Stepping Across Crazy

[Madelyn Fūrinji]

Thread Title: Stepping Across Crazy
Participants: Madelyn vs Luke
World: Human World
Death Setting: Permanent Injuries Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Karakura shopping district in the middle of a rainy night.
Special Conditions: N/A
Circumstances: Madelyn while in a state of depression comes across a spiritual individual without thinking she causes problems that she most certainly isn’t prepared for against one of Karakura’s defenders.

[Madelyn Fūrinji]

Leaning up against the wall of the alleyway Madelyn felt once again the sorrow surrounding her, it’d been more than a week now since she’d fought against that Hollow. The smaller one that had put up the most challenge, the one that lasted the longest, the one that let her feel something outside of what claimed her constantly, what continued to claim her now. Nothing more than a bleak dark day with gentle showers blessing the earth yet in the eyes of someone plagued by despair, to Madelyn it was just another layer to the Hell she’d been thrown in.

She’d been a normal girl with a happy life, she had family that she loved and people she enjoyed being around. She knew though that such things had been taken from her and something else had been given over to her in exchange. All the possibilities that she’d possessed as a human were gone, while the restraints as a lost soul had been shackled on her. There was nothing she could do now, Keira had been the only positive soul to try and help yet she was so obsessed with her tests that she often disappeared.

There were a few Shinigami that gave her a bit of advice, but she hadn’t seen them again. All she heard ranged from the happiness of others she couldn’t experience anymore to the howls or hunger and pain expelled by the Hollows during the night. The anguish she shared with them not in hunger, but loss. She wasn’t sure why, but she could understand the cries now. They didn’t cry solely from hunger, no so many, almost all of them had lost their identity. Something she couldn’t achieve punished to rot in Karakura as Madelyn the lost girl with no home, no friends, no joy.

Leaning as she was now, Madelyn with her sunken eyes and weary gaze looked at her wrist, bloody and bruised. It was the source of her dread while being the sole breathe of life. Something that whispered to her through feeling, something that changed her body into a weapon. Something that gave her the sensations that she couldn’t muster on her own anymore. She knew so little, remembered barely enough to put pieces together, yet she hated it! She was certain if she didn’t have this thing inside her she could go to the Soul Society, but removing it meant removing her arm.

She felt the constant embrace of exhaustion tighten around her figure further as her vision darkens. It was time to sleep again, it’d been like this since she fought that Hollow. Just stay out doing her best to ignore everything, fight off the drive to seek out Hollows, fight the need to shred blood. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, she didn’t want to get hurt, but why, why . . . Why? Only a few days ago there had been so many Hollows. She could remember them swarming through Karakura.

She could recall glimpses and knew that despite her faulty memory they all looked the same. The worst thing though about what was coming to her in pieces was the sound of her voice. The twisted way that it sounded and what words actually left her mouth. How she’d attacked them without hesitation and then complained that they’d been too easy. She’d killed them without a second thought and now that her mind was actually back in her control she couldn’t believe how ruthless she’d been. That wasn’t her, it couldn’t be. Crying with her back against the wall Madelyn just sobs unable to accept the curse that was altering her soul.