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Maka Albarn was a practical person, one who did not indulge in wild imagination, preferring to approach life with a logical reasoning. That is, up until the day she turned 21, when she uprooted her life to get away from her father and his philandering ways. Really, she though, it was about damn time the man grow up. She decided that moving away from the overprotective sniveling Spirit was a long time coming and she grew increasingly excited as she finally turned off the winding country road and on to a gravel driveway. She almost couldn't believe her luck as she gazed upon the cozy one-story home that was nestled right next to an expanse of forest. The house had been put up for rent by owner and had been a steal considering it was fully furnished. She thought it was funny that she had never actually met the previous owner though, they had only corresponded through a few short emails. In any case, she was grateful for this escape that, for a time anyway, would free her from her disgusting father.
Upon inspection, the inside of the house turned out to be great…maybe a little bit boyish looking at some of the mismatching furniture, paint color schemes, and music posters taped to the walls of one of the bed rooms, but Maka was not one of distinguished taste anyways. When she was exploring the back of the house she even found that one of the rooms had a magnificent grand piano sitting in the middle of it as if waiting for someone to come in and play it. Despite the fact that she knew nothing of music and even less of how to play anything more complicated than a slide whistle she still couldn't find it in herself to not to admire its beauty. She noticed that pages of sheet music were scattered about, some having their staffs filled with hand drawn notes and others empty. She straightened some of the sheets, not understanding any of them, in an attempt to tidy the room a bit. She gave the room one last look before moving on.
She moved all of her things into the bedroom that did not have the posters on the walls. The room she was in seemed to have served the last owner as a guest bed room. Even though this room was smaller, she felt somewhat uneasy taking the room that still had relics of its last occupant. Sheets had still remained on the bed, books and trinkets still sat on shelves, and there were even some clothes in the closet. She had to admit that someone picking up and leaving all their stuff did seem rather odd, but it wasn't her business and she was sure whomever lived there before had their reasons.
It wasn't until about noon when Maka, taking a break from unpacking, had sat down for some lunch that she looked out the kitchen window and noticed a small building, it looked to be a barn, outside behind her house. The structure just meeting the edge of the forest that bordered her property. Finishing off the last of her sandwich she set out the back door of her house to get a better look at the barn. As she stood in front of the structure about to place a hand on the door she felt a prickle of anticipation causing her to shiver despite the summer heat. She thought perhaps that she should leave the barn alone and walk back into the house, that something was not right here, something unnatural. But Maka Albarn was logical, not to mention stubborn to boot. The hinges of the barn doors protested loudly as Maka swung them open, light pouring into the barn where it had previously been dark. Her eyes widened as they landed on the most obvious object in sight. That object being obnoxiously orange colored and parked directly in the middle of the open doors. It was a freaking motorcycle! Despite its awful color and donning the name Road King scripted on the side, it was pretty sweet in Makas opinion. She walked in to further inspect the bike as she wondered who in their right mind would possibly leave such an expensive item in an old barn on a piece of property that was being sold. As she ran a hand over one of the handlebars something else caught her gaze. It was the gleam of metal under the rays of the afternoon sun. Transfixed, she walked toward the back of the barn until she stood center in front of the largest, most impressive, and possibly most frightening scythe she had ever seen. It had an intricate adornment at the end of the shaft that eerily resembled an eye. The blade itself had a jagged black and red colored pattern running down it and it looked almost too sharp and deadly to be real. "What in the hell…?" Maka trailed as she gaped at this massive tool that appeared to have no other purpose than to take someone, or something, down. She wanted to back away, the air suddenly feeling heavier and she felt like she was being watched. But despite herself, she couldn't help but to reach forward. Her fingers barely grazed the cold metal of the scythes shaft but in that instant it sent a shock that struck Maka to the core. All of the sudden in her mind she could see flashes of an image. She saw white….hair? And then deep red eyes that matched the color of blood. The shock, and images, left as fast as they came and Maka found herself staggering backwards as she regained her senses. A string of profanities raced through her head but none found themselves voiced as Maka swallowed hard before slowly backing away to the wide barn doors and then bolting for the house, the feeling of being watched never dissipating until she was back in the house with the doors locked and curtains now closed. Only then do the profanities start spewing while Maka completely bypasses a glass of wine that too closely resembles the color of blood red eyes and goes straight for a shot of something stronger.
A/N: Thanks for reading!
