Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Kalama, Open to 1)

There was definitely something going on with the smoke from Kurai’s flames and the more that the assassin became affected by them, the more she struggled to focus. The green haired woman couldn’t quite fathom what was going on but as she continued to lash out at the poor fools who came towards her, she was starting to find that some of her attacks were simply not landing. What was going on with her senses? She could see the target and yet find herself striking nothing. It was as if her mind was becoming confuddled, a sensation that Kalama didn’t like. In a way though, it was making her stronger, more unpredictable and only caused her rage to grow.

As she made her own way through the mansion, slicing and lashing out at those she came across, a tall blonde male would come into view. He was dressed differently from the others, wearing an expensive suit. The look on his face was one of fear though, an expression that the assassin loved to see. He looked like his father and rather than just kill him, the Shinigami decided to stretch it out rather more, uttering the most basic Kido spell in order to paralyse him. He fell to the floor like a bag of potatoes and Kalama was on him in a moment.

All he could do was look up at her, feebly struggling against her spell, petrified as Kalama drew her zakpakuto, releasing it so that it took on its dagger form, crackles of lightning coming from it. The look in her eyes was devious and as she began to run the blade across his face and body, he would start to spasm and twitch as the charge of her blade travelled through him, causing every nerve in his body to feel like it was on fire. His cries echoed throughout the building but more importantly than that, every second would be recorded by a camera in the corner of the room, showing every moment of pain in horrible detail, straight to the prime target.

“You’re not expiring until I decide it’s time!” Kalama barked angrily, her zanpakuto still probing and puncturing the skin of the man beneath her. She was meticulous in her cruelty, knowing precisely when to stop and when to push on. His body was becoming a bit of a mess though and while he still screamed horribly, it was becoming apparent that even as effective as Kalama was and drawing out the torment, he could only survive so long. The green haired woman’s zanpakuto didn’t boost her powers like most but the lightning was effective in itself.

The sound of a gun suddenly caused her head to rise and the assassin’s head snapped around to see a guard pointing a rifle at her. He looked a bit unsteady on his feet and was muttering to himself for some reason. Was that something to do with Kurai’s powers or was he simply falling apart? Whatever it was, the sign of weakness only caused Kalama to respond more swiftly, pointing a finger at him and shouting. “Hadō #4. Byakurai.”

From her finger, a blast of lightning would emerge, hurtling towards the guard and launching him straight through the window, leaving him in a crumpled heap outside.

Satisfied, she’d look back down to her victim, only to find that he’d died while she’d been dealing with the guard. Her eyes narrowed with fury and taking her dagger in hand, she’d repeatedly stab the man, wanting to turn him into an unrecognisable mess.