Shattered Memories

Primera Espada Posts : 142 Join date : 2010-10-06

Hello to any who find this journal. My name is James White. I am a Vasto Lordes Level Arrancar. Primera Espada in the Arrancar army. This is a collection of my memories from my past life. I have gathered these memories over my vast life, and I hope you enjoy them!

Primera Espada Posts : 142 Join date : 2010-10-06

My Death

I will kill you! Screamed a man in a blood splattered white robe. His hair flowed in the wind as he angled he sword toward the ground. He had a scowl upon his face when he went to take a step forward. Only to stumble, having to stab his sword into the ground for balance. He looked up and caughed up blood. His electric blue eye's now drained of their color, his usually bright white hair now dead.Cmon! I can still fight! I am unbeatable! I can never lose! Never die!

His gaze never moved from the figure in front of him. He had long flowing hair, black as night. His eye's just the same. He spoke in a calm voice, Hush now. You are defeated leave and live. His words were met with a sword theat lunged at his face, which was easily swatted aside. He looked at the man stumbling to stay alive in front of him. He was losing bllod quickly from the multitudes of wounds he had and he would die soon. No doubt about that.

Just after that though the white haired man fell to the ground onto his back, coughing up blood once again. Cursing everything. I will return you bastard. Make no mistake about that. I will return and I will destroy you. He went into a coughing fit then died, proud but hate filled at his lose.

Primera Espada Posts : 142 Join date : 2010-10-06

How It All Began

The white haired man walked outside of a tall building. He was wearing the white cloak but it was unbloodied. WIth a huge smile on his face he sauntered down the streets into a baker shop. " Three large rolls of...Heavybread. " He asked in crisp italian.

The man replied with a nod and led him into a back room where another man awaited him. The man was hidden in shadows but The white haired man did not care, the client wanted secrecy. So he sat down and waited for the man to assign him what would be his last job.

The man coaugh and spoke n a obviously altered voice, " My name is of no importance. The money and job are real. So before I continue I must know you are in. "

White nodded, " Of course. Why else would I have come on a sunday. "

" Then this is it. " He passed a letter to White, " You must deliver that letter to the prince of england. Inside that letter is a blackmail, that you need not know of. I then need you to kill him if he will not cooperate. There will be many gaurds required to take care of, but please try not to attract attention to yourself to much. I know your track record. After wards for any outcome, you will recieve enough gold to allow you to travel the world times over, first class. "

White sat up and placed the letter in a pocket. " Done. " Then he slowly walked out and headed off to England.

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