the large black walled room was full of white furniture. Over his massive bed there was a tribal etching of a fiery dragon that covered the wall inlayed in gold.
Sitting cross legged on the floor he let his thoughts race, his power was not yet enough and he knew it. He would have to unlock his true power if he could ever have a chance of defeating Satsu.
Relaxing his limbs he slipped into a relaxed state of meditation, laying his Zanpakuto across his lap. It had struck him a while back that the Zanpakuto of Vizard, Shinigami and Arrancar were all the same, the sealed form of their true power.
To gain more control of their power Shinigami and Vizard meditated with their Zanpakuto in order unlock there power.......why could an Arrancar not do it too.
Focussing on his weapon he joined his Reiatsu with the Reiatsu in his blade letting it flow between. As he did he tried to force his mind into his weapon enveloping it with his consciousness. Gritting his fanged teeth he segmented the Reiatsu in his blade and forced his will through the gaps.
With a jolt he found himself ripped from his body, at least that’s what it felt like. He felt like he was spinning a tornado of crimson fire swirling around him enveloping his body and mind........
He was in a dark room, trying to get up he swayed unsteady. He remembered he was on a ship just leaving the Eastern Chinese coastline. There had been a series of murders in Tokyo and he had been hired out to the authorities of Japan to solve the mystery. The man that could kill without being seem or herd.....and without leaving a mark.
It would finally be a challenge after four years of easy captures from Britain to China. At last his boredom would end. He smiled to himself running his tong over his right canine tooth, a habit had developed due to his canines being longer than the average.
He sighed to himself, he never going to get back to sleep now his mind was working too much. Jumping out of his cot he pulled on his black shirt and fastened his long sword to his side. Stifling a yawn he walked out of his cabin and swayed slightly with the ship.
As he passed several of the ship hands he nodded to them. The ship hands jumped out of his way with their heads down in respect and he could tell ‘fear’.
He knew the stories they told about him, that he was cursed, that he had sold his soul to the devil for greater intellect and his personal favourite....that he ate the souls of the murderers he caught. He was used to it, he was not even allowed around most temples.
Walking onto the sundrenched deck he saluted the captain, “Raymond,” he said respectfully, the man had been his captain for years and before that he had know his mother. In all honesty he was the closest thing to a friend he had.
The shaggy haired man turned to him, “Mal you’re up early?”
Malus felt his mind jerk again and the image faded, he tried to pull out but his Reiatsu trapped him there with more power than he ever knew he had. His thoughts began to change again and he found himself standing a street surrounded by shack houses.
Mal held his musket ready in front of him, he had spent the last two weeks tracking this murderer relentlessly. The monster that seemed to kill without mark or trace, he finally had him.
He was close now he could feel it; he had sent his men around the block to make shore than Murderer could not escape. He advanced carefully into the slum gun ready and his other hand on his sword.
He moved carefully, three members of his team had been killed over the last few weeks so it was clear the killer had some idea who he was and from the damage to his hotel had already tried to kill him.
Today........would be his day.
Suddenly a man’s scream ripped through the night breaking his concentration. Forgetting his control he ran in the dirrection of the scream. On the southern edge of the slum he found what he was looking for, Sakura Saito his partner in this case and many others.........was dead. He looked over his body for some mark....anything that could show what had happened to him.
Another scream of terror from the opposite dirrection shocked him from his grief. Leaving Saito there he ran through the slum in the dirrection of the scream vowing that let the Vermin escape. However once he had reached half way another scream reached him from the east......then two more from the west corners.
His team was dead........he did not need to check because he knew. He was alone now with an invisible killer that would now b coming for him. A savage smile curled his lips and his eyes seemed to glow with joy. Throwing his musket to his left hand he drew his sword and waited for the Murderer to show himself.
Even if he died now he would be happy for he would know the face of his prey and his hunt would be complete, one way or another. The greatest hunt of his life, to hunt a hunter that could not be stopped the very thought set his heart beating like a humming bird.
A ripple caught his attention to his right, ‘that was him’ he thought to himself. The creature did not know he could see him and was savouring his kill. But Mal Destino knew he was there and he had three shots to get him before he got him. And strangely the image of the killer was getting clearer in the corner o his eye, the killer who ever he was was huge at least ten feet tall. How could they have missed him?
Turning suddenly he aimed at the grey and white smudge and fired. The second he squeezed the trigger the smudge was gone. Feeling a sensation down his spine that told him that the creature, whatever it was, was stand behind him.
Turning on the spot he fired without stopping, the smudge dodged out the way before he had even pulled the trigger. One shot left, he looked around the space he was in.......there was nothing. Had he run? Was he hiding? His new instinct told him that he was close by in fact...............it felt like he was right behind him.
Turning dramatically he slashed wildly. His swing was stopped by a massive grey hand; he gulped looking up into a massive angular skull like mask with two glowing red eyes looking at him. Staggering back he fired his last round at the beast; the bullet just glanced off it.
The creature laughed at him before swiping at him a massive hand........
His vision flicker and he found himself in sprawled in the mud a short chain dangling from his chest.
Rising to his feet Mal looked around waiting for his hunter. It was time to fight and he knew it, it had been over a month since the Hollow had killed him. After his chain was cut he had only stayed ahead of the Beast through intelligent tactics and a new speed that had over taken his limbs since his death.
At first he could barely breathe but over time as he avoided the demonic beast his breathing had become easier and now he felt stronger than ever before. But he was not strong enough to win.....not yet.
He had had enough time to figure out a method but he wanted to wait for his hunter before he did it. It was the only chance he had to win and he refused to lose.
He felt his hunter approach, the skull headed beast loped over the hill side and paused as it sore him. It laughed to himself and lopped down the hill.
“Here we are again Mal,” it said its voice echoing in an odd fashion, “I missed you in Osaka.”
“Alastair,” Mal said as respectfully as he could, “ready to die.”
Alastair laughed even harder at that beating the ground with its giant hand causing it to shake, “what makes you think you can fight me now, you seemed better for running than anything?”
Mal smiled in his trademark way and grabbed hold of his chain link, “This way!” he yelled then pulled. The pain was greater than he ever imagined as he forced his link off his chest.
As it came free he felt his body explode with energy and felt himself grow in size and power, rising high above Alastair. As his growth stopped he suddenly felt ill, vomiting up a strange white liquid which curved its self around his face curving into a solid shape.
He mind was clouded, he could not remember what he had been doing or why he was there or even what or who he was. All he knew was that he was hungry and angry and that all of his anger was directed at the creature before him that was covering from him in fear.
Roaring his rage to the heavens he charged the smaller creature clamping his new jaws over its tiny neck.
Malus roared in rage and pain as he came out of his dream. His body was rippling with crimson Reiatsu and his Zanpakuto flickering with bright flame like Reiatsu which quickly spread over his body changing him to his Released form.
His skin was scaled and black, his hair longer with black horns pocking through it, a bladed tail whipped behind him slashing through the air. The rippling Reiatsu around his body did not go away however but grew stronger filling his body with adrenalin and power. He felt the flap of wings at his back, a sensation he had not felt since his transformation.
He went for the balcony to clear his head but to his surprise he smashed through the glass doors as he moved with unnatural speed. Needing to do something with the power he raised his hands in the air together and fired the largest Cero he had ever fired into the sky so large it dwarfed his apartment building and those around it.
As the Cero died the Reiatsu around him faded along with the sensation of wings on his back. He looked into the sky, a perfectly circular hole in the clouds was visible. His eyes widened......what had he done just then.
He thought back on what had dreamed, he could only remember scattered facts. A ship, a musket, Tokyo, the name Mal Destino and one other name.......Alistair.
These fragmented imaged of his past had unlocked something within him, and had to find whatever remained of Alistair’s legacy if he wanted to find it again.
Me smirked to himself and let his Resurrección fade away, he felt strong and fitter than he had before. He did not know what he had accomplished but looked down at his reformed sword he knew that he liked it.