Salvation

Scars Of Salvation

It's been more than a decade since I saw the light of my home. Ten longs years I rotted in the prison I now called home. Beaten and tortured every day for the last twelve years. I watched as the cell opened and the guard brought me out and walked down that long hallway. The same fate every single day my body was beaten and turned. My body was filled with scars and bruises. They took me to that familiar table and strapped me down. I blocked out the pain and let my mind slip back to a better time. Memories of my sweet sisters face flooded my mind. She was the only reason that I felt myself have the will to live. And yet she's a grown woman by this time and yet I know only of her as a young girl. The only thing keeping me alive was the thought of just once seeing her face again. The thought of seeing my home just one more time. So every day I suffered through the pain in the hopes that one day I'll see them again.

"Let her be." A deep hard voice called.

I saw that bright red hair of the man who now controlled Hueco Mundo. He was a monster far worse than Aizen. I held on to the knowledge that I had for one reason. My one purpose.

"Dear little Karin, thinking of memories from the past. Of your innocent little sister, her head would be a nice addition to my collection." He said as a warning.

"NO, she has nothing to do with this," I said breathlessly. "Please," I begged.

"Come now. You know our agreement. How long have we been together now? Since you were fifteen, you were a young innocent child who knew nothing of the world. But I enlightened you to the reality." He exclaimed. "And even now twelve years later your brother never shows his face to save his poor little sister." He said moving his hand to my chin. "You poor tortured soul."

This man had held me here since I was fifteen years old. But as much as I wanted to disagree he was correct. I had almost forgotten the face of my brother. But the anger I felt was engraved in my memory, the anger I felt for my situation. I'd given up long ago that anyone was coming to save me. I was alone and no one was coming to my rescue.

"Good new little Karin, you're going to the Soul Society." The man said.

My eyes widened slightly at the thought of leaving this place and confronting the people who I hadn't seen in over a decade. The people that I spent most of my time thinking of and reflecting on if I had chosen right. I lived for only one purpose to complete my mission and leave this hell stricken world. Thoughts ran through my mind as the guard drug me back through that long hallway and threw me back into that cold dark cell. I waited and waited to know that something was coming. The man was sending me to the Soul Society and there could be only one reason. He had finished his decade-long plans and his first phase was the invasion of the Soul Society. Soon enough the piercing light came in and illuminated my dark cell and yet again the guard dragged my body. I didn't even have the energy to stand. My eyes widened at the room I only ever visited once every few years when they wanted to test their creation. That red pilled was shoved down my throat and my energy slowly started to return. They kept me locked in here alone because they knew that I could kill them in an instant if I wanted to. Power flowed from my veins and a shihaksho appeared on my body and I felt my zanpokto on my hip. I felt the power surging through my veins. It was electrifying, this was the only time I ever felt alive. It ignited a fire inside of me that made will stronger to last another two years until I went back to this room once again. I felt the lights go out and then my body went limp. The door opened.

"We will take the restriction barrier down as soon as we are in the Soul Society." The man said.

Tow guard held my arms as we walked down a hall I'd never been down before. We stopped at a door and the man pushed it open. Inside I saw a bed and a crib with a small child. The guards let me inside the man with red hair stepped inside.