Eleventh Division Bleach Novels & Stories

I say as I punch the wall in frustration. I have to think of something. “Bleach.” I say to myself with a smile. I could use bleach since I don’t have the drug I wanted to use. Injecting someone with it or drinking it could lead to death. This is the only choice I have. I exit the room and I look around for a maintenance closet, somewhere where things like bleach are kept. I walk down the stairs and I can hear Robert’s footsteps as he continues his search. The silence in the house is deafening. Everybody has gone, even the rest of the guards.

"What is?" 'Is this a joke?' With Oliviér's bitter attitude she reckoned he was playing a kind of joke on her to get a good laugh. Before she could say something else she was let go off, and he began walking away. "Hours ago a flock of dead bodies were found, the manner of which they were killed points to Bleach." Oliviér stopped at a dilapidated mud building with a wooden door. Elizabeth followed his suit. "Wow, Bleach was here?"

"Now, stop your childish games One and tell me where Eleven is…and don't you dare tell me that you don't know." One started shivering visibly in fear. "I really went to the room to change my shoes, I mean it" she sobbed. "But as I got there, Eleven knocked me out with a lamp. See…”. One placed her hands at the back of her head and on bringing it out, it was stained with blood. Did Eleven who I'd always likened to be weak actually attack One? How long has she been planning this escape for?

"She reads the whole." "They need each other," Clara says. "Yes," Ethan says. "They always will." The birthday continues. The apartment holds everyone. The November light outside is doing what November light does in Barcelona when it has decided to be generous — low, amber, the specific quality of the season being honest about what it is. Jordi and Noa, one year old, are in the midst of the people who have been waiting for them. The bowl between them. The irregularity, honored.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

Chloe dropped her command as cold as the North Pole. The Zero-Black Division did not hesitate. Thousands of laser shots with titanium bullets penetrated the air, hitting Julian's body from various directions. But the Berserker magic's poison was too strong. The bullets exploded and split his flesh, black liquid spewed out, but the wound closed quickly again. Julian the monster continued to crawl closer through the rain of liquid metal like a madman. Her eyes were only glued to Chloe, only Chloe. Two meters left. The deadly black monster prepared to bend its giant body to lunge at the chair where the Black Wolf Queen was sitting casually.

They silently approach, making a circle around us. Before I can register the movement, Imogene is hit with a blue beam, but it’s different somehow. It’s a darker blue than I’ve ever seen and seems to rip a hole through her. More blue beams follow, identical to the first one. I see Owlyn step out of the shadows, and she nods at me. Her hands focus on me, and my arms raise without my doing so. I focus my hands toward Imogene and let loose, the same dark blue beam coming from me.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

I clench my fists, determined to prove her wrong. As she turns to leave, a wicked grin playing on her lips, she pauses and looks back at me. “One last thing, Xavie listens to me. We don’t want him to change his mind about you now, do we, Luna?” she sneers, chucking the bleach at me. My heart sinks as I realise the lid isn’t on the bleach, and it pours over me, burning my skin and ruining what’s left of my dress. I bite my trembling lower lip, vowing not to let her break me.

My reasoning is because I was focusing on finishing off high school, had to deal with graduation and family matters, and most of all I was unmotivated and I have been. Yes, I know it sounds like an excuse but I'd rather write Blinded when I'm motivated rather than write crappy chapters that I don't enjoy writing. So for the month of June, I'm going to take a break from writing, find some sort of motivation, and overall figure out what direction I want Blinded to go. So for right now, it is a goodbye unit next month. Sorry for the delay. -L.N.F