Total Bleach Episode Novels & Stories

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I find myself once again sitting in the familiar white leather recliner chair. This place was terrible. The smell of bleach always burnt my nose, it was so sterile. Almost as if they were trying to hide the blood shed they had caused. It freighted me, what did they do in here that required the place to be cleaned so thoroughly, the smell of bleach was consuming. I could only imagine the un-imaginable things they were doing to some of the people here on their visits. I had learnt very early on the only way to survive here is to stay out of trouble and lie.

The me that hated her and her presence in my house and her body filling my shirt and that pussy that was still— “I found the cleaning supplies, Cass, I’m not so sure about the— “, Ice stopped, looked between me and Cassie before he placed some cleaning rag and a bottle of some shit that looked like bleach on the counter. Cassie turned around and I stood still where I was. Ice called her Cass? “Thanks so much, Ice. I really appreciate it, I’m sorry about the mess again” She was telling him, sorry? “It’s my kitchen”, I growled behind her, Red didn’t turn around to face me. “You found the bleach?” she lifted the bottle of supposed found bleach,” this will do, thanks” “You know if you want, I ca

Regret, maybe, and so much bleach. Robert was slouched in the corner, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it owed him answers. Mia was perched on a stool, humming to herself, twirling a scalpel between her fingers like it was a toy. Louisa’s body was gone, but the overwhelming smell of bleach stayed on. I shut the door behind me. Hard. “Robert,” I said. He looked up slowly, eyes rimmed red. “Boss Williams.” I scanned the room. “You call this clean?”

He gaggled it, trying not to swallow but since he had been held down and his head kept in place, he couldn't throw it out. He ended up in a coughing git. “That was to warn you. That was water.” I dropped the can on the side and picked up the real can of bleach. “This is bleach. I'm sure you can tell.” As I opened the can, the smell filled the room and I saw the way his pupils shook when he smelt it. “Now will you tell me what I want to hear or you'd make me actually do this? I'm sure you know what this would do if I poured it down your throat. From your mouth, down your throat, to your stomach and then everywhere else.”

The thing that is not nausea but is adjacent to nausea, specific to mornings, resolved by ten. She takes the test on a Saturday morning, alone, before Ethan wakes. She sits on the edge of the bathtub, looks at it and thinks about the door she left open. About the first life and the what-if that was not a what-if anymore. About thirty-four years old, which is exactly the right age for this, which she has known since she wrote it in the notebook in October. The test is positive.

And there—rising just above the tallest rooftops—was the moon. Only it wasn’t silver. It was the color of fresh blood. She gasped and stumbled back, knocking over a chair. The moon looked alive. And it looked angry. --- Four Hours Earlier “Late again,” Mrs. Harren muttered, scribbling something on Elara’s paper. Elara didn’t bother answering. She sank into her chair and opened her notebook, ignoring the snickers from the other students.

Bruce approached the door, trying not to look overly solemn, he lifted his foot and put all the force he could into the kick. The door swung open, and they swarmed. Nine guys yelled “FBI!” as the two US Marshalls yelled their credentials. Alec went into the bathroom. “Clear,” he announced. They looked around the room. The TV was off, the back window was open, the bed was unmade, and the lamp was on. Blanchette dumped the trash can. There was a half-eaten salad and a burrito that had barely been touched. “I think we just missed her.”

I asked Pat, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, they were honestly hoping it was a phase. But it's gone on long enough, and now they are going to extra lengths to try to resolve this. They think it could have something to do with-” He cut off suddenly, alarm in his eyes. “I'm sorry, I must go.” He ran off then, leaving his locker open and everything. “That was the strangest thing I've ever witnessed.” I commented, closing his locker for him. Lily made a sound of agreeance, closing her own locker.

“I have really screwed up now, haven’t I?” Yes, you have. My wolf doesn’t cut me any slack and lets me know that I’ve messed up. Hopefully, it’s not beyond repair. “I know that, so you don’t have to tell me, wolf.” My attention turns back to the task at hand as I search through the cabinets for something to clean the blood up. The only thing I find is a gallon of bleach under the sink. It will probably be enough to clean the living room, but that is all it would cover. There just isn’t enough, and it’s not like we are close to a store or anything to get more.