Alright! Chapter 3! Sorry for such a late (LATE.) update, but I've been on hiatus from pretty much everything except real stories I've been working on. Obviously, that means I've been neglecting Fanfiction for a while. Anyway, as I put this up, I've actually got the whole story done; I just have to type it up now. I should get a few more chapters up tonight, hopefully. Anyway, I added a bit more to chapter 2; so, if you just see this, with no added chapter after... Well, you may have missed some! It was one chapter, but it was WAY too short, so I added it to the previous chapter. Sorry if this is any inconvenience! On with the chapter~! 3

Oh. Right. I do not own Silent Hill or Bleach, sadly. Though, I did make up the monsters. Yay for monster making! *Shot*

The two Soul Reapers sat on an old bench, looking out into the murky lake. As of right now, the area was hot and muggy, but they sure weren't going to go swimming. Every so often as they watched the water, they would see something slowly swimming around, almost like a shark. More than likely, it was just as deadly.

"Toshiro... Why are the monsters only in THIS town? Why haven't they left; gone elsewhere?" Momo asked. Thinking, Toshiro shrugged. Truthfully, he had no idea.

"... We'll get out, won't we?" Toshiro blinked. She had just voiced a silent fear of his. He nodded, but wasn't too sure himself. Would they? Momo relaxed, however, not noticing his unease.

The two stared, silent, watching a snake-like figure bob around in the murky water. Finally, Momo spoke up again. "Toshiro... I had a dream. I don't really understand it, though."

Toshiro's attention instantly snapped to her words. "Explain it. Tell me what happened... Leave out no details."

Momo noticed this was a command, not a request, and she fell silent once again as she thought. Finally, she looked back up at him and spoke. "I saw a man... I don't know who he was, though. Everything else in the dream was covered in darkness. Even the sky was red... Like it was bleeding, if that were possible." She recalled. Toshiro blinked again, curiously.

Could this be incorporated with what he already knew?

"Did the man say anything?" Toshiro pressed on. He had to know. He felt it was extremely important. Momo looked away from him, back out towards the water. Her eyes were devoid of any emotion, even fear, for the first time.

"Earth is dead. Life is failing... Nothing is pure. A new God must be born, for the end is near. Paradise is falling, Demons are rising. Blood is drying even as it flows through veins. In God's will, Earth shall shatter, and Shadow will prevail." She murmured.

Toshiro stared. Even in Momo's soft tone, those words held an overwhelming sense of power. What could all of this mean? Avoid the fog... Sky of blood... God's will? Toshiro stood up. He knew he had to do something about all of this...

"Come on, Momo. We're leaving." Momo nodded, standing up now herself, and the two began to walk down ash-covered road. "Where are we going, Toshiro?" Momo asked.

"The church. We need to figure things out, one way or another." He explained.

"There's a church here?" Momo asked. Toshiro nodded. "Yeah. I saw it before I found you, but I didn't think about it before now." He explained. "Do you think the church will be normal?"

Man, how many questions can she ask?

"Probably not." Toshiro sighed. Momo looked down at the ground as she walked. She knew death must be near... And she knew either she or Toshiro were going to die. Every step they took, death was stalking them.

She felt herself shiver as the already weak light started to fade even more from the barely visible sky. Toshiro put a hand lightly on her shoulder, signaling for her to stop and snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Something's coming... Watch out." He warned in a quiet, harsh whisper. Just after a spoke, a low, creaking moan echoed creepily somewhere in front of them. Toshiro squinted, trying to make out the disfigured form of something unknown as it stepped closer.

He noticed what looked like something sharp sticking out of its ribcage, and it had a slow, almost painful gait, no doubt caused by the object penetrating its ribs. Its continuous moans sounded low, painful, but seemed to have a edge to it... Like hate, or blood lust, hidden deep inside it.

As it finally got within distance of clear sight, the two Soul Reapers were shocked. The creature had a thick, bulky build, and near its ribs, which were sticking out, a sharp, rusty blade pierced the left side, dry blood coating the rust. The creature had no eyes, like the Venom dog, but instead of having nothing there, it had bloody eye sockets with pulsing veins still visible, as if its eyes had been gouged out. Its fingers had sharp claws for nails, and they were a deep russet in color.

Toshiro noticed the deep, heavy feeling of hatred and anger emanating from it. As blood slowly dripped from its eyes and ribs, the ground it touched seemed to get slightly darker. Toshiro put his arm out to easily, but quickly nudge Momo back as he pulled Hyourinmaru out of its sheath with his other hand.

The creature stood straight up from its hunched over position, its sightless sockets boring deeply into Toshiro's mind. He went to lift Hyourinmaru and strike his opponent down, only to realize one thing.

He couldn't move.

He felt paralyzed under the weight of the blood lust emanating from the monster. It lifted its clawed hand as something oozed from the entire nail. Momo gasped as it struck down. "Toshiro!"

Toshiro didn't know how or why, but something snapped inside him. He felt his legs flex as he shot up into the air. His feet landed on the creature's bulky back, before he pushed off with enough force to momentarily 'cause the creature to lose its balance. He flipped, landing on the ground as he twisted around, impaling the monster's chest. Thick, copper blood spurted from the wound, soiling the cracked road as the monster fell heavily.

Toshiro slowly sheathed Hyourinmaru, panting, wondering what had come over him. Suddenly, he winced and ground his teeth together to avoid screaming in sudden agony. Momo stared at his arm, seeing the problem instantly. Toshiro's arm was burning were some of the blood ad landed. Skin already started to peel as his own blood began to surface, mixing with the monster's. Toshiro gasped silently as the pain became almost unbearable.

Momo quickly ripped off two parts of her sleeves, then began wiping the blood away as gently as she could. Toshiro let out a weak, painful gasp as the cloth met with the burning wound, but did his best to not pull away. Finally, the task was done, and Momo carefully tied the clean piece around the bleeding burns that had formed.

Toshiro tried to keep his voice even, but it wound up sounding weaker than he would hope. "Their... Blood seems to be oddly... Acidic." He managed. Momo nodded. "Note taken..." She murmured worriedly.

Toshiro reached up to rub his arm in thought, but quickly thought better of it. Instead, he turned away from Momo and sighed.

"We should keep going. Now. Before something ELSE decides to show itself." He muttered, just loud enough for Momo to hear. She nodded once more, slightly, in agreement. Taking one cautious glance around, he began to lead her away from the dead creature's burning body.