Jamie and the crew made it to the playground where Ichigo had battled his first real hollow of his own choice. She smiled lightly at his memory of it as they huddled in the forested area. "Mom?" Jamie looked up from the slight rest against the tree she was taking. "Yes P.B.?" There was an awkward silence. "Why?" Jamie laughed. "Why not? For me there are only memories. One by one you will all go before me, leaving me behind. So why not. At least I'll have finally been able to do something worthwhile for you." Lips stormed, grabbed her up and shook her. Jamie took a deep breath and smelled the stench of rot so deep she almost puked. "Go all of you to Keisuke's and fast. What's here is bad." Lips frowned and shook his head. "We can handle it. You taught us well." Jamie shook her head. "Not for this. Assassin Magi's use the corrupted dead, they are the ones who created the brain eating zombie legends. They were many times the reasons the Smiths and the Reapers agreed to combine forces in wars. This is not something I could train you for and no movie could do justice. Shot in the head is hardly the way. Without a Smith's specialty their body parts could do just as much damage and turn a person." Mira started to panic and grabbed her from Lips starting to run. "Mira! Mira! You have to leave me behind!" Mira refused to look at her and kept on running until the ground fell away from her. "I'm sorry baby but it's for all of your own good. I'll see you when I can." Mira, P.B. and Lips all found themselves in a desert like space except it was underground and Keisuke tripped and fell onto his butt as they suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Mom! Mom! No!" Mira screamed falling to her knees.
Jamie saw the poor empty shells wobbling pathetically on what was left of their feet. "May God have had mercy on their souls as I will have on their corpses. Please God and Uncle Michael let me be able to do what I intend to do. Please." As the corrupted dead came close enough to see the rotting maggot infested eye sockets, she said the words needed to awaken the lava flow within her veins. Her stomach boiled and spewed the hot flames of lava at the abominations which went up like roman candles. She watched for the insignia, the maker's mark, which was branded on all zombies. As they cooled and turned to ash, they each carried her uncle's special mark. She shivered. After all these centuries, the bastard was still kicking and apparently knew her powers were making some waves in the book. This was not good. If he knew she was still alive and regaining her powers he would want her for himself. At the thought she started to gag. She'd rather be a zombie then his...but if she showed her face in that dimension the people would remember her and her grandfather's edict. Even though her mother had been put aside due to her father being a Soul Smith any child of hers would become the next in line. Putting their uncle even further away from the throne. Even if he married her, she not he would rule. Except he would want what he had always wished to have. His own zenpakuto. Which was against the rules of both of their societies. He had proven himself unworthy of the weapons when he had chosen power over the people. No true ruler could hold a country together if their character showed no honor or love. Such a person with a weapon of a Smith's pride and joy would blacken the clan's memory and condemn those with even a hint of the old glory to hell.
No, she would have to try to stay low from now one, but would that even be possible? Now open her powers would grow and so would her presents. Meaning she would be trackable without the tracker implants in the phones. She would have to try and get Flack to cover her tracks somehow. Or call in a favor, he could do it but his prices were usually of the unusual and unmentionable kind. There was a third but they were more criminal and the last time she burned their lab to the ground. She doubted they were of the forgiving kind even after over 50 years. She sighed and then heard the tear in the dimensional shield. A scream of soul pain ripped through the air and she was out into the playground. Where a Reaper stood against a moderately sized hollow in her sense of things. He had drawn out his sword, Jamie ran and pushed him out of the way. The hollow paused only momentarily before advancing toward her. No recognition of what she was on its face or eyes then it dissipated right before it clamped its jaws around her. A hand grasped her tightly pulling her. "Have you lost your mind! You could have died!" Byakuya couldn't believe he had been knocked out of his stance so easily from the side. More annoying it had been the girl from the day at Keisuke's. Drako's Hoard. "What is wrong with you? You knock me away and try to take on a large hollow with no weapon at all in hand." Jamie puffed up her chest and opened her mouth to retort her anger getting the better of her as she locked eyes with stormy grey clouds irises. Byakuya had to thrust his sword into the ground to catch the fainting child in his arms. He carried her to the nearest bench before going back for his sword. How undignified! He would treat his sword to a cleaning that would make Zen bon Zakura shine like the stars, but first he would get some answers from her.
Jamie felt safe again, her fears and worries melted away like ice cream left out on the porch to defrost. She giggled remembering how that had happened every couple of years with the newest addition. Or just Malcolmn being too lazy to put it away. Byakuya found her giggle even more childlike, innocent compared to the story her body had told him besides the stories of Drako's Hoard. From what little he could find in and out of the living realm the Hoard was not a group to mess with. Those who were their target usually were either found in pieces or vaporized. Their targets were notorious drug, war lords, human smugglers, terrorists and their camps. There was no target that they didn't get. The body count was very high as was the payments by the temporary employer. But still not high enough to acquire the treasure trove that he had received from her that day. Not near enough. Who was she?
Jamie turned her head in his lap toward his stomach showing the arrow scar in her neck. He feathered it with his thumb which woke her with a start. In less than a blink of an eye she had flashed out of his arms and at the park's entrance.
Jamie saw the poor empty shells wobbling pathetically on what was left of their feet. "May God have had mercy on their souls as I will have on their corpses. Please God and Uncle Michael let me be able to do what I intend to do. Please." As the corrupted dead came close enough to see the rotting maggot infested eye sockets, she said the words needed to awaken the lava flow within her veins. Her stomach boiled and spewed the hot flames of lava at the abominations which went up like roman candles. She watched for the insignia, the maker's mark, which was branded on all zombies. As they cooled and turned to ash, they each carried her uncle's special mark. She shivered. After all these centuries, the bastard was still kicking and apparently knew her powers were making some waves in the book. This was not good. If he knew she was still alive and regaining her powers he would want her for himself. At the thought she started to gag. She'd rather be a zombie then his...but if she showed her face in that dimension the people would remember her and her grandfather's edict. Even though her mother had been put aside due to her father being a Soul Smith any child of hers would become the next in line. Putting their uncle even further away from the throne. Even if he married her, she not he would rule. Except he would want what he had always wished to have. His own zenpakuto. Which was against the rules of both of their societies. He had proven himself unworthy of the weapons when he had chosen power over the people. No true ruler could hold a country together if their character showed no honor or love. Such a person with a weapon of a Smith's pride and joy would blacken the clan's memory and condemn those with even a hint of the old glory to hell.
No, she would have to try to stay low from now one, but would that even be possible? Now open her powers would grow and so would her presents. Meaning she would be trackable without the tracker implants in the phones. She would have to try and get Flack to cover her tracks somehow. Or call in a favor, he could do it but his prices were usually of the unusual and unmentionable kind. There was a third but they were more criminal and the last time she burned their lab to the ground. She doubted they were of the forgiving kind even after over 50 years. She sighed and then heard the tear in the dimensional shield. A scream of soul pain ripped through the air and she was out into the playground. Where a Reaper stood against a moderately sized hollow in her sense of things. He had drawn out his sword, Jamie ran and pushed him out of the way. The hollow paused only momentarily before advancing toward her. No recognition of what she was on its face or eyes then it dissipated right before it clamped its jaws around her. A hand grasped her tightly pulling her. "Have you lost your mind! You could have died!" Byakuya couldn't believe he had been knocked out of his stance so easily from the side. More annoying it had been the girl from the day at Keisuke's. Drako's Hoard. "What is wrong with you? You knock me away and try to take on a large hollow with no weapon at all in hand." Jamie puffed up her chest and opened her mouth to retort her anger getting the better of her as she locked eyes with stormy grey clouds irises. Byakuya had to thrust his sword into the ground to catch the fainting child in his arms. He carried her to the nearest bench before going back for his sword. How undignified! He would treat his sword to a cleaning that would make Zen bon Zakura shine like the stars, but first he would get some answers from her.
Jamie felt safe again, her fears and worries melted away like ice cream left out on the porch to defrost. She giggled remembering how that had happened every couple of years with the newest addition. Or just Malcolmn being too lazy to put it away. Byakuya found her giggle even more childlike, innocent compared to the story her body had told him besides the stories of Drako's Hoard. From what little he could find in and out of the living realm the Hoard was not a group to mess with. Those who were their target usually were either found in pieces or vaporized. Their targets were notorious drug, war lords, human smugglers, terrorists and their camps. There was no target that they didn't get. The body count was very high as was the payments by the temporary employer. But still not high enough to acquire the treasure trove that he had received from her that day. Not near enough. Who was she?
Jamie turned her head in his lap toward his stomach showing the arrow scar in her neck. He feathered it with his thumb which woke her with a start. In less than a blink of an eye she had flashed out of his arms and at the park's entrance.
