Soul Eater: The Movie

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or any related sources, Mangas, or books that you may think of. I only own the OC characters Leon, Nightmare, Jacob, Alexandria and several characters that have yet to be named. Pairings have yet to be decided.

Dragon: All right, here's the plan dear readers. This is my first fan fiction story ever, but I have been a long time reader of this site. Please go easy on me with the flames and keep them to a minimum if you can, but helpful advice and critic are welcomed greatly. If I see enough positive reviews then I may continue the story. Now then, sit back, relax, and enjoy! ^.^

Prologue

Shibusen was completely dark as night fell across Death City; the demented moon was high in the night's sky with blood pouring out of its mouth, standing out among the many stars. Much of the city slept, including a certain young white haired, sharp toothed Death Scythe, a blue haired, loud mouth Ninja snoring loudly, and his faithful weapon, and a young Shinigami, sleeping in a perfect symmetrical position in a perfectly symmetrical room, breathing evenly. His two weapons were also sleeping, in less…well, symmetrical positions; the older sister sleeping with her bed covered in makeup, while her sister was cuddling a giraffe in giraffe pajamas.

Other were wide awake, such as certain grey haired, green eyed, pig tailed scythe Meister, staying up late to finish her homework for tomorrows class. Others were up for less academic reasons, such as a red haired Death scythe, drinking the night away in a well-renowned bar and having the time of his life, surrounded by women, one of which happened to be a cat with ridiculous amount of magical power. Elsewhere in the city, a mad scientist with a screw through his head was dissecting an endangered bird, grinning madly as he held the scalpel to the terrified birds stomach.

These people, and the rest of the city, would remain perfectly oblivious to the dark and grim events would happen this night until the morning. By then, however, it would be far too late, and the dark chain of events would unfold….and, for all involved, no one would know where they would stop…

Somewhere in Death City, 2:00 am

Jacob ran madly through the streets, tears pouring down his cheeks, glasses having been forgotten long ago as he ran from the horror that was behind him, his legs moving as fast as they can. His white shirt was torn in several places, and blood was seeping from a wound in his side, and it was also splashed with fresh blood, though not his own. His pants were ripped and torn, and his knees were bloody, his black, bowl cut hair greasy and frazzled, but he did not care. All that mattered to him was getting away from the thing that was chasing him, he didn't care how, he just had to. Behind him, calm, slow foot steps echoed throughout the silent block, and whistling could be heard, a loud, high pitched noise, sounding very disturbing and twisted in the silent city. Jacob ran even faster, not even bothering to look behind him, as he knew that it was chasing after him.

'This can't be happening, this can't be happening!' Jacob repeated to himself as he ran. 'Rachel can't be dead….this has to be a nightmare…..It just has to be! How could this have happened, this was supposed to be a simple patrol, nothing was supposed to happen! This was supposed to be quiet, he promised us nothing would happen!' He sobbed as he ran, thinking of what happened, of the alley, of the confrontation….and Rachels whispered cry for him to run before he….he...

He shook his head and kept running, running around a corner and then he sees Shibusen. He nearly collapsed from the relief at the sight, but then hears the footsteps and whistling getting closer, and starts running again, tears of joy rolling down his face. 'I am going to make it, I am going to make it!' Jacob thinks to himself, running even faster. He reaches the stairs, and starts running up them, nearing the top. Just as he reaches the top step, a wicked serrated knife fly's out of the shadows at blinding speed, and impales itself into his Achilles tendon. He drops to the ground with a scream of agony, as his wound pours blood onto the white steps.

He starts to drag himself up the last stairs, and, getting onto one foot, hops his way across the courtyard. Just as he reaches the middle of the courtyard, two more knives fly out of the darkness, and take him in the back of the knee of the leg he is standing on, impaling into his kneecap. He screams even louder, and drops to the ground, tears of pain falling. Whimpering softly, he try's to drag himself the rest of the way, but then a pale white boot slams into his back, snapping his spine with the force. He screams in agony, arching his head from the pure pain ripping through his body as the boot grinds into his back, snapping it in more places. The boot them moves to his side, and flips him onto his back, having Jacob looking up at the figure. Black nails clash with white skin as a deathly pale hand fingers a sword on the figures belt.

"W-What the fuck do you want! What the fuck do you want from me!" Jacob cry's out at the person in front of him, eyes blinded by tears and unable to clearly see the figure. The figure responds with a high pitched, twisted, sadistic laugh, making shivers go through out Jacobs body, and the pale hand reaches down, and grabs Jacobs neck, bringing him up in the air, slowly tightening the hold around his neck. Jacobs chokes, grabbing the figures hands, trying to free himself. The figure brings him close to their face, and stares at him with bright yellow eyes, filled with insanity and sadistic pleasure, and a twisted grin grows on its face, showing their razor sharp teeth. It then leans in closer, and whispers into Jacobs ear, sending shivers throughout his body, and terror through him.

" I want your life…..and your tasty blood…..ehehehehehehehehe hahahahahaahahahah ahahahahahahaah HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Jacob 's screams echo throughout the city, but then are suddenly silenced, filling the city with sweet silence again. As the suns rays come from the east, showing light upon the city, the citizens start to awake, unaware that their lives will never, ever, be the same ever again….and a faint whistling starts up somewhere…but then fades away.

Dragon: Whew, that was tiring. Well that was the prologue of a large story I a planning out if I get good enough reviews. Read and review please, I need 5 good ones to do the next chapter, All flames will be dissected by Stein. Thank for your time and I look forward to reading your reviews. "Bows low."