SILENT CRIES OF DESTINY

Okay, this is my second attempt at Bleach fan fiction and I warn you this will be dark. I've had this story plotted out in my head and now that its finished in there, I'll write and post it here.

Bear with me, I don't know when I can update but trust me, its worth the wait.

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The attack came without warning to the Squad 4 member. One minute, he was calmly walking back to the Squad 4 barracks after helping the Squad 11's vice captain get rid of her stomachache, the next, he was roughly shoved into a little used storeroom in a back section of Squad 6's territory. He was thrown against the wall with such force, that spots began to form in his eyes from the blow to the back of the head.

He slumped down the wall, only to be picked up by the neck of a man that was at least three times as big as the small healer. The stench of alcohol was on his breath, not the cheaply bought sake most of the people the healer knew drank, but the pungent odor of vodka that the healer knew for certain, had been acquired illegally in the world of the living. His vision began to blur as the man squeezed his neck tighter, cutting off circulation.

Suddenly he was thrown again to the middle of the room, landing on his leg and cried out as he heard something snap in it. The boy panted, regaining the much needed oxygen he had lost. He heard laughter all around him and as he looked up, he gasped. He was surrounded by at least twelve men, most that looked like they were from 11. The boy whimpered and tried to shirk back into a ball but this only made the men laugh and one grabbed the boy by the arm and cruelly twisted it around.

Once again the boy cried out as he heard another snap, this time in his arm. He almost fell when the man dropped his arm but another quickly grabbed him as another slashed off his medic bag and most of his right sleeve, also cutting into the skin. This riled the bunch up and they began to seek out various objects in which to torture the young healer. His uniform was slashed and ripped off and the men began to use his body as a punching bag. The boy felt blood trickling down his body and bones being snapped. The pain became too much once one hit him in the side with a heavy object. He knew a rib or two had been broken.

They let him fall to the ground and he laid there, breathing slowly, until he felt his arms being dragged in front of him and bound. His reiatsu felt drained and his eyes widened when he realized they were binding cuffs. Tears began to fall freely from the boy as one of the men quickly thrust into him, tearing his entrance. He cried out but was muffled as another shoved his member into the boy's mouth.

It felt like hours had passed as each of the men took their turn in damaging the boy. He felt blood and the men's seed running down his legs and mouth. Dry tear marks ran down his face, he couldn't cry anymore. As the last man released, he pulled out and shoved the boy to the floor. The boy's vision became fuzzy and he could just make out a sharp looking object on the ground beside him. Weakly, he reached out and grabbed it.

He heard the men talking and laughing but with his mind cloudy, he couldn't make out what they were saying. One man walked back up to the boy and pulled him up. "Time for round two, little bitch."

"NO!!" The boy's voice cracked and he shoved the sharp object in the man's heart. Both his eyes and the man's grew wider and both fell to the ground. There was a collected gasp from the rest and suddenly an all too familiar reiatsu was quickly making its way to the storehouse. The men quickly ran out.

The boy looked at the man, blood coming out profusly from where the healer had stabbed the man. The boy's breathing became harder and he drug himself to where the man lay. "I'm sorry!! I didn't...it wasn't..." Quickly realizing he couldn't use his healing kido with the reiatsu cuffs, the healer began to try to force one of his hands out. He screamed as he heard the bones in his hand break as he pulled it out. He tried to get his healing power to work, but he gasped as the light green energy around his hand fluttered then refused to work. He grabbed a nearby part of his uniform and tried pressing it to the wound, but it was already too late. The man had bled out too much and was dead.

The healer had killed a man. And knowing that fact, Hanataro Yamada screamed the loudest scream ever heard in the Seireitei.

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Whoo, well this is the first chapter. I'll let you know already that this will involve almost everybody in it that's linked to the Soul Society. This is also after Hueco Mundo and since noone knows what the ending of that will be, in this story, the soul reapers won. I'll just leave it at that for now.

Review please.