Lyn sat between high school friends, pressed between bony shoulders and heads leant close to her laptop screen. A couple of clicks and an email opened later, and Lyn was surrounded by gleeful shrieking and a mess of warm arms winding around her.
"You got accepted!"
"Yes! We all got into university!"
Haphazardly, Lyn grasped at the nearest arm and sleeve, locking them close to her as she bounced in her seat. "Hell yeah! Now we just have to pass and try not to die from our new, crippling debts!"
"Ugh, don't remind us."
After dragging herself through her boring high school life with only second-hand drama and her books for excitement, it felt like an exciting chapter of Lyn's life was finally about to start.
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Thump..! Thump..! Thump..!
The impact of the book's spine against Lyn's skull was the only thing she could hear. Bleach, The Blood Warfare Vol. 55, Hard Cover - Delux Edition was currently being used to collapse her cranium, a graduation gift she planned to read on her first commute to university.
There was a cloudless sky, and the faded full moon could be seen. A wind chime tinkled gently from a closed storefront.
THUMP!
Her blood splattered on the pavement, and loose, red-stained pages of the manga fluttered to the ground.
This particular alleyway had always been relatively clean; trash was neatly disposed of in its dumpsters, and the grime between cement grains was minimal. This street was usually quiet but not so abandoned that a screaming drug addict should be able to get away with a brutal assault.
Unlucky; it was quieter than usual today.
"Why won't it work?! Why, why, why?!" The woman's voice was shrill and unearthly, like a ghost had clawed its way back up from hell.
Thump! Thump! THUMP!
Lyn felt her own frustration burn at the wailings of the woman above her, crying of untold events which Lyn was sure had nothing to do with herself. Part of Lyn wanted to run for her life, and another wanted to curb stomp and break every bone in her assailant's body. Most of her was helplessly frozen.
The blinding pain was worryingly numbing away, and a bone-piercing chill replaced it. Inane questions, such as how she was still conscious and just how hard this book was, were swallowed by the increasingly wet thump thump thump of her brains. She was rapidly losing her splintered thoughts in the sluggish current of blood running down her face.
In time, only her sense of absolute terror and hearing remained.
THUMP!
Lyn thought it was an oddly slow death.
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Thump! THUMP!! THUMP!!!
Lyn kicked out viciously with reinvigorated legs, and her arms threw themselves over her head protectively. Her shoes met empty air and her arms pressed against a smooth forehead instead of a wet, bloody indent of brain matter and bone.
The echo of maddeningly repetitive impacts faded.
Lyn sat up in a daze, panting with cold sweat dripping down the back of her neck. Concrete had been replaced with compact dirt, brick walls replaced with wood, and the sky was spotted with wispy clouds. The ally smelled relatively clean, but there was an organic musk that contrasted greatly with the thick smog of her city.
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Bandage it in Paper (Bleach OC-Centric Fanfic)
AdventureDeath by having the spine of a book repeatedly slammed into your skull until it caves in isn't the quickest way to go, but it's not the worst. What's worse is that it was done in broad daylight under clear skies by a drugged-up woman Lyn didn't even...
