Bleach Intro Music Novels & Stories

Increase the dose. I suck in air too fast. The room tilts. Jeremy catches it on my face. "Adis." "Bleach," I mutter. "There was a room. Clinic room." His good hand grips the back of my neck, grounding me. "Stay here." As if I can do anything else. Boots hammer across concrete. More people now. Familiar scents break through blood and dust. Soap and pine smoke. Amber. Panic hits harder than the shock did.

CHUG-CHUG-CHUG-WEEEEEE! A deafening, chaotic wall of distorted guitars and double-bass drumming blasted through the air. It was heavy metal. Specifically, "Raining Blood" by Slayer, played at maximum volume. Jack covered his ears. "What the hell is that?!" "Oops!" Hailey’s voice came over the music, sounding sheepish. "Wrong folder! I meant to hit 'White Noise,' but my finger slipped on my 'Doomsday Playlist'! Sorry! But hey, look at the frequency graph!"

The young male’s expression is a mixture of resentment and awe, and the corner of my lip twitches. Blake whispers something to one of the band members. They change the tune they’re playing to something a little slower. I sway on the bench. The melody is familiar to me, though I cannot place it. I reach for a beaker and pour myself a glass of water. When I turn back to the dancefloor, Blake stands in front of me. He holds out a slender hand. “Would you care to dance?” he asks.

The first thing that Kat and Calix met upon being let in by the buff men at the main entrance was the music. Calix expected something fast, brash, and ear-splitting, but to his surprise, the song being played was slow and dark, featuring a piano and a woman's light breathy voice. It contrasted artistically with the wash of red in the circular area of the club, illuminating the black bar counter, the glittery curtains on the stage, and the barely-dressed humans with stiff fake wings and halos.

she says in his command voice. - I will not do it! I promise! Trust me, if people think you're crazy now, wait till they see what I do to you! "I can hardly wait," he says, dropping his shoulders in surrender. I'm about to get into the perks of casual jeans and a tight gray T-shirt when, somewhere far away, we hear the jarring sound of bells, drums, and the high-pitched melody of a flute. I recognize it as traditional Japanese music and when I listen more carefully, I realize that it is not only getting louder, it is getting closer.

Another rush, more powerful than the first, kicked Sed’s heart rate up another notch. The three guitarists trotted across the stage in the dark. The beat of the bass drum thrummed through Sed’s chest. A low blue light illuminated the floor, lighting the stage enough for Brian and Trey to find the foot pedals that switched out their various amps, and for Sed to find the set instructions taped to the floor. The musical intro to the first song was rather long, giving Sed time to hum and warm up his vocal cords for that first scream. Like Brian, he felt a little rusty. His voice a little coarse.

“Well then, unto the next scene.” Taking it everything like there’s nothing at all and everything was just a nightmare that finally ended in that instant. She draws a sinister smile onto her face as she walks inside the bathroom and cleans herself up. Humming the eerie tone accompanied with the song that only runs inside her mind. It tells about the dark and dread of being left alone, as someone is pulling you off the white land and unto the darkness, where the real happiness lies. “How exciting.”

Maybe he’ll let her use his phone later, and she can catch up with the news from home. No, that is not her home. She doesn’t know where her next home will be. Determined to keep her spirits up, she lets go of that thought and listens once more to the extraordinary sounds coming from the sound system. The colors are clashing: purples, reds, turquoise...it’s like nothing she’s heard before. “What is this music?” she asks. “It’s from the soundtrack of Arrival.” “Arrival?” “The film.” “Oh.” “Have you seen it?”

It’s like it saturates my skin and sinks into me, making my body feel heavy, and my shoulders sag. All of the wonderful feelings that Blake invoked in me tonight have disappeared after entering this house of nightmares. I walk over to my Bluetooth speaker and connect my phone. I make sure the volume is low before I press play. The sound of Natasha Bedingfield’s “Wild Horses” fills the room. I slowly pull off my clothes till I’m in my bra and panties. I open my drawer and pull out my blade that I didn’t expect to get out tonight. This night was so up and down. The ups were amazing with Blake, but the downs are the ones that stick to my skin as if they are tangible entities. As if they have ha

I startle, almost whacking my head on the ceiling as I pluck the earbuds out and fling them down beside me on the bed. The music still plays, faint and tinny. Guitar. Harmonica. A human sings. He has a nasally voice, but it’s kind. Cheerful. There’s another instrument, the strange one that makes a spooky squawk. A theremin. I lay my head back down, my ears next to the buds. A hi-hat begins, and then it’s joined by the steady thud of a bass drum. A sweet female’s voice chimes in on the chorus.