Jailbreak

District 3. A forgotten land bound to broken down buildings and dust storms that encircle slums filled with the flesh of half dead humans. Thus was the life of humans without shinigami. the word "hollow" was well known to all, yet only a handful could see their cruel captors. For those in earlier days would be called "blessed" with the sight of their captors, life was a story with a spoiled ending. Such was the case of Markus Valeria, a member of the quincy race. A man with plentiful talents and yet lacking the resources to use them. Not only was he a member of the quincy's, but he was the quincy leader. His age was actually that of an elder member. Most super humans didn't live much longer over the age of 25 in district 3, a normal humans life was even shorter. "The ruler of children" he could be called. He had watched all those older than him be sacrificed to the hollows without the chance to pull out his bow and kill them without being killed himself.

He resides now in a broken hospital with minimal equipment not even worthy of treating a dogs leg.as he sits in his desk at the top floor, the floor that is at least structurally sound, he places his hands on his head and rubs his temple and lets out a sigh. The morning preceding the last of the elders had been sentenced to "the selection" as the hollows called it. "death" would be the best title for it. This was a bad day for Markus. He was now the eldest of the Quincy, something that chilled him to the bone. He needed to get out of district 3, something that had failed on every grounds of consideration. He would need to kill an arrancar to do it. Many arrancar if he wasn't the luckiest man alive.However, if anyone was capable of escape it was him. No one else was close enough to the people of district 3. He chuckled at the thought of "close". no one was truly close in district 3. He healed people for a living, not very well, but if ever given the proper supplies he could preform miracles. This gave him considerable stand point to anyone he treated. He was never paid of course, no form of currency existed in the hellish world of hollow rule. So usually people repaid others with various "favors". Markus had saved his up for a special occasion. Now was that special occasion.

At 12 am the next morning Markus would do the unthinkable. He would take as little belongings he had and head east, to the ocean, cross the ocean, enter the wastelands, and find any other signs of life. Anything was better than District 3, even hueco mundo. Atleast he wouldn't slowly die off there. He only had one thing on his side, he could KILL hollows. Being a quincy, he was the only race with the power to remove them from existence permanently. This gave him an edge, something in a world that gives you nothing, is the most important thing in ones life. Markus didn't know when, but he feel asleep at his desk dreaming of a day without the rule of Hollows

Markus keep to an as average a day as possible. He knew if he did anything out of the ordinary an arrancar would surely question his motives for the day.So he put on his everyday cloths, medical scrubs and a lab coat. He stuffed his quincy uniform along with his black night coat. The day was rather slow which made planing easier. He only saw three patients during his shift. He headed up towards the top of the hospital to his room. Living in the hospital was better than the slum. He stayed in his study working on paperwork the remainder of the day. He didn't leave any noticeable that he was leaving, he even scheduled patients for the next day.

At 11:30 he started to work towards his escape. He got some old texts depicting of the history of the world, probably the oldest surviving text left in existence. Stuff like this should always be kept alive for everyone to see. leaving it in District 3 would be a waste to the world. Markus left the hospital 5 minutes till 12. A bit earlier than he intended but this place was starting to get to him. He made his way quickly towards the east.

Markus hid during the day. He would rather take his chances with night hollows than day arrancars. He had changed along the way into his quincy uniform and thrown his other cloths into a nearby river. He wore his night coat over his quincy uniform and was now wearing his charm, the source of his power. Through all his years of training he had never destroyed a hollow before and was hesitant to do it now. This thought drifted in and out of his mind as he walked through valleys and over hills until daybreak. He was now about a 2 miles from the shoreline, almost free. He didn't want to stop now, if he did he would have to take the majority of the sea at night. He had a good idea of how to cross the ocean. He would use his bow to do it. He would use Hirenkyaku over the majority of the journey and freeze the water below him for a break between jumps. this was the most difficult part of the journey however. Markus knew for a fact that at least one to three arrancar guarded the ocean at any different area.

Markus steeled himself as he walked toward the sea. In his way he saw a white mask, one arrancar.Markus knew the inevitable and summoned his black bow in his left hand. It was a rarity that he was left handed, something that was very uncommon for a quincy. Now he started to run towards the arrancar. The arrancar was gone in a flash, sonido Markus suspected. Despite his lack of personal experience with the creatures he knew their techniques inside and out.The arrancar appeared a few feet in front of him using his hands as a weapon, planning on piercing Markus's heart.

The attack would have worked if Markus was an ordinary human as the arrancar had suspected. Markus quickly used hirenkyaku to appear several feet to the side of the arrancar. The creature was obviously surprised by this and his guard was down. Markus brought his bow up and drew it backwards. He fired only one arrow with all the power he had into it. He aimed it at the arrancars chest, exactly in the middle approximately one inch from its hollow hole. The arrancars eyes widened at the sight. If he would have known Markus's unique abilities he would have been able to use his ressurreccion and the attack would have turned into a fight. but Markus was far more fortunate than that. The arrancar feel over onto the ground as the ice pierced his body. He laid there gasping for air and looked up at Markus.

"What...are... you?" the arrancar managed to say. Markus didn't reply until after it faded away into the nothingness.

"A free quincy" Markus said as he looked at the ice that still remained. He discarded his bow back to its sealed state and headed toward the ocean. He jumped into the air and performed the first of many hirenkyaku all the way to the coast of Spain.


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