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

As the giant came towards her, Kalama would use her Shunpo in order to avoid the attack, leaving behind a mirror image. If he struck it, the image would explode in a shocking blast, giving himself something else to think about. As for the Shinigami, she’d attempt to reappear behind the one named Bozo, the piece of shit that had kept trying to attack her from behind. Regardless of whether he became aware of her or not, the assassin would launch another explosive punch in his direction, attempting to scorch the piece of cowardly crap.

The daughter was pleased beyond belief that she’d managed to harm the gun wielding maniac and as she approached, her shield would melt away, replaced by a blade that she was more than happy to swing down towards him, wanting to end his life then and there. She was never going to be the same after today and the young blonde couldn’t have been happier to have finally found a proper use for her talents. It was fun to fight, to slaughter, to murder and it was a lesson that she’d never forget.

The ground, the walls, the cavern ceiling, all were covered with blood, scorch marks and god knew what else, signs of the ferocity of the fight. It was rather stimulating for the assassin, as well as the daughter and for a moment or two, both women seemed to feel exactly the same. Both bearing the same hatred for the same man and that connection seemed to aid them both.

Okay, they were alive. Lucky them. With the enemy having been defeated, Kurai walked toward the large steel door with arms crossed. She could probably bust it open if she went into her Res, but that would cause more problems than fix them… She didn’t really care if these two ended up trying to kill each other, but she was more interested in seeing exactly how creative Kalama got when this boss of hers was in their grasp. The little gremlin had potential, but this was getting... tiresome.

“So… How are we getting into this? I swear, if there is a second exit, I will knock this entire mansion down; I’m growing impatient and have better things to do…”

The answer from Kalama was a little slow in coming, given the fact that she was more than happy to kick the enemy when they were down and spent a few moments blasting them across the cavern with her Shunko. Whether they ended up dead or not didn’t matter and once she’d her fill, the green haired Shinigami left it to the daughter to knock them out or do what she wanted. The blonde seemed more bloodlust filled than anything so why waste that vigour?

Walking over to where Kurai was looking at the large door, Kalama would think for a moment, before letting the flames build up around her once more. “Well, I guess we just punch a hole through it. I doubt he’s got anything left to defend himself with at this point.”

With that thought in mind, Kalama would approach the door and start delivering powerful blows with her Shunko infused body, each strike releasing plumes of fire that soon enough ate through the metal. It was sturdy but the Shinigami simply let her hands go at that point, ferociously battering the door and causing it to fly backwards when it finally gave in, almost hitting the poor fool who was hiding in the room.

There he was, hiding desperately behind a table, with no one left to protect him. The smell in the room was rather hard to miss. He had clearly relieved himself more than once.

With a grin, she’d glance at the Arrancar. “No need to be concerned about that. We’ve found the fucker.”

Kurai curled her nose at the filthy stench that permeated the air once the door was open. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the fear she saw in the man cowering in the back of the room. With a darkness in her eyes, she walked forward toward the man.

“So… you’re the one that has been pissing my new friend off… hiding behind guards and traps… in this stupid little bunker of yours… You sacrificed your house… your cars… your workers… and your family… all for what…? I must know... I really need to know.” Kurai stepped up behind the man, watching him fall to his knees, quivering like a terrified child. She ran a nail along the side of his face, it sharp enough to draw blood with that small touch. “What was so important that you let them all die?”

While Kurai would engage the fool, Kalama would beckon the daughter over to watch the entire ordeal, wanting the blonde to see her father in his true light. The assassin was beyond angry at this point and while she thrived in the state that he was in now, she couldn’t help but think that it might just be an anti climax. The fool had no magical abilities and his spirit seemed to be well and truly crushed. Perhaps they’d been a little too effective in breaking him? Leaving them with nothing left to do to him other than deliver the last blow?

As the blonde reached Kalama, the Shinigami would turn on her in a moment, her finger pointing at the woman as she released the lowest of the Bakudo spells. Still with Kalama’s prowess, it was enough to lock the woman’s arms behind her and with a slight kick, the petite gremlin had the girl on her knees in front of her father, much to her anger.

The father barely batted an eyelid towards his own flesh and blood, his gaze fixed on Kurai. “My life. That’s all that matters to me and I couldn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything else. All of this was built for my own protection and nothing else.”

The selfishness was startling and even the daughter seemed taken aback, her eyes widening in surprise by the magnitude of it.

Kalama would simply spit on her floor and reply. “Despite all of this shit, you’ve failed miserably at protecting even that. You’re a waste of oxygen and even your last remaining family member knows it. She helped us reach you.”

His fear briefly turned to anger, as he spat in return. “She’s fucking useless. A naive little bitch who hasn’t a clue about the world she lives in.”

The daughter was granted a mere glance from Kurai as Kalama brought her down so easily. She smirked, a fierce gaze returning to lay upon this waste of flesh. “Self-preservation, then? Born out of greed? Pride? Whatever… a father abandoning his children is a sin among sins… To bring a soul into this world and then defile it through your own selfishness…” Kurai chuckled menacingly and stood back up and walked over to the daughter. Kurai roughly pushed her fingers into the daughter’s hair, gripping each lock tightly and pulled the woman up to face her father.

“So… what should we do with the both of you…” Kurai said and glanced over to an open cabinet and noticed some rope. Looking up, she saw a beam and laughed. “It’s as if you set this up for me.” Kurai grabbed the rope and tied both of them on either end by the ankles, utilizing a constrictor knot on both. Before tying up the daughter, however, she threw the loose side of the rope over the steel beam above them and pulled, lifting the father until he was hanging upside down. “Hold her,” Kurai said, as it was now the daughters turn. With the woman struggling, it was a little difficult to lift her up where she needed to be, but after a while, they got them done.

In the end, both were hanging upside down, facing each other, and hands tied behind their backs. “Now… If I remember right, if we cut right here… you’ll sever an artery that slowly bleeds out. Let the man watch his daughter die and then he starves to death over a few days?” Kurai knew that with the knots she used on both of them, they were quicker to cut off their own blood circulation than to get away. At the same time, they still had to be worried about the fire department and police that were likely already above them. For Kurai, this whole thing took a little too long, so might as well know they suffered for wasting their time. But the daughter wouldn’t suffer as long.

Kurai had an intriguing way of dishing out punishment and Kalama was more than willing to aid the Arrancar when it came to moving the two humans into position. It was a rather creative tie too and the Shinigami would mentally note the positions of the knots for future reference. A useful skill for an assassin, after all and while Kalama was fairly skilled herself, she wasn’t arrogant enough to ignore the skills of another.

The father wasn’t talking much now, seemingly resigned to his fate but the daughter was more active, struggling hopelessly against the combination of kido and rope. Knowing that she had no hope with Kurai, the woman would stare at the Shinigami instead, for some reason believing that Kalama was a lighter touch. Kalama stared back but it wasn’t pity that was shown in her purple eyes, no, her orbs were devoid of that although there was something else.

Drawing her knife shaped zanpakuto, she’d approach the blonde, momentarily placing the blade at the exact spot mentioned by the Arrancar. The daughter would flinch horribly, shaking her head and trying to get away from the lightning charged weapon. Kalama would make a rather unusual move though, pulling her face mask down and forcing the woman to kiss her, assaulting her with her tongue right in front of her father. It wasn’t a gentle kiss and the only emotions that briefly escaped Kalama were anger and lust, before she pulled away.

Smiling then, the assassin would turn to Kurai. “An acceptable plan, I like it.”

That was all she said, before she placed the knife in the correct spot and after toying for a few moments, cut the artery, sending the blood of the woman gushing out like a fountain.

Kurai raised a curious eyebrow at the forced kiss; it made her chuckle. Once Kalama moved to cut the daughters throat, Kurai was done here. Her interest in this whole situation was gone, and she released her sadistic nature just by knowing how long that ugly fucker was going to hang there to watch his daughter die. She doubted the bastard had any fight in him now, and if he did, the type of knot that she used would tighten and tighten until the blood circulation was non-existent.

“Well, this was entertaining, a good way to spend the evening…” Kurai said as she stretched her arms in the air and continued her way up to the normal floors. She knew that, at this point, certain authorities would be swarming outside, and she had no interest in sticking around them, so it was time to go. “Get out quickly, Kalama!” Kurai called out in a sing-songy way. “And maybe we can enjoy another night like this one day…” With a laugh, Kurai utilized sonido to fully exit the building.

“You’re such a fucking weirdo…” Kalama uttered as she watched Kurai vanish, shaking her head. The petite woman wasn’t sure what to make of the Arrancar, even now but despite the woman’s eccentricities, she’d helped the grumpy gremlin out and that was enough. Maybe one day they’d meet again and Kalama kind of hoped that they would. It was so rare to find anyone as violent as herself these days and the green haired woman had to admit that it was…nice to be in the company of someone who was.

Still, the Shinigami was smiling and as she turned to watch the helpless fool as he stared at the corpse of his daughter, she couldn’t help but rub the whole ordeal in his face just a little. “If I had more time, I’d have had a little more fun with your little girl but you just had to be a pain in the ass. I hope that while you hang there, you realise what a useless piece of shit you are and that all of this was caused by your own greed.” Approaching him, she’d press her blade against his head, causing a current of lightning to tear through his body and cause him to scream. It lasted a few moments but enough to make the remainder of his life even more painful.

Once she was done, Kalama would turn away and take Kurai’s advice, vanishing from the room and away. It’d been a hell of a time and already the Shinigami was looking forward to her next fun-filled encounter.