Survivor WIP

"Hello, my name is Soul, but a lot of people call me Survivor. This is the story of how my life changed for the worse."

'It all began on a peaceful summer's night. I was walking through the town, certain that this night would be just as boring as all the others.'

The man thought he was a goner. He thought his luck was bad enough when he died of a heart attack, but this!? Now he can't pass on, and nearly died by some overgrown pigeon! Nearly was the key word, as some dude jumped in outta nowhere, and caught the thing with one arm, looking like some magical hero. But that train of thought was cut down as soon as it started. Even from looking at his back, he could tell that this man was probably scarier that whatever it was that tried to attack him.

This man stood at, what he could tell from his position on the ground, was a little over seven feet tall. He had long, ivory white hair that went down to his lower back. He wore a straitjacket that was, if he had to guess, dyed black, since he didn't think they naturally came that color. Along with that, he had a hat, boots, and pants in all the same color: dark, soulless, inky shade of black.

"Well hellooo there birdy, hehehehe...." The man heard him say to the monster, who was at this point, trying to shake the hold the man had on it. His voice was like something out of a horror movie. It belonged to a mad man, and he really didn't want to be around for when this guy finished with this thing. He tried to get up, but his legs wouldn't move, aside from how badly they were shaking. He had no choice but to wait for his would be 'hero' to beat it.


Kitai Yoru was a lot of things. Nearly all of them were negative in some way. He's been called a monster by both shinigami and hollow alike, even being outcast by special humans. So him being a hero and saving someone, how weird, right? Wrong. Kitai didn't consider himself an evil man. He considered himself misguided. So when he sensed this hollow start to enter the world, he decided to go stop it the only way he knew how.

With blood anime level violence.

When he had caught his hollow opponent, he had done it by grabbing its beak, preventing it from opening its mouth to speak, or to attack with it. He was grinning in anticipation. Slowly, he increased his grip, making it tighter, and tighter, making the hollow stop in pain for a split second, before making the beast become frantic, doubling its efforts to escape from the man.

His grin was a dark grin, as the hollow's attacks were all avoided by him moving the beast's mask slightly to the left or right. "Hehehehee..." His laughter was ominous and foreboding. "You like eating humans, right? Like making meals out've weaker beings?!" He said, his tone was getting louder. Pushing the hollow buck slightly, he put it off balance. He then crushed its beak into pieces, causing it to scream out in pain as it fell back

Kitai walked forward. "Then lets make a meal out of you!" He lunged forward like a cat, and ripped of the monster's arm. He then ripped the monster into pieces, limb from limb, and enjoyed every scream that the bird made. And when the hollow was just a torso with only a head? He picked it up, and took a huge bite out of its neck, scaring the ever loving crap of the man behind him.

The hollow had died next to instantly after the second bite. Throwing the dead, dissipating body over the edge of the roof, he turned around to face the man he just 'saved', with saved being used in the looses sense of the term. He looked at him with a disinterested stared. "You're pathetic. Why haven't you passed on yet you fat f***." He told him, with each word feeling like a dagger in his very soul.