<< Insanity - The Fall of The White Road Gate >>

A soft humming echoes through the Emirates as the buildings shake and the people run in agony. Haze fills the sight of the Black Ops Commander as a blade slides through his chest, his men stand idly by as the blade claws through his ribcage, splitting his heart in half. His face turns pale as his limbs turn stiff. His eyes darken and his hair turns white and he begins on a hundred meter descent toward the ground…

Suddenly, Sting launches out of his bed, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his hands moving across his chest in panic. His breathing appearing ever so heavy while his hand would move across the center of his chest, as he’d fall back into the bed, his face almost expressionless.

“Ahhh---… it happened again.” he mutter to himself, taking note of the tremors in his voice. “Every night for the past few months I’ve had the same dream. The same man whose face I can never see-… the same man runs that blade through my hear-” “Same again qui?” . He would nod, slowly moving his legs off the cot and onto the floor by his side. He’d remain seated for a small period of time prior to rising out of a small pool of sweat. He’d stumble across toward the mirror, eying his reflection upon arrival.

His hair appeared grey to him, his sight could no longer separate the colors of the world. He could only see the world in the mono tone of black and white. He’d stand calm over the sink, slowly bowing his head as a torrent of vomit trailed out of his mouth and down the sink itself. He’d shudder, glancing from one arm to the other. Considering his state, his muscle density hadn’t change. As he raises his head to look in the mirror once more, he’d fall back, smashing the small drawer by his cot.

He’d open his eyes to see two large moons in the distance, blue electricity surging through his body while a figure in a black, horned mask approached. Sting would simply rest his eyes on the figure while attempting to stand. Electricity would proceed to coil around his arms and legs, the moons would draw closer and the water beneath him would rise toward him. The face of the horned figure would appear a black blur.

His eyes would close as the water touched his warm, damp back. He’d raise his left hand, reaching out toward the masked figure as the water slowly surrounded his body, essentially drowning him in the process. The tall mountains would cascade around his body, sealing him in hundreds of layers while the masked figure stood atop the peak.

Meanwhile, Stings body would rise in a while new light. The drawer laid in pieces underneath his body while his iris turned white, as did his skin and hair color. A new entity now governed the body of the infamous Sting Chikara…


His hands would twitch as he’d stretch: first he’d raise his hands by his side, slowly rotating his hips in order to crack his back: then he’d motion his head left and right in order to crack and release the compressed air between the bones in his neck. His right hand would move toward the table where a white cloak laid. He’d collect it, slipping one arm through the other prior to cracking his knuckles.

As he cracked his fingers, a gargantuan opened in front of his body. He moves his hands behind his neck and brought the hood over his head, smirking while jumping into the endless black void. As he entered, black reishi formed beneath his feet that established a stable footpath for him walk across. Sting was never capable of forming a stable footpath, hence why he had individuals accompanying him on his ventures through the gargantuas.

He slowly moved across the footpath, picking up the pace in a timely manner. With every coming second, he became more accustomed to Stings body and with every second, his grin grew wider. His eyes darted around as white line shined in the distance, an exit was near. Within a matter of hours, he had arrived at his intended destination. The cloak that he had been wearing suppressed all spiritual energy, keeping its resonance limited to a five meter radius.

The new owner of this finely tuned body had no regard for appearance, and so as they reached the end of the gargantuan, he launched his body out and descended toward the ground in the most pathetic manner. The body descended almost like a lifeless being, landing atop a shack in Rukongai. Throughout the course of his dissent, he noticed the gate guardian and figured they were on the western side of the Seireitei, there was no mistaken the oath that had guarded that Western Gate.

His body hit the woodwork with a thud, but the white eyed being simply rose and hopped off the building, appearing unscathed by the encounter. His sight slowly bounced from the inhabitants that had scurried toward the building to the giant being that sat by the White Road Gate. The children that had stone bread and water were frozen in their tracks as Sting moved toward the Gate Guardian.

At first, he’d be walking toward the Gate Guardian, his pace slowly increasing until he was eventually running toward the Guardian in question. The distance between the duo would begin to close at a rather prompt pace, and in the blink of an eye, Sting would be upon him. His right hand moving toward the oaths thick neck; his nails would dig into the guardians throat while his hand coiled and in one swift motion he’d yank the Adams apple out. Should his almost instant onslaught on the guardian have been successful, the cloaked man would slowly descend toward the gate.

He’d clench his fist, dragging his feet across the dusty ground before releasing a single punch out toward the White Road Gate. The punch would strike the center of the gate, releasing immense pressure into the steel and reishi construct.

(( If no one stops me within 48 hours I’m going to assume that the wall flew off and I will proceed to enter the Seireitei ))