Masahashi Yuiichiro was walking home from school when the waves came. He tried to escape before the ocean caught up.
Shoyu Yuuta saw the waves from his second floor apartment. He had nowhere to run.
Kojima Sayaka was on the phone with her boyfriend from New York when the water swept her house away. She never saw it coming.
There were thousands of others, all caught in the same cruel machinations of nature, of death, of the dark hand of the uncontrollable.
Share our pain. Let them know how we feel. Share our pain.
Thousands of hands, cold, rotting in the cold embrace of salt water, reached out towards the unenlightened cur pummelling them with increasing force and brutality. New waves of unabated pain rippled out across the city, ensnaring all caught in its wake.
They struggled to break away, more and more of their limbs, their minds, lashed out at the attacker, pulling at him, ripping, trying to show him what he so desperately needed to see.
Share the pain. Share the pa- The thought came to an abrupt end., thousands of unfinished emotions cut off as if a switch had been turned off and a door had been clamped shut. Collective minds blank, pain numbed into nothingness, they froze. Thousands of extensions of the hive mind rigid and stiff in the streets, the strings of influence that had manipulated them into little more than puppets pulled tight by unseen hands.
A shrill, inhuman laugh cut through the thick, obtrusive silence that had befallen the suddenly static scene, echoing more through the minds of all who still stood than through the quivering air itself. The human interested it. The creature had been watching for sometime, letting the chaos of the stricken city whet its long suppressed hunger.
The last year had not been kind to the destructive being. Much of what it once had was no more. Its master was gone and so was Hueco Mundo as it once knew it. The human would have to fall. It would taste his soul before the night was through. It had been decided.
The air around them shuddered ominously.
Share the pain, they chimed weakly. But they were no longer the ones in charge. Their master was here.
The spindly mass that contained the pained collective of minds, torn to shreds by the human’s vicious attacks gave one last violent tremor as it went airborne, as if lifted by unseen hands. It hovered there, a lifeless mass of spiritual matter, minds taken all at once at its master’s whim. Then it fell back down. When the many legged mass hit the ground, it lost all form, becoming little more than liquid, unquantifiable as if a small sea had been hidden inside it the entire time. A massive wall of water, several meters high, roared out from where it had fallen, inundating, flooding the street, sweeping away cars, trees, lifeless bodies as if they were nothing at all. Chaos reigned above all.
It revealed itself where the dead hive mind had hovered seconds before it had been turned into a tsunami bomb, an indescribable mass, pure, unfiltered malicious intent. Ulchalothe only laughed.
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