I don't own Soul Eater.

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It was everywhere. He'd never seen so much in his life…

Blood.

Her blood.

"MAKA!"

No…

"Soul…"

This can't be happening.

She can't die.

…

It had happened faster than Soul could transform. In an instant he'd been wrenched from his distracted meister's warm grasp by unfamiliar hands. He had no time to think. No time to react. By the time they realized they had been separated, Soul had been swung around in a wide arc. Registering with horror exactly what his destination was to be. But it was too late.

He could feel her. Her blood coursing from her ripped veins. Spilling out past him onto the waiting ground. Her heart. It was so close. He was touching it.

Everything was red.

The battle didn't matter anymore. A moment after his blade had pierced her, Soul pulled himself free of his meister's flesh and transformed. His human arms wrapped around her and cradled her broken body as he fell to his knees, screaming her name.

"Soul…" Blood poured from between her lips as she looked at him with darkening eyes.

Eyes widening in realization and terror, Soul squeezed her tighter to himself, not caring that her blood drenched him. If he held her tighter he could seal her blood in. He could hold her together.

"Maka! Stay with me!" Her eyelids were sliding shut and Soul could feel her heartbeat slowing, but that wasn't all he could feel. Something was happening to her. Her body was heating up, almost burning him where he touched her. He thought he saw a flash of bright blue and felt something like an electric pulse race from her body into his, coursing through his arms straight to his heart, but it was so fast he could hardly believe it had happened at all. And it didn't matter anyway.

She had stopped breathing.

"No… NO! MAKA!"

He could no longer feel her heart's weak beats.

"MAKA! DAMN IT, MAKA! OPEN YOUR EYES!" A tear landed on Maka's pale cheek. In a moment of madness, Soul thought of thrusting his hand back into her gaping chest and forcing her damn heart to beat for her. But what good would that do? The blood that her heart would have transported was no longer within her. It coated them. Painting them and the surrounding ground with its glistening hue.

"No… you can't die! You can't die…" Soul gave an agonizing sob as tears coursed down his face.

There was nothing. Nothing without her. The world, its people, his friends, his family, his mission; none of it meant anything if Maka wasn't with him. She was his partner, his best friend, his motivation, his reason. What was there for him now? Nothing.

He heard a sob and remembered he wasn't alone. Lifting his head, he trailed his gaze over the two meisters and three weapons standing around him. Tsubaki, Patty and Liz were all crying. Blackstar and Kid were trying their hardest to hold in their own tears, but were slowly failing. Soul vaguely noted in the back of his mind the huge hole in the wall opposite him. The kishin must have escaped.

He brought his eyes back to Maka's lifeless body, still encased in his arms. There was pain. So much pain. He could barely stand it. He felt cold. Colder than Maka's own cooling body. But at the same time he felt like his insides were on fire. He wanted to scream, to cry, to run, to wake up from this nightmare that was ripping him to pieces. Tearing him apart from the inside out.

Wait.

His heart stuttered. There was something… Something in his head. He heard it just now. It was a voice. Maka's voice.

'Soul…?'

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"Dr. Stein?"

The doctor's gaze was unwavering as he stared intensely at the mirror showing the students' defeat.

"… Impossible…"

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Oh my heck, this seems really dark… I mean, I hope so. That's what I was going for. :D

Anyway, what do you think? Should I continue? Review please!

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