A Hollows Gotta Hollow Out Space

The city breathed, it lived, it perpetuated itself in all of the worst ways human kind can, with waste disposal into the environment, cars spitting out fumes, people uncaring about their fellows as gangs run rampant within the city of Tijuana. The depressive air of violence and misery caked the city into a caustic stew of living souls who have yet to die and dying humans who still yet live. There were many who inhabited it, mostly humans, almost entirely really from what he would note, but in a city as rampant and crime and instability as this one, it was a feeding ground for those few decimal percent's which were not human.

Hollows.

Those minor kinds just spawned from the lingering souls made up the hollow population. So many lingered unto rotted chains, unable to pass on due to their horrible deaths and loss of young lives. They were born from this city, fed on their fellows and were slain in quick order. Those who survived past their first feedings were the smart ones, brave ones, and stealthy ones.

Perchance, then, the exception to the rule was one who came from away, chased from his previous feeding ground by a greater force. It was not a particularly smart one, nor a brave one, but they were stealthy in their approach to feeding, thus they survived where the majority did not.

Escorpión. A minor hollow, unremarkable save his knack for hiding and ambush.

Escorpión lay now on the side of a building, stuck between two in an alley way, their mask leering down was but that was superficial and erroneous. The hallow flinched at every errant sound, every particular hard gust of wind, bust most of all, at every new scream their victim spewed. Below him, on the dirty wet ground of the alley, lay a poor man, perhaps even homeless, screaming in bloody pain as their lower intestines' were melted by Escorpión's sting. It would have been a mercy for the scorpion hollow to rip the man from his flesh and devour him, yet the scorpion was not being merciful. The man was bait, set to tug on the empathetic strings of others in this crime ridden city. It was not a matter of cruelty or sadism, for Escorpión did not partake in either, but a cowardly gambit, using a hostage as bait to secure yet more food. A cowardly tactic for a cowardly creature.

The escorpión waited in silence, flinching at every one of hte man's breathes, their eyes fluttering everywhere the slightest sound was heard. He fear'd greatly that another hollow might come and steal his bait, as has happened before, for he would be forced to flee instead of fight. Yet, more than that, he feared the attentions of those greater, those he knows kill the hollows who do not hide.

Escorpión lay, quivering in fear, flinching, with fluttering eyes under the effects of his Emboscada al Acecho. Cowering in fear of what might come should it not be prey.

His pinchers clicked open softly, his legs shimmied in place from hours of not moving, his eyes focused in on the new prey who had entered. He almost moved then, when she just approached, but his eyes flicked towards the distant sounds of rowdy people. 'E-eh... S-should I go now?!', the thought rattled around in his head while his body still hesitated.

His eyes slid from the woman to the street, to the sky, to the woman again. 'S-she ain't looking too hot, ah Metiche, she a-ain't suspectin' no trouble...' Then his eyes went to the bag, and the legs which carried his body went in sync with his mind as they took a skittering step back 'B-b-b-but what if s-s-s-s-s-she g-g-g-gotta k-k-k-k-k-k-knife?! Güey, aye-aye-aye!' His pincers came up then, as he began to panic 'I can't be fightin' some piba wit' a knife!'

He lowered his pincers, looking down once more at the woman, seemingly defenseless... Unaware... Tasty...

'J-just get rid o' that bag, Homebre... T-then... T-t-take a bite... Eat her... whole...'

the Hollow, his mind and body decided, resolved, replaced himself, opened his maw-

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The man, dull eyed and in pain, looked at his rescuer for a long hard moment with unseeing eyes, before he suddenly gained focus. His hand shot up from his stomach, caked in blood to grab her. His eyes were wide, unfocused from pain and fear, his babbling voice shouted in her face between heaving breathes - "¡A-ayuda! ¡Tienes que ayudarme! ¡Sálvame! ¡E-es, Escorpión!"

A giant's scorpion stinger pierced down from the sky!

The man ascended, pulled from the earth and into the air through the giant stinger which his shoulder was impaled on. His screams of terror and pain filled the very same air he was pulled up into, his errant stubbornness to hold onto the girl was irritant, and a pincer saw the man's soul ripped from his body. The body fell silent while the soul still screamed, the chain of fate connected to the barely alive corpse, before said corpse was hurled off the stinger.

"No! No, no, no!" The pincers punched down the air, the Scorpions frustration coating his voice as the man slowly went quieter in fear "¡Mala pata! Yous s'pose to lose the bag! How am I 'spose to handle a g-gun! Or a k-k-knife!"

The man's fist started beating on the pincer holding him, tears flowing down his face as muted prayers passed silent lips. Nevertheless, the Scorpion now paced upon the wall, its head whipping left and right as it did so "W-what if I get hurt!? Can't do no hunting then?!" The pincers came up, a yelp from the man who was forced to go along with it, sending a dull klunk through the alley with each impact as the carapace smacked off the mask. "I-I'll starve! Then die, I don't wanna die!"

The man, his midsection caught in-between the pincer of the hollow, reached out again to the woman on the alley floor, screaming in a vain attempt at salvation. "¡Ayuda! ¡Por favor, no quiero morir! ¡¡¡POR FAVOR!!!"

"SHUT UP, FORRO! I'M TRYING NOT TO PANIC HERE!"

The pincers slam shut, silencing the man as his soul was sliced in twain. Between the hollows slips, a second stinger flashed out where a tongue should have been, stealing the man's upper halve into the mouth. The stinger on the hollows tail end nabbed the legs and those followed suit. The crunching of bone and blood replaced terror and screams, before a loud gulp signaled the end of the man of the alley.

Gasping after so quickly swallowing their food, the hollow turned to the girl once again, "P-P-Piba, do yous got a weapon?!"

Then the Scorpion's head turned, as if regarding the girl for the first time in realization "W-w-w-w-w-w-wait! you're a Piba! AAAH! I NEVER LEARNED HOW TO HANDLE WOMEN!" The scorpion backed up on its skittering legs "What if they wanna marry after the first date?! Do you know how stressful it is to get a nice reservation for a date! WHAT ABOUT CHILDREN?!" The once-human soul fear filled voice turned strenuous, as fear turned to desperation "Lemme eat you! That'll solve it, if I eat you, I don't have to worry about children!"

The Scorpion leapt down to the alley floor, crushing the discarded corpse of the homless man whos soul was just devoured. "LET ME EAT YOU, PIBA!"

There are a few things one must note when a giant scorpion chases them. Perhaps it was the Stinger, though its not that dangerous since they have to pounce forward to really get good forward reach with it. Perhaps it was the giant pincers! A fair concern considering the fact they're at the front of the body before the teeth, so if its right on your tail they could snap you up! Literally! Of course, the biggest ones, are size and mass!

If you were a people sized person, being chased by a scorpion the size of a small car, you should probably watch out. It may not weight as much as one, but if it was the height and size, it should be able to gain lots of momentum, but that also means it probably can't turn very well!

For example!

"COME BACK HERE, PIBA!"

The Escorpión, slow and cumbersome, roared out of the alley way, his turn far slower and more roundabout as he followed the girl out of the alleyway. Instead of possibly tipping over or with impossible turns, however, the scorpion hollow simple walked on the walls instead of the ground. Or at least it was close enough to that effect.

Those who were out and about which saw the hollow immediately screamed and scattered, dashing in blind panics to escape the attack.

The hollow in question, however, was dead set on his prey of choice, driven by desperation of more than one kind. "Piba! C'mere! I can't be havin' you drawin's anymore attention! What if I die?! I DON'T WANNA DIE! WHAT KINDA FATHER LEAVES A WIDOW AND DIES BEFORE HIS CHILDREN CAN TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES?!?!"

His claws destroy carts and stands and trashcans alike as they go about their goal of ripping and shredding the girl he was chasing into bits!

"A TERRIBLE ONE! I'D BE A TERRIBLE FATHER PIBA! I CAN'T STAND SOMETHIN' LIKE THAT! LET ME EAT YOU SO I WON'T BE A TERRIBLE FATHER!" Escorpión screamed in both fear, desperation, and hunger combined.

"PIBA!"

The deadlock was not one for the faint of heart, nor was it one for someone who truly wished for a stalemate. In truth, there was very little truly 'deadlocked' in this world. Not Birth who always outproduced Death except in the extremists of cases. Not in two perfectly mirrored opponents who fought themselves perfectly in sync, for then they were but a matter of who could think outside their boxes first. Certainly not in the war between the Soul Reapers, Hollows, and Quincy's. The Hollows of the world still ran rampant despite the best efforts of two world spanning races, Hueco Mundo's mere existence told of that. It was but a matter of time until Hollows consumed both... In theory of course.

This was no different, the longer the chase went on, the bigger the opportunity an outside force would notice and participate. However; the longer the chase on without mixing it up, the closer the giant monster built up momentum and closed the gap.

"STOP IT, PIBA!"

Most likely, this explained the desperate fear stricken screams of the giant scorpion monster. The giant monster screaming bloody murder as if they were the ones about to die and be eaten.

…Maybe not in the conventional sense? Depending on whether or not it was a Shinigami, Quincy, or Hollow. In the lattermost cast quite literal.

"AH' AIN'T BUILT TA' RUN! AH', S'POSE TA' AMBUSH YA', PIBA! STOP RUNNIN'! PLEASE!" Escorpion quite literally begged the girl who, despite how nicely and desperately it asked, certainly wasn't stopping.

The giant monster stopped begging for half a second as it mind switched tracks, even as its stinger impaled the brick building's corner as the girl, Piba, dashed past in a missed attempt to end it then and there. "Was it what I said?!" Tears fell down from the eye holes of its mask, its sinisterly grinning mask unable to change or be manipulated making it look even more grotesque and unnatural. "Look, i'm sorry! Its not you, I promise! I'd be a failure as a husband! I remember our daughter's quinceanera, Piba, where I'll ruined her flower arrangement! I know you'll tried to hide it, but I'll messed up big time! We both know it!"

The big clawed hands stopped batting aside obstacles, the giant scorpion now flat out shouldering them out of the way, as it pawed at its mask as snot and tears filled down. It futilely tried to swipe off the bodily fluids, but its masked face made it extremely difficult due to the lack of friction of its carapace covered pincers.

"I'm sorry! Okay! I promise I won't let it happen, comprendes?! So, just - !" Its pincers fell down, its maw opened wide, and a read ball swiftly formed "DIE SO I CAN EAT YOU!" It screamed in fearful outrage!

The cero blasted off, past Piba, and instead towards the head of the alley they were currently barreling down, aiming to cutoff escape - !