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Bones of the Dead	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Red Bones
A white skinned teenager sat huddled in an empty refrigerator box. It was tall enough for him to stand in, but also wide enough for him to sit in; he chose to sit. He'd used his small keychain knife to poke a hole the size of his pointer finger in the cardboard in front of his face. That way, he could get some air and be able to see what was going on outside. Currently, shoppers and employees were screaming and running for their lives. One woman and her son made their way into the storage room, unaware of his presence. They hid behind some boxes, not being able to get the heavy door to close and not willing to drag away the three bodies blocking it.
"Just stay quiet, Chris." He could hear the woman murmur. "If we stay still and quiet, they won't find us and we'll be able to get away to find daddy."
"Okay, mommy." Replied the small voice.
The boy huddled in the box couldn't help but feel sorry for the two of them. That woman was naïve, there was no way they could stay here and then get away. By the time things settled down there, the place would belong to those creatures and it would be even harder to escape. If they were going to get away, the time was now. He kept his gold on black eyes on the dead bodies blocking the door. His brother hadn't raised him to be a fool, he knew those bodies would be getting up soon. They didn't just have claw marks, but bite marks as well, and the ones who were eaten always rose again.
Prey and predators ran past the open doorway, blood began seeping through the bottom of the cardboard box, squishing under the soles of his white chucks and no doubt staining them. He couldn't help but feel a little bit of pleasure at that fact, blood on your shoes made a bold statement, though his brother hated the sight of blood anywhere on him and would probably make him wear his black boots instead. His white lips stretched into a smirk that was quickly dropped when he heard the cracking sounds. The woman whined in fear, but quickly held her breath in a sorry attempt to stay quiet.
More cracking sounds, as the bone in the faces of the dead grew and thickened until the skin could no longer conceal it and tore and fell away in globs of red flesh. The bone continued pushing outwards and smoothing out until it seemed as if the bodies were wearing grinning skull masks. Once the noises stopped, the fingers and limbs began to twitch. The boy whimpered as the three monsters began to sit up and stand on their feet. They shook themselves and made snuffling and whistling noises as they breathed in air through the air holes left in the bone. The pale teenager stiffened his entire body and slowed his breathing to almost nonexistent using a meditation technique his Grampa had showed him. The creatures screamed and bolted to the flimsy cardboard boxes, ripping them away and then ripping into shrieking flesh.
The screaming stopped abruptly as necks snapped, and then the gurgling of the dying slowly ebbed away. All that was left was the chewing. Have you ever heard a dog gobbling down a bowl of wet food or cracking bone? That's how it sounded, but more obscene because you knew that it was human flesh being ripped away scarfed down a throat and human bones that were being cracked. He could see them pushing globs of red stringy flesh into their mouths, blood splatting on the concrete floor, and the creatures sticking their bone faces into the wounds to open them wider. The teenager, red snaking across the fabric of his white chucks now, sat and listened as they gorged themselves. It took ten minutes, only ten, for the three of them to eat away a woman and her young son. They sniffled around a bit, but only half-heartedly, they could all here the screaming and death cries in the open space of the mall and were eager to chase down plentiful prey.
They rushed out of the doorway as one, the door swinging slowly shut behind them, leaving the lone teenager in deeper darkness in a room filled with the overwhelming tang of blood and the unmistakable smell of an open body. He threw up a little in his mouth and hoped for his brother to come get him sooner than later.

Grimmjow watched as his baby balanced three boxes in his arms and carried them to the car. There was too much shit to squeeze in his car…he was definitely going to have to make a stop to the garage and pick up his SWATT BATT-S. Grimmjow unlocked the doors as Ichigo reached the car. Once the Ichigo had somehow managed to open the back door and get the boxes of food settled in the backseat, he closed the door and got in the passenger seat. After clipping on his seatbelt, Grimmjow started the car, and the orange head smacked him hard in the back of his blue head. Grimmjow brought up a hand to rub it and scowl at his younger boyfriend.
"What the fuck was that for?"
Ichigo scowled much harder than his blue haired boyfriend could ever manage; the orange head had been born with a scowl.
"You jackass!" He yelled. "Didn't you see me trying to balance those boxes, asshole? You didn't even bother to take them or at least help me!"
Grimmjow frowned and drove off towards where his little brother was hiding.
"Fuck, Ichi. I did help you, I unlocked the doors. Besides, I was too busy admiring how your body was moving."
Grimmjow was smiling now and Ichigo didn't like it. He made a point of staring at his boyfriend's crotch with an evil smirk of his own.
"I have a knife." He said.
Blue eyes flicked over to check his facial expression. There was concern in them, but only for a second. In no time, Grimmjow's face had settled back into its arrogant lines.
"You'll need more than that, baby." He smirked. "The only thing you're gonna do if you touch my cock is make it hard. And we both know that when I get hard my dick is like a steel pipe."
Ichigo smiled, causing his boyfriend to lose his bravado and shiver a little in fear.
"Then I'll just use my Uncle's laser knife. Do you want to keep your cock?" He asked while pulling said knife out of his pants pocket.
Grimmjow nodded his head slowly, always wary and a bit excited when it came to his berry's evil side.
"Then I better not have to carry anything heavy ever again. I'll be watching Grimmjow, and if you slip up…" He turned on the laser knife, making a bolder statement than words ever could. He grinned evilly. "Do you understand?"
Grimmjow turned pale and squeezed his muscular thighs together. He gave Ichigo a sideways look.
"Y-Yeah. S'all good Ichi."
Ichigo nodded and smiled brightly as he shut off the laser knife and put it away. Now he'd never really cut off his boyfriend's dick (how else would he get hot sex?) and Grimmjow should have known that as well, but when it came to his precious dick, he never took any chances; every perceived threat was a fatal one. It was one of the sure ways Ichigo knew to get what he wanted without questions or hesitation.
They were getting closer and closer to the mall, entering the surrounding streets. There was no doubt that the parking lot would be beyond infested. Ichigo stiffened as two of the creatures darted across the road in front of the car. They turned to stare at the car and then rushed forward.
"Give me a gun, Grimm."
Grimmjow's hands tightened on the steering wheel.
"I put a GSG-1911 and a C39 in the glove compartment for you, but you're not wasting bullets on them."
Ichigo froze in the act of opening the glove compartment and stared incredulously at his boyfriend.
"Don't worry." Grimmjow reassured him. "The car is armored and the glass is bullet proof." He explained just as one of the creatures slammed into the side of the car. "They can't get in and we're gonna need every bullet to get Baby Shi out of that place. Don't have shit to waste."
Ichigo nodded in understanding, knowing he'd have to override the instinct to shoot every creature he saw, so that they'd be able to use every bullet they had wisely in the times ahead.

The pale skinned boy had long since gotten out of his hiding place and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. The damn thing was probably electronic and wouldn't open until the back-up generator cut on. So he'd surrendered himself to being absurdly fucked and was wallowing in self-pity when he finally heard the tat-tat-tat of semi-automatic fire. He banged loudly on the door, knowing he was risking his hiding place but also knowing that if he couldn't open it the creatures couldn't either, and screamed his brother's name. The BOOM of a shotgun joined the spattering fire and the steady fire of pistols. That couldn't just be his brother and the berry, there were definitely more people fighting out there. Even so, there was the fact that his brother was there, so he banged on the door and continued yelling for him to come get him.
About twenty minutes later, the boy had given up screaming and had devoted all of his attention on listening to the sudden absence of gun fire at all. He still had hope though, because though he didn't hear any guns, he hadn't heard any death screams either. He curled his knees to his chest and leaned back against the surface of the blood and visceral slicked door. He was so frustrated and angry at himself for even getting himself in this position. His brother had always told him bring something a bit more lethal than his keychain knife when going out by himself, but he'd never seen a way to get past the metal detectors that way; that was more his brother's line of work.
The door knob rattled in the frame, shaking and shivering from being twisted and pulled.
"FUCK!" A deep voice he would never forget cursed on the other side of the door. "Shi? Baby, you in here?"
Shiro shivered. He knew it wasn't right, but he always shivered when that voice called him baby.
"Yeah, Grimm."
There was sudden banging on the other side of the door, shaking the handle worse than before as his brother no doubt tried to break the handle off of the door.
"Stop, baka." Said another voice on the other side of the door with his brother. That voice was familiar too. It had to be the berry's voice. "The door is probably electronic."
"It looks like the generator failed to come on by itself." Mused another voice that he certainly had never heard before. "If you wanna get the kid out of there, you're gonna have to go down into the basement and get it going yourself. Me and Shuuhei will guard the door while you're gone since you agreed to take us with you when you leave."
Shuuhei? Who the fuck was Shuuhei?
"Shit, Shi." Grimmjow sighed. "I'm gonna have ta get shit working in the basement. Sit tight, baby. I'll be back ta get ya in no time."
"Kay, Grimm." Shiro gurgled.
There was one last bang on the door as Grimmjow probably hit it in frustration, and growled and walked away. Shiro sighed and hunkered down and settled to wait.
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