It was early morning in Las Noches as Nnoitra walked the halls. Silent. So silent all you could hear was the shuffle of footsteps; be they yours or a foe. Wandering farther along Nnoitra ventured into an area he tried to stay clear of, Szayelaporro's lab area. The area gave him the creeps, not to mention Szayelaporro was believed to be a few cards shy of a full deck.
He walked on through not a hurry in footsteps, but kept his guard up just in case one of Szayel’s freaks decided to jump out at him. Not that they would stand a chance against Nnoitra. Even with him missing Santa Teresa from his side the misfit science projects were very weak. After all, Szayel could not make one of his fractions stronger than him. Instead of him eating them they might try to eat him. Nnoitra then stopped as he reached behind his head. He looked straight up above him. Pulling his hand to look at it, it was wet.
“What the hell is this?” Nnoitra growled as he sniffed his damp fingertips.
It had no smell and it was a thick liquid. It had dripped from the ceiling down on to the hood of his jacket. Hearing a noise he quickly looked upward again. He saw a large dark shadow scurry away. Shaking his head he started off down the hall again. He removed his jacket and shook it off.
“One of Szayel’s freaks I am sure of it, but did the bastard have to drool on me!”
He gave his jacket another good shake then put it back on as he walked along. However, unbeknown to Nnoitra the hood on his jacket was starting to erode where the liquid had touched.
Continued to: MY HOOD!
